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His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 100. Dima.
***Now you own her.***The worry in Stalin’s words is not totally lost on me. My brother-in-arms is worried sick about me. It’s mutual, actually. I worry when shits happen in his life and he worries when shits happen in mine. Scratching my scrunch-up brows, I relax into the loveseat, my eyes bashing outside the window. The street below is filled with the white noise of honking cars and stamping feet. I shrug my shoulders even though, Stalin can’t see it. “Shits happened,” I answer his question with a calm note in my voice. I hear him curse and curse. “Dima, it’s getting fucking tough out there.” He croaks and I nod, though he can’t see it. No doubt it’s getting messier like hell.“Yeah…” “The shadow guards at quite trying. Never thought the boys could be such up and doing though they were among our new recruits.” Stalin says and I mutter in agreement. Dawn’s shadow guards are barely eighteen but hell they put in the effort you'd think they've been in the shits for long. Stal
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 101. Dawn.
****Forbidden Place.****I don’t know why Dima suddenly paused, his limbs stiffen. Lilly and I share a look as my curiosity builds anew. Huh…I want to find out. Quickly, I quit packing the reminders of my book and surge to my feet…just then, my eyes pin at the door and I see her. Everything in me turns to ice. I didn’t even know my jaw is set in a harsh line until Lilly looks over at me and tells me to calm down. When I see her all I see is lies. Deceit. She’s horrible just exactly as people on the campus tag her. She doesn’t deserve my loyalty as a friend. Yes, I acknowledge the fact that her deceit brought Dima and I together but I can’t ignore the fact that I was her bait. Mae Benson is as rotten as she’s beautiful. I saunter to the door, standing behind Dima. He regards me from over his shoulder but I pay little attention as I fire the bitch of a girl my daggering gaze. “How may I help you?” I ask, my inflection exposing the amount of spite I feel for her. She apologize
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 102. Dima.
****What did she tell you?****I feel like shit. I feel fooled. I feel rage. What I saw a while ago made me mad. How can? She knew yet she kept mute. She knew yet she lied to me. Now, I know the real truth. Now, I know why she suddenly decided to go home and see her dead family. She figured something out and she fled. Was it to tell her mother? Was it to run furthest from me? Hell. I growl. My fist has been furling and unfurling for hours. All the calls I take, I bark in rabid fire Russian because of my anger. When Akim called I yelled ‘cause I was mad. I’ve never lost my cool with my Byki. It has never happened before but because of her, I practically lost it. Was it a mistake laying my fucking trust in her? Was it a mistake claiming her as mine? Fucking her. Making promises? Hell. Fucking fuck. Dawn has disconcerted my thoughts. Even in the email, Durov sent me I typed some shit there because my focus is in shambles. She had asked me what the heck is wrong with me bu
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 103. Dima.
***They Know Me.***Her thoughts are far my mine. She thinks my rage has something to do with Mae but she’s wrong. That girl never stand a chance since the night I tasted Dawn’s lips. Not even her gimmicks this morning after I left Dawn’s room to stuff her luggage in my car could lure me. Nothing about her attracts me. I huff a breath and stare at Dawn.“Tell me what she told you. What was it that’s so strong you could rage against me like this?” This is the first time she’s ever spoken to me high-pitched. “Mae has nothing to with this.” “Lies!” My anger simmers, and soars to a new height. She dare call me a liar? She’s the one lying for fucks sake. I dive my hand under her chin and tilt her head up. “Don’t ever fucking call me that,” I growl in her face. She shudders. She pushes back and away from me. I see the quaking rise and fall of her chest. I see the fear. She looks at me like I’m a stranger. Like I’m not the man she sucked his cock this morning. Like I’m not the
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 104. Dawn.
***He takes from me.***I break in tears because words fail me. I shudder because all Dima revealed is too much to take in. I don’t really focus on his hatred for this man Vladimir, everyone have a right to feel raw anger, raw hatred. Though, I pity any of his descendants lurking around. However, I focus on the fact that the man that brought death to his beloved mother is the man I once called father. The man I once trusted for protection but didn't get any. He was a murderer. A killer. He never deserved the mourning I mourned for him months after his death. He never deserved my break down in sorrow. More than anything, he deserved a thousand death. I wish I can dredge up his body and kill him all over again. Now, it makes sense. The raw anger, hatred, Dima displayed earlier now makes sense. He deserved to rage but truth is I never lied to him. I don’t deserve his hatred and cold shoulders because all through my childhood that man was never a father figure to me. All
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 105. Dawn.
****Be my date tonight.***One day, two days, then three, and now it’s bleeding into one week since the night Dima opened up to me. The most amazing part of it is that we've returned to normal. No, actually our love has bloomed more than it ever was. Dima mostly comes over to my apartment and spends the night. And every night is filled with him inside me or me riding his cock. He’s never confessed his feelings for me yet but I already know it’s there given the way he looks at me. The way he ensures I’m okay. The way he calls me whenever we’re apart. It’s exactly what I asked for. His love. His attention. Just precisely that. Dima had also gone all out to change my wardrobe for me. You'd think I’m a socialite whenever I come outside. Like…the changes in me are so glaring even Lilly admitted to it. Speaking of Lilly, she comes to my place when I return from work most afternoons from Mari Vanna. She had wanted to spend the night sometime but knowing our wild activities at night, I
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 106. Dima.
