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LAWS OF THE WOLF 31
I woke up alone, in the middle of a torn bed. Nocturnal delight wandered sleepily through the body, not wanting to give way to morning vigor.I stretched and rolled onto my back to look at the wall clock, which was steadily moving towards eleven.After taking a shower, I wrapped myself in a towel and opened the dressing room. Going through the trempel, I tried to understand how bad I felt after having sex with Boris, but there was nothing like that.Allowing Arthur to fuck me, and then getting drunk, go to fuck with Yegor, I did not consider myself a fallen woman. Only then, after the robbery of the store, such a thought crept into my head.Well, well ... I must have really been fallen, since I slept with Boris right after they tried to rape me again.Let it be. Throw stones at me if you like, but I don't care. The deed was done and I became one step closer to the goal, although I had to admit that Boris surprised me: I asked him not to hold back, but he remained gentle to the end. It
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The way back to the residence took longer. Or maybe I thought so.The SUV, driven by Alyosha, was driving unusually smoothly. The roadside lights flashed brightly in the reflection of the ring that Boris put on me as a token of my belonging to him, as a token of confirmation that I was now Kira Angelova.He hugged me and I half-asleep clung to him, burying my nose in his neck. Only for this evening I was so nervous that I felt completely exhausted.What kind of complex and contradictory creatures we are, in one second we are confident in something, and in the next second we are no longer.Probably, I could be condemned, but in part I agreed with Boris. I remember when I heard how Sasha blamed everything on me, without even admitting that I was not to blame, I became very sad. Of course, I always knew that he was selfish and, to put it mildly, cowardly, but it was one thing to persuade me to spread my legs in front of someone in order to brush him out of trouble, and it was quite anoth
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The golden cigarette case, another gift from Boris, who had come to terms with my bad habit, strove to slip out of his sweaty palm.While I was getting ready, the car warmed up in the sun and from the heat of the leather seats, and even the air conditioner turned on by Alyosha did not save the heated roof with the sunroof tightly closed.Even Astakhov, summoned by Boris to guard me, was forced to part with his motorcycle jacket and holster, putting his pistols in the belt of his jeans and hiding the silencers in his pocket.Alyosha now and then looked askance at how they bulged out, and with all his appearance showed dissatisfaction not only with his presence in the front passenger seat, but with his presence in general.Every now and then I straightened a pale lemon dress with a rather open neckline that stuck to my damp body. When I chose it, I did not take into account that due to the thinness of the fabric I would have to wear a bra under it and, just thanks to the latter, the nec
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Rotating the cigarette case in my hands, I watched in a detached way as the smoke from Astakhov's cigarette was carried away through the half-open window, replacing the tobacco smell with evening freshness.For myself, I never decided whether I did the right thing with Yegor, in the sense that I went to him, and indeed, but meeting with him, especially his words, left me with an unpleasant aftertaste.So much love for you... It was... When everything was simple and clear, when only my brother was between us, and now... Now there was a staged death between us, arranged not by me, and a prison that Yegor built with his own hands , driving it into my head that I sold out, and even killed my brother, so as not to interfere with my happiness.So think that you know someone ... We are sometimes a mystery to ourselves, so what can we say about others.The sun was setting, but Astakhov faithfully held on to his glasses, like an incognito crawling over me with his eyes, like an ant. I think he
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The two days following the visit of the foreigner passed like a nightmare.I hardly left my room, stupidly watching through the window the movements of half-breeds in painted helmets, prowling under every pebble, in every flower bed every hour something that only they knew.Astakhov was either with them, or supervised the updating of video cameras and alarms, or received boxes, as I thought, with weapons.One got the impression that the house was preparing for war, and I could not get rid of the thought that I was partly to blame for this - the weak point of the owner of the city.Damn, at least put a slipper on it, there will be no sense!After two more days, I was ready to climb the wall. Firstly, due to the fact that my plans to hit the road to Diana and Yegor were covered with a copper basin. Boris asked me not to leave the house and, as an additional guard, assigned me his best shooter, who cheerfully followed me on my heels, managing at the same time to control his scumbags and
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The late evening flowed velvety through the half-open hatch of the off-road vehicle, which easily glided through the night city.When I opened the case, I expected to see anything but a scarlet strapless dress. Even when I saw sandals of the same color, it didn’t cross my mind that Boris’s gift could be so frank.The purest scarlet blood was covered with silk in the likeness of a second skin, while not restricting movement at all, it was hellishly combined with diamonds playing with fire.On the one hand, I found Boris's liberated whim as a sign that I was worried about Diana for nothing and that the problems with Koppel were settled. On the other hand... On the other hand, I felt naked and I had an unpleasant stomachache at the thought that I was going to some kind of feast during the plague.At the same time, I felt excited. My life, hardly mine with all the big words and statements, was once again taking a sharp turn regardless of my desires, and I was impatient for where it would
