Gavril“And the other shipments are on time. I think that by the end of the week, we should be fully stocked and ready for delivery.”I drummed my fingers on my desk as Anatoly droned on in his report, filling me in on every shipment that had come in over the last week.Right now it felt like the last fucking year for as long as he had been talking.“Tell me,” I answered once he stopped to take a breath. “Don’t you ever think about just typing that shit in an email and sending it to me?”Anatoly glowered at me over the paper pad in his hands. “You know that emails can be traced and used against you if they are found in a court of law.”Fair enough. Still, I arched a brow. “Have you been watching CSI again?”“Respectfully, Pakhan.” He sighed, placing the pad in his lap. “Fuck you.”I chuckled, glad to have a moment of just fucking around. The last few days had been extremely tense, so much so I felt like I had spent more time on the phone than sleeping. We’d had a couple of ships stopp
GavrilThat was the original plan.By the time I pulled the car up to the mansion, I had the entire conversation planned out in my head. I was sure that Naomi would have a great deal of questions, questions that I wasn’t ready to answer, but I didn’t have any concerns about her not going.After all, she knew I held her life in my hands, and at any moment I could squash it. That hadn’t changed.Had it?I would treat her no differently than the plans I had with Sveta. If she couldn’t give me a kid by the end of the year, I would have to come up with something else, and the plan had always been to tuck her somewhere out of sight, claiming she was sick or some shit so I could move on.I was married to my position first.The woman was supposed to come second and be nothing but a part of a plan.Vera was hovering near the door when I walked in. “Good evening, master,” she stated. “I hear that you will be leaving soon.”“I am going home for a few weeks,” I told her. “I trust you will look af
NaomiI fidgeted as I watched the scenery pass by, wondering exactly where we were at this moment and what we could be flying over. I knew I could pull it up on the small screen embedded in the plane’s wall next to me, but honestly, I was too scared to touch anything.When Gavril had told me that we were going to Russia, I thought we would fly commercial.Why I didn’t know. I mean, I was flying with a Pakhan, a very powerful and wealthy man who could fly his own damn helicopter at that.Flying commercial was beneath him.The private jet was honestly amazing. I hadn’t flown like this before, the sleek white and black interior matching Gavril’s hot and cold nature. We weren’t alone for this flight, though. The guard who had taken me the first time was also with us, though he was sitting near the cockpit, minding his own business. Anatoly was his name, and Gavril had told me that I could trust him.I really couldn’t even trust myself right now, especially not the feelings I had swirling
GavrilI was home.I sat next to Naomi in the car as it wound through the streets of St. Petersburg, taking in the familiar sights and sounds of the place of my birth. I could practically hear the gentle sloshing of the Neva as it wound its way through the city. It had been at least a year since I had come home, too busy with the Bratva to come and visit.It was like nothing had changed. A swirl of memories assaulted me with each turn of the car, remembering things about my childhood and then ultimately my teenage years that my mother thought I would never get out of without dying first.She had always said that I was hardheaded and on a path to the devil, and her description of my life wasn’t far off even now.I was on a path, a destructive path that would lead me right to hell. My soul was too far gone to be saved, and no amount of prayers was going to change that.Still, I knew she prayed for my soul each night, and that was enough.Naomi was silent next to me, but I could tell tha
Naomi“Come on! There is so much to show you!”I looked at Gavril’s departing form until I couldn’t see him any longer, having the strange desire to call him back and not have him leave me here alone. It wasn’t because of his sisters. They were definitely different from their brother, but I could still see the family resemblance.Aleksandra was tall and thin, with long dark hair that brushed her lower back in perfect long curls. She was dressed casually in a pair of joggers and a T-shirt but walked around effortlessly in stiletto heels as if she were wearing sneakers.Katarina had dramatic blue eyes to match her dark hair, though hers was fashioned into a chin-length bob that swayed as she walked. She was the livelier of the two, as the younger one usually was. Her hot pink pants and bright yellow pullover clearly showed off her personality.They were both a surprise, and it had been clear to me that Gavril doted on them, his demeanor completely different when they had greeted us.I a
The scowl, however, was completely and utterly Gavril’s.“Sorry, Mama,” Katarina said quietly, her head still bowed. “We were too loud.”The woman continued to stare at me, her cool gray eyes assessing every inch of my skin, and I suppressed the urge to shiver under her gaze.Yet another trait her son had gotten from her. “I’m Sveta Stanislavovna,” I finally stated, stretching out my hand. “I’m pleased to meet you, and thank you for allowing me into your home.”She glared at my hand and I started to sweat under the light sweater I was wearing, dropping my hand awkwardly to my side.This woman could melt ice with her stare.“Maria Afanasyevna.” She took my hand in a light grip.I felt like I should curtsey or something, but I remained perfectly still as she looked over my shoulder at her daughters. “Dismissed.”Both girls wasted no time in leaving the room, squeezing past their mother without another word.Maria looked back at me, her eyes assessing again. “You will take tea in my sola
GavrilI walked into the building, Anatoly at my heels, and ignored the men gathered. Word had gotten around that the Pakhan was back in Russia, and my whereabouts were now public knowledge.In a sense, the streets around the car were clogged with people, some wanting to talk to the Kirilenko leader for business or patronage. It always happened whenever I came home that people who wanted money, drugs, women, or a business alliance would find me and try to discuss matters. Sometimes I set up meetings with a few worthy men or women, trying to keep the peace among my own people before heading back to America.Tonight, I wasn’t there to do that. “Pakhan,” one of the men near me said, inclining his head. “Right this way.”Anatoly moved to my side, his hand touching the gun at his hip as we moved to the elevator, piling in a moment later. While we were on our home turf, it didn’t mean that the threats stopped there. There were rivals, even in St. Petersburg, that would love nothing more tha
NaomiI heard the words coming out of Gavril’s lips, but more importantly, I saw them reflected in his eyes. He truly would protect me.Not Sveta, but Naomi Spencer. Even if he didn’t say it, I believed that was who he was talking about anyway.So, I stood on my tiptoes and brushed my lips over his, wanting to be close to him again. When we were having sex, we were on the same page.He groaned and took over the kiss, though his movements were gentler than they had been in the past.Almost like he cared.Tears sprang to my eyes, but I refused to shed them, forcing myself to focus on Gavril’s kiss. His lips roamed over mine, seeking, tasting each and every corner until I gasped and he swept in, dominating the play of our tongues.His hands slid around me, and he held me against him, kissing me until I had to pull away, breathing heavily. “I haven’t seen your bedroom yet,” I panted, earning a chuckle from him.“Well, let me rectify that,” he answered, tugging one arm loose to lead me tow