>>>>>A surprise.>>>>>I can’t begin to explain the emotions that swirled through me when Dawn opened the door. I can’t begin to explain her incredible beauty. She looks nothing less than a dark queen. My dark queen. Dawn is out of the league beautiful and I want nothing more than to keep making that beauty shine. I crave her. I want her. I need her like an addict needs his drugs. Dawn is my drug. The woman that has ever made me feel something. I planned this date for us. To show her that aside from my dark side, there’s a part of me that indulges in romance and that she’s the only woman I’ve ever tried to be romantic with. I break my lips from hers and ask her to be my date tonight. With watery eyes, my printsessa agreed to go on the date with me. I hand her the flower and she smelled the teasing, sweet scent of it before sliding her arm in the loop of mine. Hell, my heart is expanding as we walk down to the elevator and her neighbors do nothing but stare at us. I love how they
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 107. Dawn.
>>>>>>I'm Wet. Down there.>>>>>>I can’t stop staring at Dima because of what he just admitted. I’m still reeling from the fact that he bought such an expensive dress for me, shoes, and cosmetics, and the fact that he brought me here to “Whisper in Russian” literally the most expensive Russian restaurant in the United States. If I’m not mistaken, to dine here costs not less than five thousand dollars. It’s only meant for Russian oligarchs, mafias, and American politicians. And Dima went all out to book the whole place only for us!Hell, this is so fucking much to take in. I can’t breathe. But then again, who am I kidding? Dima is practically a mob boss. Just his looks alone scream power. The fabric of his suit alone costs thousands of dollars. Dima has all it takes. I still can’t believe I’m his. That he does all these things because of his obsession with me. Yes, it’s equal parts love and obsession. Because since Dima claimed me as his, I’ve never been allowed to bat an eye at
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His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 137. Dawn.
*****Epilogue.******Six months later.**The sounds of my laughter file through the air as Yulia fills me in on Dasha’s tantrums. Something the toddler lately developed. I laugh while shoving the food down my throat, feeling more happy and safe than I’ve felt in the past year. All my paranoia vanished and now I’m even adding more weight. Jeez. I never knew I had it in me. However, I’m not eating much as the doctor advised so it'll not make my baby fat in the belly, hence difficulty in giving birth. So, that means what’s making me add weight is happiness. Wow, I never knew it’s possible until I found myself in the position. The last six months have been a water shed in my life. I thought I’d lose my pregnancy after all the torture I went through but no. I got lucky that the doctors staunched the bleeding and saved my child. Now, my belly is out and my child is growing peacefully. Dima has never stopped fussing over me and the baby. Jeez, I never knew the man
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 136. Dima
>>>>The End.>>>>I’ve been sweeping in and out of consciousness since their last bout of torture. God, my body is nothing but a house of pain. The laser they zap my body with has roped tight my muscles. I whimper, feeling the wetness gathering on my thighs. What is happening? Am I bleeding? With fear, I start to wring on the seat so my shorts will hitch up mid-thigh to reveal the wetness that has pooled in my thighs. While in my struggling process, I hear heavy footsteps edging closer to me and I peer up. There he is, waddling closer to me with a harsh gleam in his eyes. He pauses before me and I stare up at him not wanting him to smell even a string of my fear and despair. Oleg leans closer and cradles my jaw with brute force, rage gleaming in his eyes. I shudder and my inside recoils as his eyes find their way into mine. “Your knight in shining armor is out to get you.” He chuckles darkly. His thumb flicks over my parched lips. I curse him for laying his filthy
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 135. Dima.
****FBI Blacksite.*****It’s hard to take in. My mind has been boggled ever since Mae revealed the truth to me. I still have some doubts. How in hell had Benson been my father without my knowing? It’s strange. It's so difficult to believe but the string of evidence Mae pulled together is foolproof. It wasn’t something she made up. No. It’s real. It’s the truth. Benson is my father. Benson is Oleg Arkadi Kozlov. The man behind my mother’s sufferings. Shit!! I can’t wait to send him into the depths of pain and let death embrace him. Not only had he caused the woman I loved pains by raping her. No, he went as far as to make her life at Vladimir’s estate a living hell. Even when she had found peace during the time Vladimir locked Benson in Volsk, he shortened her moments of happiness with the assassination. He murdered her just to be sure he never see her live a life of fulfillment. How heartless could he be? He not only hurt my mother he also hurt me. He ruined my chi
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 134. Dima.