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- So you are already winding fishing rods? I chuckled, not noticing the heat coming from him. - Do you think that the game is not worth the candle? You're a corrupt dog, Astakhov, so wipe away a stingy, masculine tear and don't worry about anything: the war won't affect you,' I added, arching an eyebrow. “My husband will pay you well to guard my chest away from the flooded streets, and we will both survive your ignorance of courtesy.- Do you feel it? - Astakhov missed my causticity and put his hand to the place under my chest where the bullet he fired entered me. - Bullet, I mean. Do you feel it in you?"Sometimes," I replied, confused by the sudden change in subject and tone.- And now? The wolfhound looked into my eyes.He was tall and even in heels I was shorter than him."Now I feel your hand where it shouldn't be," I replied.Goosebumps ran up from the place where his hand touched, and as if trying to catch up with them and bring them back, his hand persistently touched his ches
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I turned around to face him and wrapped my arms around his neck.Ah, that bittersweet ultimatum! So classic. So banal. So masculine.He or I. Me or him.There is no third.I just didn’t understand one thing: if Grisha was going to kill Boris, how did he imagine that I could make a choice in favor of the dead man? Or did he think I might have warned Boris?And then what? Saying that he loves, put a bullet in my heart? Or, taking an example from the same Boris, will he simply captivate me in his loft?Grisha was waiting for an answer, but the persistent ringing of the phone answered for me and we both knew perfectly well who was calling.- In touch, - answered Grisha.Naked and shaggy, he lazily held his pipe over his shoulder as he lit a cigarette.- Glad to hear.He looked at me, narrowing one eye. The wolf on his chest was covered in smoke.- I am really tired. - I extended my hand, but Grisha remained in place, listening indifferently to Boris' next question. - She is sleeping. Unde
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LAWS OF THE WOLF Epilogue
Casino "Queen of Spades" was one of the first in the city, which worked legally, and was rightfully considered its pearl.It was located in an old building in the center and, along with the gaming halls, included hotel rooms on the upper floors and a restaurant on the ground floor, at the entrance to which my father, the then owner of the city, was shot.Boris once invested a lot of money in updating the casino, while retaining the charm of that era and leaving even the name, probably thus perpetuating the moment of his coming to power.It is strange that Boris was from a rich and influential family, but he strove for power so much, and Grisha, who was probably found in cabbage with a clip instead of a rattle, did not strive for power even when it was brought to him on a silver platter.It was a bit of a revelation to me that Rosa visited the casino, but on the other hand it was her own business, thanks to which I had a powerful lead. However, Grisha probably also thought about someth
LAWS OF THE WOLF 53
Summer twilight was gathering over the residence, and cigarette smoke ghostly spread in the scattered patches of light from the lanterns. In the vault, I found some documents, among which was my passport with the name Angelova.It was a strange logic to hide the documents along with the weapons, but I didn't find fault when I looked at the DNA test results sheet. Of course, there were no names on it, but it was not necessary to guess for a long time who the samples belonged to.Why did Boris drive his brother away? I thought the blood mattered to him. Or was the rejection of the brother due to the fact that he was a half-breed? To Boris, half-breeds were trash. Only I, my beloved wife, was an exception, and, probably, Grisha. And that was only because he was a very useful servant.I wonder if Boris's parents were still alive? Or did he also kill them, like my father, so that they would not get in the way while he was building his empire?How is my queen doing? - Grisha quietly slipped
LAWS OF THE WOLF 52
The sun had long since turned away from the windows and balcony of my room, and I blinked sleepily, not orienting myself in time.There was a taste of rotten eggs in my mouth, and I was very thirsty. I reached out to a bottle of water that had come from somewhere on the bedside table and, sitting up, took a few sips.I felt rested, but my head was porridge. The pillowcase on the pillow was dirty with make-up that I hadn't washed off before going to bed, and the only clothes I had on were panties. This discovery was the turning point for my sleepy memory, and I tightened my grip on the bottle, preparing to throw it at whoever opened the door, but it was only Martha.- Good morning! How did you sleep? she asked cautiously, looking warily at the bottle in my hand.- Where is this monster? I squeezed out.- Grigory Georgievich washes a motorcycle, - Marta immediately answered, holding back a smile.There were too many rough words on my tongue, and I, taking pity on the girl's ears, kept s
LAWS OF THE WOLF 51
