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Chapter 8: Where Vic Sleeps

Author: DangerBeanz
last update Last Updated: 2025-01-29 01:35:54

As Vic chased Rocco back down the hall, they met up with Madelena and Rowan, who had two of Vic’s bags slung on one shoulder. “Rowan, you have to do what I say.” the small woman spat fiercely, and Vic watched with silent amusement as the oversized grinch seemed to soften just enough to speak to her. “Yes ma’am, I understand that, but boss says she goes in the bunk house like the others.” he almost pled with her just before Rocco cleared his throat and Max came walking into grand foyer with a rolling suitcase Vic also recognized as her own. “She can’t sleep in the bunkhouse Rowan! You guys don’t even sleep there. I hear stuff about what they do in there and I don’t think it’s right for her.” Madelena barked as Rocco put his hands out in surrender. “Whoa Maddie, take it easy, nothing is gonna happen to Vic. She’s one of the team now, you heard the boss.” he said, and Madelena just pursed her lips and began tapping her foot on the floor. “Unacceptable Roc, I want her to have the room next to mine.” she announced with a triumphant look and Rocco began scratching the back of his neck. “Look Maddie, that’s the plan but you know how he is. He wants her to run through the gauntlet first.” he said. 

Vic watched as Madelena’s eyes grew with what she guessed was anxiousness or outrage. “We will just see about that.” she announced, before turning to Vic. “Don’t worry bestie, I can handle Alex, you won't have to spend one night in that place.” she began, and Vic just shook her head. “Mrs. Volkov, I mean no disrespect, but maybe we should abide by the rules your husband has set. I’m sure you understand how hard it will be for me to fit in here if I receive special treatment on the first day.” she reasoned, and Madelena only rolled her eyes with a huffed breath. “Ok first, eww… don’t say Mrs. Volkov. You sound like my mother. Call me Maddie or Mad or even ‘yo bitch’ but like, please don’t be all formal and stuck up.” she said with a mischievous grin tugging at one side of her mouth and Vic smiled as she licked her lips and laughed. “Deal Maddie.” she said and then glanced at Max. “Bunk house?” she asked, with a playful question to her voice.

Max nodded, “Yeah, Volkov likes to keep security tight and close. All teams bunk in the back of the compound, except me, Rowan, and Rocco of course.” He winked at her and wiggled his eyebrows. “But don’t worry Vickie baby. We each have a bed there for special ops so you won't be left alone until we make sure all you kids can get along.”  The sound of Volkov’s voice rang out from his office and Madelena rolled her eyes. “That’s my que, see you at dinner then?” she asked, and Rocco shook his head. “Afraid not tonight little terror. We need to get Vic settled in, how about breakfast tomorrow though?” he asked, and the young vibrant Mrs. Volkov shrugged with a playful pout contorting her face. “I guess if I have to share her I would rather do it in the first couple days she is here.” Rocco chuckled and Vic’s head almost snapped off at the delicious sound that rumbled out of him. Madelena winked at Vic, “Watch out for Volkov men, they are as addictive as they are dangerous.” she said. Vic only smiled with a polite nod. “I will keep that in mind ma’am.” she responded politely, and watched as Madelena opened her mouth to speak but the sound of Volkov yelling again cut off whatever she was about to say. “See ya in the morning, I guess.” she grumbled and sulked with greatly exaggerated steps as she made her way back toward Volkov’s office. 

Vic stood between the three men waiting for someone to move. “I can carry my own bags.” she said, looking at Rowan who snorted and dropped her bags at her feet. The large man leaned into her face and almost growled. “Burning unbuilt bridges already sweetheart.” he barked through clenched teeth, and Vic only rolled her eyes as she bent over to pick up both bags, hoisting them over each shoulder. “Try being a woman sometime, if you carry my bags and someone sees,” she began and jerked her head in Rocco’s direction, “or I let him open a door for me, I am seen as the same as every other woman on this compound.” she said before glancing at Rocco over her shoulder. “And I get the feeling there are some old traditions that might make someone see me as the weaker sex.” she finished before marching out the door.

Rowan groaned and adjusted himself. “I would love to fill that smart mouth.” he grumbled as Max jabbed him in the ribs. “You like her Mickey, I like her too.” he said, as he watched the now empty doorway. Rocco slapped both men upside the head. “Keep your eye on the job, we don’t shit where we eat.” he grumbled, and Rowan marched out after Vic mumbling curses under his breath, as Max simply sighed. “Say whatever you want Roc. You look at her the same way we do, she’s perfect.” He finished, his voice sounding far off as Rocco snorted and slapped him on the back of the head again. “Get movin’ lover boy.” he grumbled, and Max simply kicked Rocco in the back of the thigh as the two rushed out after an already bickering Vic and Rowan.

As the four of them walked toward the back of Volkov’s massive modern castle, Vic noticed that Rocco kept three paces behind her while Max kept perfect pace on her left side and Rowan walked on her right but kept three paces ahead. “You got any questions Vickie baby?” Max asked, with pursed lips and Vic smirked as she bounced one of the bags off her shoulder. She threw it at Max, who stumbled slightly in step before hoisting the bag up on his own shoulder. “Wanna really test that stamina?” she asked with a sultry growl in her voice. Max responded by again, tripping over his own feet, but he gave her a big goofy smile. “What did you have in mind angel?” He purred, and Vic rolled her eyes before she looked over her shoulder. “Where is the bunkhouse?” she asked Rocco, and he seemed to almost sneer at her. “About seven klicks west of our current location.” he answered with a smugness to his tone that rubbed Vic’s patience raw.

She looked at Max and winked. “First one across the threshold decides sleeping arrangements.” she finished. The moment Max chuckled low in his chest, Vic slung her duffle bag up onto her head, picked up her rolling bag, and took off at a steady jog. Max let his head flop to the side as he groaned lustfully. “Even if I lose this race, watching her ass the whole time is worth it.” He groaned and took off after her. Rocco laughed and shook his head as Rowan snapped his head back to look at his superior. “We really gonna let this happen?” he growled, and Rocco only threw his head back laughing before a devious gleam lit his eyes, “Absolutely not. Don’t let her get through that door before Max. We split up.” he answered, and Rowan nodded, “Same formation as last time?” he asked, and Rocco only gave a single curt nod before both men split into furious sprints in opposite directions.

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