****Take me as hostage.*****I never once thought something would ever make me anxious in my life. Not even when my mother was shot dead before my eyes. No. All I felt when I saw my mama lying in the pool of her own blood was raw anger. I wanted so much to exert revenge on Vladimir because I tagged him as the cause of our plight. I was never anxious. But…too bad I am now. I’ve been anxious since I figured Faustina is evil. I’ve been anxious since I found out she was behind it all. She threw my rypka to the wolves to devour. My woman is out there pregnant with my seed and without protection. Fuck! I grit my teeth at the gaping realization and shove my fingers through my hair. My mind has been overloaded with the possibility of the conditions she might have been subjected to by now. Shit, I can’t take this. I can’t bring myself to imagine my rypka being tortured. I can’t envision the pain she'd be feeling. I swear to avenge her and my child. But most of all, I pray this very
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 133. Dawn.
>>>>>You're Dima's father.>>>>Whispering voices fill the air around me as I wake from my deep slumber. I wheeze a breath but I figure my throat is dry. Totally dry. I try to wet my throat with my saliva but hell, I can barely muster enough to wet my dry throat. Where am I? How long have I been unconscious? All these questions fill my head but I can’t find any answer to it. I try to peer around but darkness falls into my vision. Hell, where is this? It’s more like I have a hood over my head. I try to jerk my hands but I can’t budge. I’m tied. At that, full-blown panic sets in and I begin to whimper, budging the restraints on my hands. “Hmmm…” I hum, seeking answers while I wrack my head for answers on what literally went down.How in hell did I end up here, manacled? With the fierce intensity which I wrack my mind, things start falling into place. The golden mask festival. My flight from Dima’s house to Moscow international airport. My landing in the U.S.
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 132. Dima.
>>>>It's about you and Dawn. I never knew fury can form balls and lodge into one's chest but now I do. I fucking do because the balls keeps rotating in my chest as I punish my Byki more. “Ahhh, Pakhan please!” Russell hoots in excruciating pains as I cut his finger. He was supposed to guard the entrance but the fucker left it open and was smoking pot with some of the soldiers, giving Dawn the opportunity to escape. I fucking never knew she had plans of escape. How in hell was she able to fucking do that? I fist his hair, my jaw sets as I smack Russell hard across the face again. For the past three days, I’ve been teetering on the edge of insanity knowing my woman is out there and can get in the clutches of the wolves. I’ve not in the least bit cleared my head nor closed my eyes because if I do, only images of Dawn with her bloating belly crash into my mind. How could she do this to me? How? The woman has my child with her yet she chose to flee from me. The night of
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 131. Dawn.
*****Freedom.******The day slips by in a blur. I can’t tell what got me engaged until it’s time for the festival to begin. My nerves are jumpy while my mind is in a state of unrest about what will happen in hours to come. All day, I just lock myself in the room, thinking the best possible way to escape from this estate. I know Dima’s men are everywhere . His soldiers are stationed at every corner of this fucking place which will only make my escape hard. Hell, if care is not taken they might catch me and bring me back to their boss and only God knows what Dima will do. I all but wrack my mind for a solution. The perimeter alarm might give me away or the drones that keep flying around the estate every twenty hours. God, as much as this sounds good, I mean my ticket to freedom sounds good, it’s risky. It’s only someone that’s versatile about Dima’s property that can make an easy escape. It’s making me doubt whether I'll continue with this escape plan. If perhaps I’
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 130. Dawn.
>>>>>Ticket to freedom.>>>>>The soft knock on the door has me stirring from my sleep. I’m not able to concede the person’s visit as the door flutters open and three of Dima’s servants strut into the room bearing a dresser. I scrunch my nose knowing what the cloth they are herding into the room is for. For the past two days, I have been fitting into different dress for the so-called golden mask festival. Fucking don’t see the need for that. Dima alongside Yulia had called on the best fashion designer they have here in Russia and about three of these people brought the best of their dresses, forcing me to wear them to see the one that would suit the occasion but in the end, Dima would end up disliking it. Just yesterday, the last of the fashion designer came and took my measurements, promising to make a unique dress for me that'll suit the occasion. That should be the dress the servants are wheeling into the room. And for them to bring it here, it only means Dima approves
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 129. Dima.
>>>>An Email.>>>>I pin my back to the door immediately I exit my room…Dawn’s room. My heart rolls with bitterness against my chest. She hates me. When I kissed her I felt her hunger for me. For my touch but something made her remember just the amount of hatred she has for me. It breaks me to know I’m the reason for this severed ties between us. I am the fucking reason. But should I fault myself? I can’t fault myself at all. All my life I’m wired to hate one man and that is Vladimir and by extension, his household. So, the rage I felt when I found out the mark that signifies Dawn as his printsessa can’t be vaporized. I almost acted on impulse at the hospital that night. Hell, I almost shot her. Had it been I wasn’t on the run, in my hands would her blood swim. But if I had killed her I’d have killed my child too…something that I’ve desired to have all my life. I want to have a baby with Dawn and now she’s pregnant, only I can’t get close to her because she hates
