Anatoli
I gaze out the floor-to-ceiling window of my office at Scarfoni Inc. watching the morning sun kiss the Boston skyline. The view almost has the same ambiance as when I’m at sea watching night turn to day, but this is different.
I still feel like an angry god trapped in the wrong dimension.
I’m certainly not acting like myself, and I know it’s because of her.
Avrora Galitze.
My dear little Valkyrie.
I pull her panties from my pocket and sniff them. The scent still holds whispers of last night.
I can still taste her sweet nectar on my lips. Her pussy was as exquisite as fine wine, with the perfect provocative blend of arousal to give you that mind-fucked feeling you get when you’re stoned on the good stuff.
Still, she managed to maintain the sweetness that comes with innocence. Even after I tried to pick her apart and tap into her inner crazy.
Now her essence lingers on my black soul.
I don’t know if that’s what made me overreact when I paid Dr. Marchant a visit at the crack of dawn. Or if it was because I never got to fuck her last night.
If she’d stayed around me a second longer or if I’d gone to my room, I would have buried my cock deep in her sweet cunt over and over again.
I thought I stopped myself because I’d gone beyond my limits of control.
But it wasn’t that.
Having had the time to think, I know it’s because I actually want her.
The Valkyrie has poisoned me with that possessive streak that makes a man want to claim a woman and take everything from her.
Just from tasting her pussy, I knew one fuck to get the craving out of my system wouldn’t be enough.
Avrora wants me too, but she has Mikhail on her mind.
I won’t fuck a woman I want when she’s thinking about another man, even if it’s to fuck him out of her system.
She needs to be fixed. Slowly, so that it’s surely.
Some things are more enjoyable when you take your time. Especially when the object of your desire has given you a way in.
So the sexy punishment I’ve conjured for her will have to do. I can’t lose my own game by allowing my dick to control me.
Pent-up lust had already turned me insane by the time I saw Dr. Marchant. Then again, the man gave the wrong answer when he told me he’d given Avrora a thorough internal examination. He then proceeded to tell me all that he’d done to make sure she was clean.
As I landed my fist in his face and rammed him into the wall, I knew I’d made one more enemy. But it needed to be done. He’s clearly one of those old creepy fucktards who use their profession to get away with other things. Everything he said sounded like sexual assault and he’s lucky I allowed him to keep his life.
Admittedly I was also pissed because the motherfucker shouldn’t have gotten to see the Valkyrie’s pussy before me.
I can’t remember the last time a woman fascinated me the way she has.
And that’s just one thing.
Her revelation about the Butyrskaya crest divulged more about her than I expected to find.
I’ve purposely not been thinking about what she said about the crest because I don’t know what to make of it. But I believe her. Despite my dig about not traveling in the same circles, I’d formed the same conclusion she had that her father, like many, must have known the Butyrskayas.
What’s weird is her actually recognizing the crest, because it’s no ordinary crest.
It was a crest the Butyrskayas placed on their safe houses and secret passages. Those are all places Uther and his family would not have known about. Especially since Pavel was on the secret squad.
The secret squad are almost like a separate brotherhood who don’t mix with the other enforcement divisions or sometimes not even others in the Knights and the Bratva. I only know the things I do because Leif was part of them at one point. You are sworn to secrecy for life, but he told me certain things I needed to know.
The house I live in used to be one of the Butyrskayas safe houses. The crest on the cliff and the one in the house both indicate secret passages that lead to a safe house in Salem, which I also currently own.
The only people who know what the crest really means and where the secret passages are located are Ehlga, Jayce, Zane, and Gytha. No one else.
My house stopped being a safe house when the Butyrskayas lived there, but they had many others I don’t know the location of.
Because they left so long ago, most people around now don’t even know that they used to live at my house.
The problem I’m having is Avrora has obviously seen a crest at one of the Butyrskayas’ houses that she shouldn’t know about.
It’s weird as fuck and shady. Things that are not uncommon to Uther Galitze.
Uther has more dark secrets than anyone I know. Since the Butyrskayas disappeared off the face of the earth and that was weird as fuck and shady, I can’t help but wonder if there’s some connection.
At the same time, I’m mindful that my hatred for the man could be driving my thoughts. I don’t have enough information to form any real conclusions, but it’s definitely something I’m going to look into.
I’ll ask Leif about it when I next see him, but I’ll also get Gytha to do some digging around. If we don’t find anything, I’ll pay Uther a visit.
I don’t want to alert him yet, just in case, which was why I told Avrora she couldn’t call him.