In my life I have seen quite a few horrors: I saw how my brother was shot in cold blood; I saw how the doctor's throat was torn open with claws; I saw severed heads rolling on the floor with grimaces of pain, but what lay in the box could not be compared with them.- It's a doll! Astakhov reassured me. - Just a doll, Kira!I clung to him, shuddering from crying. A doll... A little boy's doll was lying in the ground, judging by the smell taken from the cemetery, and from that it smelled of death.When Astakhov was pulling me away, I caught the box and it fell to the floor. The earth crumbled, and the doll began to cry so loudly that I could not hold back the second painful scream.What kind of sick bastard did you have to be to do that?- What have become, bl * d! - lifting me in his arms, Astakhov shouted to his scumbags. - Bring the courier back! Fast!He carried me to my room and sat me on the bed. I was trembling. I still smelled the nauseating smell of the earth. A child's cry rum
LAWS OF THE WOLF 50
I stood under a hot shower for a long time, washing away the smell of the wolf and the feeling that I had been dumped in the mud.I really considered the option with sex seriously. The old, proven method could (and would have turned out!) to be very effective with such a self-confident character as Mikhail, but apparently my inner chameleon went on vacation or hibernated, and I did not feel the slightest physical response to the caress of an attractive man.His every kiss, every touch disgusted me, and even the name of his son could not start the desired mode in me. I once considered myself a fallen woman, and I was for the most part, but, apparently, in my short redemption, I managed to rise a little, and at the last moment I backed up, using a trump card that, in fact, I wanted to save .Hearing about my father and that I was ready to meet him, the young lawyer quickly realized that he underestimated me and removed his ugly little hands, but even under water it still seemed to me th
LAWS OF THE WOLF 49
Rosa served me lunch in the dining room, honoring a vase of strawberries with the most honorable place on the table. I placed my laptop out of sight and jabbed blindly at my plate with my fork, trying to focus on the news that was all about starting a recycling plant and opening jobs. Somewhere I even came across an interview with the deputy mayor, but I did not read through it. Everything was clear there anyway: it was worth taking something important from people, and from wolves, and half-breeds too, and then returning it, and they, consider, were in your pocket, overflowing with gratitude.It warmed me strangely that I now had power in my hands, and that with its help I had done a good deed by providing jobs, but I also could not help but notice that with such a gesture I exposed myself even more. Gratitude is gratitude, but even the simple inhabitants of the city's slums couldn't help but wonder who was now at the helm, not to mention the mayor and all his many hangers-on."What i
LAWS OF THE WOLF 48
Astakhov left, leaving behind acrid smoke and a taste of bitterness in his mouth. Night fell imperceptibly, and the rain fell, ruthlessly filling the dimly lit room with the thoughts I had promised her when I returned here. And all of them, of course, were about Nikita.At some point, they became unbearable, like the smell of cigarettes left by the wolfhound, and I opened the balcony wide open, turned off the light in the hope of falling asleep, but it only got worse: the dream did not go at all, and every rustle from the street seemed to revive not only my thoughts about my son, but memories of those days that I spent at the residence with Boris, and indeed memories of my whole life.I saw faces, heard voices, smelled and touched, heard shots and moans, sweaty palms, and in them I alternately felt the weight of a gun.Closer to dawn, this torture began to come to an end, but there was another on the way, and the brighter it became, the more clearly I saw Boris. He stood by my bed and
LAWS OF THE WOLF 47
To say that Rosa's words left me with an unpleasant aftertaste was an understatement. It was one thing to admit that I had made a mistake by returning to the city, and quite another to hear confirmation of this. I would have bitten my elbow, but it was already too late to bite even two.I had no reason not to believe her, but on the other hand, I just wanted to shout out "What the hell?!"As children, my brother and I often heard in our slums fairy tales about the great Valery Stanislavsky, which mother tearfully fed, telling in the evenings about how gentle father was, and how he would love us, and how he would take care of us, and other shit , unfamiliar with loneliness, fear and longing.Now, many years later, I was sitting in his house, but already in the chair of a wolf who organized his murder and took the place of the owner of the city, who ordered me to be beaten, raped and killed, and then fucked me in the same house, sang praises, gave jewelry , who made me his wife, and who
LAWS OF THE WOLF 46
I closed the door behind him and, returning to the table, drank the bourbon in one gulp.It was difficult to put aside thoughts about my son, but I managed to focus on a conversation with a lawyer. Whether he realized that I was cut off from Boris's affairs or not was unimportant, as well as what he thought of me. Maybe it was even better that he took me for a fool, because something serious was usually not expected from fools.The main thing now was that he confirmed one of my worst guesses: six months ago, someone made sure that my signature miraculously appeared in the inheritance documents, and this same someone left some orders on my behalf to keep the business afloat.Question: who and for what purpose?Was it the one who sent a guest to my house? Maybe it was made to smoke me out? Forced to return to the city?It is unlikely that this was Boris's brother. If he looked at least a little like him, my signature would not be anywhere, but he clearly claimed something, since he inte
