My heart was pounding in my throat. If there were any light filtering in through the dusty windows, I knew I would've seen blood all over David's huge fists as he rose.
He wiped his hands on his pants for several seconds and then grabbed me again. This time, there was no stopping him, pushing me into the night.
Finally, I could see more than faint outlines. It was still dark, but I made out the deep alleys and broken down houses across the street, clear as the sleek black sedan waiting for us. There was no sign of the two guards my father had posted for me.
“Get her in the car,” David growled, giving me a gentle push toward a man who got out of the passenger's seat.
“What's wrong? What the hell happened in there?” The new man's eyes were wide, like a worker who was about to catch hell from his boss. Obviously, he was.
“You fucked up big time, Boris. You too, Nikolai. You told me the fuckin' house was clear.” He inhaled a sharp, thick breath, all fire. “What were you boys doing out here? Playing with your little pricks? Junkie asshole got his fucking hands on her before I stomped his skull!”
“Shit. Shit,” Boris repeated. “Real sorry about that, D. The rat must've been hiding. Rossini's guys said they cleared this gutter out before we came. But you know how these skinny little sticks are in the slums, they creep up out of nowhere and –“
I watched the only man who'd ever had his hands and mouth all over me less than an hour ago throw his fist again. This time, only one punch. The blow left Boris reeling, collapsing with his arms out on the hood of the car. He sounded like he was slurping blood before he got up and looked at us.
“Thank you, D.”
“I told you no fuckin' apologies. You tell me you're sorry, it means somebody's fucked up instead of doing shit like I asked.” He glared, bowed up like a stern teacher chastising a schoolboy.
I wondered where this was going. Jesus, I wondered how I was still standing after everything that had happened in the last hour.
A loud police siren cut through the night, closer than the ones I'd heard out my window. David clapped his hands once.
“Come on. No more fucking around. We got what we came for.”
Just like that, Boris helped me into the back and slid in next to me. Up front, David sat next to another man, probably the one called Nikolai.
The car wasn't a limit, but it had a pane of dark glass between the front and rear seats. By now, I should've been used to shadows.
I wouldn't have felt so horrid if I'd managed to see his face just once.#p#分页标题#e#
II: Grudge (David)
Soon as I heard she was sleeping in the master suite upstairs, I went downstairs for a well deserved drink.
Fuck. I expected to feel a lotta shit storming in my skull soon as I got my hands on old man Rossini's daughter. Just never expected my cock to keep straining in my jeans three hours later, savage as the blue balls I used to get when I was a kid and the classy girls wouldn't put out because I wasn't legal yet.
I knew I'd enjoy Anna's little cunt, her mouth, just as much as I'd love humiliating that sonofabitch by fucking the living hell outta his precious daughter. But I thought it'd be easier to take her right there in the dark, rough and careless, shoving my dick down her throat and not giving two shits whether she came up for air.
Problem was, I wanted to take it slow. I hadn't even seen the chick yet – I mean really seen her in the flesh without so many shadows hanging all over the place. I'd seen her photos, yeah, but pictures never did anybody justice.
I stared at my Great Uncle Ignatiev's portrait while I poured my vodka. Premium import shit in a crystal glass, the only thing he'd ever allow in any house owned by a Strelkov.
“Za Vas.” I raised my glass, muttered a toast, and downed it.
For you¸ Uncle. One of the few complete phrases I knew in the old language.
The last full blooded Strelkov who could speak it fluently died with the patriarch staring out the frame, right into my soul. My brother, Victor, killed in the same attack.
The vodka ripped down my throat and exploded like a bomb in my guts. I slammed the glass down on the bar and paced near the fireplace, trying to make my cock stop twitching. If it kept that shit up, I wouldn't be able to wait 'til morning to show her what was coming.
I'd be running up there like a fucking vampire, shoving the contract in her face and sucking at her delicious body. Plus there was the thrill I'd get when she finally saw me.
I smiled. That took the edge off bad memories.
The girl was gonna feast on every rock hard tattooed inch of me when I claimed her. Every piercing, every fucking scar, every finger, everything before I made her wrap those sweetass legs around me and take it deep. The Rossini assholes kept to tradition even tighter than we did.