JonSomewhere in LAI cleaned the gun with care, rubbing the cloth over the steel until it gleamed in the low lighting. The first rule I had learned in the academy was to always have my weapons in top shape. A dirty gun was a useless one, my instructor had said as he proceeded to show me exactly what he meant by it.Now I kept all my weapons ready for action, but more so to calm my nerves as well.My sweet, innocent Naomi had grown some balls. She hadn’t broken my nose but damn near had gotten a good lick in, and by the time I had hunted the vehicle down, she was long gone.I knew where she was. She was with that bastard Kirilenko again. My discreet inquiries had told me that she had been taken by Marchetti, her voice caught on voice recognition from the wiretap on Marchetti’s phone lines.She had fucking begged the bastard to come get her.No one had seen them leave, however, but Kirilenko had been seen leaving his mansion and returning hours later with an occupant in the car.I was
GavrilI fell on the bed next to Naomi, my cock straining to bury itself in her warmth. I felt different now. Naomi was the fucking center of my universe at this moment though there was a ton of shit that needed my attention.She needed my attention.I wasn’t sure when the tide had shifted, but right now, I didn’t give a shit about any of it. Naomi was safe. She was back in my arms and out of Hampton’s.Or even fucking Marchetti’s. I knew that he wasn’t after Naomi, but she had run to him first. Now I owed him a debt for taking care of my wife. Marchetti and I were enemies, yes, and him being unwilling to help me in this war didn’t bother me as much as it had before. One day, we were going to become somewhat cordial to each other, for the sake of our wives.That was going to take some time, more time than either of us was willing to admit. And a hell of a lot more time than Naomi realized.“God,” she breathed, throwing her arm over my abdomen, her throaty gasps now subsiding as her or
NaomiI was hopelessly in love the moment he told me he only wanted me.My breath caught as Gavril stalked toward me, his gaze sharp and a hint of that devilish grin on his handsome face.God, he could make me wet with that look! I wanted him so badly, insanely jealous of the way that his fingers had flown over the keys of the piano like he was stroking a lover. Gavril had played beautifully, just like I knew he would. With each rise and fall of the music, he had taken me on a roller coaster ride of emotion.It was almost like being with him. I had experienced the greatest highs and the lowest of lows with Gavril. Nothing was ever the same, and he could be so unbelievably moody at times. I had hesitated when he had asked me if I wanted to stay with him, but only because I needed to sort out my own tangled thoughts and feelings about him.The thought of living without Gavril was going to be far more painful than living with him. He was half my heart, and I knew there was nothing I coul
GavrilI pulled out a clean dress shirt from the closet and shrugged it on, adjusting the collar under my still-damp hair. After my time with Naomi in the music room downstairs, we had come up to the main floor to take a shower and get dressed. Our time of hiding was over.I had work that deserved my attention, and the longer I waited to mobilize my side of the war, the worse off we would be.Deftly working on the buttons, I thought about what I had told Naomi. Fuck, I loved her. I probably had loved her for a long time before I had dared to admit it to myself, but she was the future I wanted. It wasn’t just because of her carrying my child. She made me feel like I could be something more, like I could hang onto a shred of my soul while carrying out my duties as Pakhan.With some minor adjustments, that is.Going through my coats, I found one that suited me and shrugged it on, looking at myself in the full-length mirror. My past had driven me to believe that I couldn’t change anything
NaomiI dragged the brush through my hair before gathering it into a high ponytail and pulling out a few tendrils to frame my face. I had no idea what one wore to a fake kidnapping, but I figured it really didn’t matter in the end.I just wanted to stay alive.The door opened behind me and I smiled as I saw Gavril enter, dressed in one of his sinfully dark suits, the white shirt standing out in sharp contrast to his olive skin. In his arms he carried a bag, which he set down on the bed a moment later.“What’s that?” I asked, moving around on my vanity stool so that I could face him.“Your protection,” he answered, reaching in the bag to pull out a Kevlar vest. “I want you to wear this.”“I’ve never understood why the police put that on but keep their foreheads unprotected,” I said casually as I rose from the stool. “I mean, it’s easier to shoot someone in the head than it is to shoot them in the chest, right?”Gavril motioned for me to hold up my arms as he slid the vest over my head,
GavrilYuri and I stood at the entrance of the house, the long driveway giving us a good view of what would be coming soon. “You did a good job with the phone call,” I remarked as I checked my gun. “I almost wanted to kill you myself.”Yuri chuckled as he did the same. “I take it that she is going to be your wife in truth soon?”“Yeah,” I said honestly, having no reason to hide it from him. “She is.”“Good,” he replied, pulling the AK off his shoulder to ready himself. “Because any woman who can do that sort of shit and not be fucked up by it is a strong one indeed.”He walked off before I could respond, and I dragged a hand through my hair. Anxiety started to creep into my bones over what we might be up against. If it was just Jon or the Krasnaya Bratva, that was one thing.But if it was the fucking FBI, we were screwed. I didn’t want to tell Naomi that, of course, and I had a contingency plan in place in the event that the cavalry started down the driveway. She would get out.I, on t
NaomiMy heart was in my throat when the door opened and Gavril stood there, his face streaked with God knows what and a look on his face that immediately told me something was wrong. I was up and out of the chair before he could take another foot inside the room, flying into his arms heedless of what was on him. “You’re all right,” I sobbed into his bare chest.His arms locked around me, and for a moment we stood there, his face buried in my hair and my tears wetting his skin. When I had first heard the gunshots, I’d realized that all our planning could be the end of his Bratva.We could actually lose the fight. As much as I wanted to go outside the house and protect the man I loved, I had stayed in the room like he had asked. Gavril would have been distracted if I had shown up, and what was I going to do anyway?Get myself killed or him killed? I couldn’t let that happen.When the gunfire faded, I’d never felt helplessness and worry as I had then. I didn’t know if it was going to be
GavrilI had fucked up big time.Pulling the truck into the driveway, I shut off the engine and allowed myself a moment to breathe. My relationship with Naomi was fragile enough, and after the conversation we’d just had, it was far more important to me to keep her safe and secure while I tried to figure this shit out.The Belaya Bratva was decimated. I barely had enough men to send to the mansion, much less wage a war against the FBI, which was why it was far more important for me to get to that apartment now. If I could destroy whatever evidence the fucker had on me, then I could at least ensure that the FBI wouldn’t be breathing down my neck.This shit had gotten complicated quickly.“Gavril?”I heard the question in Naomi’s voice but opened the door instead, noting Ivan was hovering nearby. “I want you to tell me who I have on premises,” I said to him in a low voice. “I want everyone gone in ten minutes except the guards that are left. That includes you and Vera. Do you understand