4

The morning of the last March day was cool. The wind, pushing a crumpled newspaper sheet along the asphalt, strove to lick under her skirt and fluff her hair in her own way.

I ran a hand through my dark hair, keeping it from the special effects, and darted towards the store. Christina, my partner, had already turned off the alarm and was pressing the key in the lock, looking around warily.

- Give it to me! - having measured the guard Vanya with a reproachful look, who with a serene look was watching only Christina's ass, I pushed her away from the door.

The lock was new, as was the door, and practically everything in the shop. The son of the owner, who took over the reins of government, immediately redid everything to his taste, significantly strengthening the security system.

His father was an old wolf, long fed up with all the pluses of a wolf nature, not loose-handed and, moreover, a respected businessman. He preferred to conduct business quietly and calmly, while not particularly relying on modern technology and preferring the time-tested classics.

Under him, the store was stuffed with explosives, ready at any moment to send any robber to the next world, along with all the small jewelry trinkets that were not securely hidden in fireproof safes.

The son, as soon as his father retired, brought the business to a new level, and for almost half a year diamonds illegally imported into the country passed through the store.

I, like Christina, managed to keep a job, but everything had a price. The young wolf was just beginning to enjoy all the benefits of his essence and the power that was given to him, and Christina and I immediately understood how he was going to use it, and what price we had to pay for a job and a salary increase, but if Christina, an ordinary man, knew her place and was ready to pay the bills, then I compromised with the fight, increasingly thinking about quitting.

Under the werewolves, people did not live very comfortably, but the half-breeds had it even worse. Among the wolves, who unmistakably determined their half-heartedness and inferiority, the half-breeds stood out for the dirtiest corners and the most dishonest work, and among people who, in principle, could not identify them, it was no easier.

It would seem that it should have been easier for a young, unmarried girl without children to get a job, because everyone needed work horses who were ready to linger after work and go out even on holidays and weekends, and when no one was waiting at home, it was real offer and do, but that was the trap. Not for everyone, of course, but for many girls, especially if they were pretty.

Female employers, from the threshold assessing a potential employee by face and figure, almost immediately made a decision in favor of refusal, justifying this by sucking gaps in the resume, the lack of this and that from their fingers, although in reality they simply did not want to see the existing only in their head a competitor in everything, well, or just someone who, in their opinion, was something better than them. There may have been exceptions, but I haven't encountered one.

With male employers, things were even worse: from the very beginning, they assessed everything the same as women, and immediately began to think about the options for using a potential employee, while simultaneously looking in the resume for those moments.

No education? So she will be incredibly happy to get at least some work! No children? You don't even have to pay for sick leave! No husband and no one is waiting at home? So, there will be no one to intercede! Well, and the presence of mental abilities ... Hmm ... Aren't they limited to the ability to present themselves beautifully and spread their legs appropriately in order to get what they want? Not? Sorry, you are not suitable for us for a number of reasons.

And again, there probably were exceptions, but, alas, I didn’t come across such ones either, and, probably, that’s why I thought about leaving, but still stayed. At the very least, it was better to put up with a familiar evil than to seek an escape to an unfamiliar one. As long as you reconcile.

Cristina wiped down the display case with her jewels comfortably arranged on velvet-covered stands, bubbling over like a nightingale about this and that. She often tried on jewelry, but never once did I notice passion in her and that spark that would betray a desire to have such trinkets.

Her appearance was mediocre, even pale, without make-up she could not be noticed at all. In her life, she did not have enough stars from the sky, and if she ever had any illusions, then after her husband left her with a child in her arms, Christina seemed to have gone out.

Perhaps this was partly why the new boss had little interest in her, or maybe it was her age, although she was not much older than me, but her eyes were always dull, and in every word there was a practicality and a humble willingness to do what was needed and return to your business.

I didn’t blame her for this, but I envied her indifference towards jewelry, because I myself, to be honest, was crazy about them and sometimes wondered what I was ready to do for the sake of a carefree "diamond" life.

