Page 40 of Lord of Pain
He's leaning against the doorway by the "work table" we keep in this cement room. It's soundproofed, built under one of our less busy warehouses.
"I do take pride in my craft," I say, walking away from the ragged, bloody lump hanging from a hook. "You look too clean to be here. Aren't you worried you're going to get intestines all over those Gucci loafers?"
"They're Ferragamo's," he says, "but you're mistaking me with my more uptight twin. Andrey would sue a member of his own family for emotional distress if his shoes were tainted."
"Yeah, that's definitely Andrey. Does your brother ever dress down, say, for Casual Friday, or when he doesn't have a day in court?" I ask.
"Every day is a court day for Andrey and you know it," he says. "You think being head legal counsel for the Morozov Bratva ever gives him free time? Half the time he spends in front of judges is intervening onyourbehalf."
"I'll send him a fruit basket," I say, turning on the faucet.
Straightening up, Nikandr's head brushes the top of the doorway, the giant bastard, as he strolls over, eyeing what's left of my captive. "What do you know,dvoyurodnyy brat?"
"It was Morales," I say, washing my hands.
"No surprise there," he agrees.
"This fuck was specifically ordered to wait until Violet was with me." I scrub my knuckles until they're red. "They've been watching the house."
Nikandr whistles. "Shit. A breach in security and an unhealthy interest in your girlfriend."
"Word spreads fast," I say grimly, drying my hands. "There's a twist." Picking up a crowbar, I stroll over to Morales' man and slam it across his legs. Nikandr winces as the crack of the man's femur is clear.
Yanking his head up and getting my hands all bloody again, I spit in his face. "You were ordered to take Violet, not kill her. Why?"
"I doan' know…" he slurs. His speech is a little mushy because most of his teeth are gone. "Jus… get 'er."
Nikandr is already taking off his suit jacket and rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt. "Want me to take a crack at him?"
Eyeing our guest, I flip the crowbar, blood drops flying. A few hit my cousin's shirt, but he ignores them. "Knock yourself out."
Late that night…
Watching Violet sleep is endlessly satisfying. She's on her back again, sprawled across her bed. My hands tighten on the arms of my chair. It would be so easy… Pull her tiny pair of sleep shorts down, run my tongue along her slit, suck her clit through her panties. Arousing her, making her need me before she wakes up.
Violet breathes in deeply, her spectacular breasts rising, letting it out in a long sigh.
Just a taste.
Her blankets are kicked off, the smooth skin of her thighs bare. Sliding between her legs, I pull down her shorts, and lower my head to her cotton covered pussy. Good girl undies, white with blue flowers. I blow lightly on her heated center and her hips shift restlessly. I've been inside her, hotter than a furnace, searing my cock in a way I'd never felt.
Breathing her in, her spark of citrus, the warm scent of her pussy makes my cock instantly hard.
I smell like smoke, with an acid underbite of chemicals from the C4. Instead of showering, I came straight from the car to Violet's room when I got home, drawn here to be certain she was safe. Seeing her though, soft, and sweet, is ramping me up again, feeling as wild and unhinged as I did when I detonated that store.
Violet bolts upright in bed, looking around frantically before her gaze settles on me, still sprawled between her legs. "What are you doing here?" she gasps.
Sitting up reluctantly, I admit. "Watching you."
"You were watching me with your face right next to my lady garden?"
"Yes," I agree. "What better way to make sure you're safe?"
Her immediate shock is gone, and she puts a pillow behind her back, sitting up against the headboard and pointedly pulling the sheet up over her legs. "You smell funny," she says. Her nose wrinkles, slightly. "Like a bonfire, or a meth house.
"How do you know what a meth house smells like?"Der'mo,she's distracting me.
"Youdoremember where I work?" she says. "I went with two of the employees from the Women and Children's Center to pull four kids out of a meth house last year." She shudders. "It's a smell you'll never forget."
