Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
I hadn’t touched my wife in a week, and it wasn’t like she complained. She slept stiffly on her side of the bed, rarely moving. I had to wonder if she slept at all.
Some nights, I found myself watching her.
She had long brown hair, a temptation I didn’t allow myself to give in to. It would be so nice to run my fingers through the length, to wrap it around my fist, and to jerk her back against me as I fucked her long and hard. To show her what our wedding night should have been like.
Instead, I watched.
I craved.
But I didn’t give in.
That would be pointless. At this time, I didn’t even know if I liked my wife. We didn’t talk.
I stared at the scene before me, and the truth was my dick was not getting hard.
Dana’s face was already covered in cum. As per Ivan’s instructions, we’d created an orgy. Fuck to your heart’s content, and only when he had Dana where he wanted her would he strike.
That time was now.
One of the soldiers had his dick inside her ass. One of his hands gripped her hair, holding her head to the floor as he rode her anus. All the while, he had his gaze on Ivan, waiting for the signal.
The moment Ivan nodded, the soldier pulled her up against his chest, held her hair tightly, and placed the blade against her throat.
It took her several seconds to realize what was going on. Anger, fear, and sadness all danced across her eyes.
“Volkov, what is the meaning of this?”
“You think I wouldn’t find out? First you steal from me, then you hand it straight to our enemies, and now I’ve got their fucking shit running in my clubs. In my city. You fucking dirty slut. You should know that I would find out. Nothing is ever hidden from me. Nothing.”
“No, please. No. I don’t want to die. They made me do it.”
Ivan got up off his seat and walked down to where Dana knelt. Tears streamed from her eyes.
He got close. “You think I don’t know about the payment? How you’re a couple of mil up on takings?”
Dana’s eyes closed as the reality of what she’d done and been caught doing finally sank in.
The blade swiped across Dana’s neck, blood spilling from the wound. She cupped her neck as the soldier pulled out of her ass.
It was done. The deed was finished.
I watched, and I didn’t care.
Greed got people killed. Far too many people were lured into a trap by the green stuff. Dana had taken a bag of our coke, our own special blend that was worth so much more money than she sold it for. Once they got the chemist on it, they adapted it and changed the formula. We’d been made truly aware of the damage when ten people had been found overdosed in our clubs within one night.
This was a new part of Ivan Volkov’s era. He didn’t want people dead. Dead clients meant product didn’t move. He liked to keep people alive.
Again, a new first.
Ivan clicked his fingers, signaling the party was over. Dana’s body would be disposed of. Unclaimed. Dead and useless.
“You needed an elaborate party to do that?” I asked, following him out toward his car.
“No, I needed an elaborate party because it fucking entertains me.”
I only ever talked to him as a friend when we were alone. The moment we were surrounded by others, I was the loyal subject.
“You know your wife was so fucking bored tonight, don’t you?”
“Leave Aurora to me,” I said.
Ivan chuckled. “I think I made a mistake in allowing you to marry her. You clearly don’t see the wild woman waiting to be unleashed.”
This did make me snort. The soldiers were a close enough distance away that I didn’t have to play any other role. I could be myself. “Are you sure you’re looking at the same woman?”
“Are you sure you’re even looking at the right woman?”
This made me pause. “I know my wife. She’s submissive. That’s what they trained her for.”
Ivan clicked his tongue. “There you go again. I have to wonder if I should demote you and keep that wife of yours. Look into her eyes, my friend. You will see.”
He climbed into his car, bringing our conversation to a close.
We’d been friends for a lifetime already. Together, we’d grown up on the streets. I’d saved him from being killed more times than I could count.
We had a plan. A goal that would make this city ours. When we were kids, the Bratva were … hot tempered, and in truth, their vision wasn’t big enough. They worked small. Petty criminals. They didn’t see the big picture.
Ivan Volkov had. He was the big picture, and now, he ran half of the country, which he divided into six areas. I controlled area one. The biggest with the main cities all bowing down to my rule. Ivan only ever dealt with his brigadiers, his main men.