- This is a parure, - there was a whisper in his ear.

Arthur grabbed my hand with a massive blue diamond bracelet and ran his finger over the clasp. Carried away by the fitting, I did not notice how he came.

- I have a necklace for him in my office. Do you want to try on?

- No, I...

- You want, Kira! With his other hand, he brushed his hair away from his neck. The lips of the young wolf rapaciously dug into the lobe of the ear. - You really want to! he added, pulling me along with him.

Christina gave me a sympathetic look and went back to cleaning the window. Arthur locked the door and, releasing my hand, took out a necklace from the safe under the table.

"Take off the top," he commanded.

Like yesterday, I gritted my teeth and unbuttoned my blouse. The thought fleetingly crept into my head that I was partly accustomed (or maybe completely reconciled) to this, and my resistance to the young wolf became more and more ridiculous.

Did I mention honor, dignity and pride?

Well ... Another argument in favor of just beautiful words, which, alas, you will not be fed up with.

The necklace was incomparable and willingly lay on my chest, fastened at the back like a collar. Arthur ran over the sparkling stones with a satisfied look, smoothly and already carnivorously descended onto his chest, and crushed it hard with his hands, like dough.

- You smell good, Kira! Pulling me closer, he exhaled excitedly into my neck.

Leaving his chest alone, Arthur grabbed the zipper on the skirt, unzipped it and dragged it down along with the panties. Throwing them at his blouse, he stepped back a little to admire the new view.

The fly on his pants was bristling, and he, having freed his penis from captivity, showed with a gesture what he wanted. I felt relieved: it was better to taste sperm than his cock with it in me.

I put in a lot of effort to make him finish quickly. Humiliatedly rising from my knees, I dreamed of getting dressed and getting to the toilet as soon as possible in order to put two fingers in my mouth and get rid of his seed, but I made the mistake of turning my back on him, and my body, lovingly carved by nature itself, played against me.

Male flesh poked into my buttocks, burning my skin. The fingers in a businesslike manner ran along the pubis, massaged the clitoris and aggressively entered me.

- Take your time, Kira, - Arthur whispered smugly, caressing me and getting even hotter. - I'm not done with you yet.

I gave a strangled cry from the rough movements, mentally twisting in a fit of vomiting.

Arthur growled and jerked me around and threw me on the table. His penis swelled to unrealistic proportions. He spread my legs and ran his tongue along the labia, began to tug at the clitoris and pull his penis.

At some point, he decided that enough was enough and directed his cock at me. I let out another stifled cry and clutched at the edge of the table.

"There's a big deal going on today," he said half-growling in pleasure as he impaled me deeper. His gaze grew stronger and stronger. - I will become even richer and more influential. I will be second in this city, and you, Kira, will share this moment of glory with me, - he added and lost control.

The table shook and creaked. I shuddered and creaked along with him. Separating my body from consciousness, I watched with indifference as Arthur's face twisted in ecstasy, as wolf features appeared.

He craved power, craved to own me and not only me, but everything, to be not the second in the city, but the first, sole master, but, like my brother, he made a deadly mistake: he overestimated his strength and the position that he occupied.

For such an oversight, life ripped off a double price, and life itself could be easily lost because of even an indirect relationship to diamonds alone. And there was only one reason for this - Boris Angelov.

The unspoken owner of the city, a cruel beast, covered from head to toe with the blood of enemies and all those who simply did not please him, patronized Arthur, and it was for him and his dirty deeds that diamonds passed through the store.

His name alone inspired primal fear, and not a single more or less major business in the city could do without him and his wolves.

Sometimes it seemed to me that my brother didn’t want to be like his father at all, whom he didn’t even see due to his age and his mother’s lack of photographs, but strove to be like Angelov, who, according to rumors, worked his way from the very bottom to the tops of power, not disdaining any methods.

And at such moments, I could only hope that I was wrong, and neither I nor my brother would ever meet this beast.