Third Person POV.
***Sokolov Mansion, Russia.***
Anton stands in his office, dragging a lungful of smoke and darting his eyes around the city landscape.
From the set of his jaw and the crinkling of the corners of his eyes, it’s glaringly obvious that he’s angry. Nothing is literally making sense to him now.
Everything they’ve done to get the girl is worthless. Lots of money has been spent yet nothing came up.
He struts back to his table and empty the remaining Vodka into his glass, he picks it up and pads to the floor-length glass windows.
Anton manages a sip, allowing the beige liquid to burn a trail down his throat. If he had known that Peter would mess this up from the beginning, he or Andrei would have married Helen, Vera’s mother, themselves.
He literally blames himself because Alexei had suggested that years ago when Vera’s mother was still in college but Anton disagreed because the mafia Godfather, the Pakhan would know the reason they wanted to marry his daughter was for power. Wealth.
It’s obviously why all mafia men scattered around the world wanted to marry Helen then. So they could gain power.
So, in order to avoid the man knowing this, the twin brothers used Peter, a normal civilian in America who lost his bet at their Casino.
Peter sold his rights and life to them.
But now, Anton knows that he messed up. Peter doesn’t know how mafia shits go, he only wanted to gain freedom by doing their bidding. He married Helen and they had Vera. But along the line, Peter left some breadcrumbs that allowed Helen to find out the actual truth.
“Dammit!” Anton hollers a curse under his breath at the float of memories.
Damn, things should have worked out. If it did…the Red Kings wouldn’t be attacking their shipping the way they do.
Just last week they lost a ship full of weapons…. literally the Red Kings sank their ship as it passed through their acclaimed territorial waters.
It caused a fierce battle between them and the Red Kings. Hell, Alexei almost died during the gunfire.
Anton seethes, grinding his teeth together. If they had Vera in their clutches as their wife, these territories would have been theirs automatically. They would have been the ones stating the actual places other mafia bosses would claim. But Vera isn’t theirs yet. Nor will she ever.
Just remembering the gunfire battle of last week ignites a flame within him. The Red Kings are also out looking for the Vera but everyone has the knowledge she’s dead that’s the reason they’re fighting for possession.
The shipping they lost last week cost them almost twenty billion dollars. Now their weapon factory is in shortage of supplies to give.
Anton shakes his head. A bite of his lips before he downs the rest of the liquor, belching as it scorches his throat.
He lights another cigarette, taking a drag when the door flutters open. The female heels clicking against the floorboards already make him know it’s Calina.
Calina is one of their toys. Anton and Alexei are ruthlessly handsome that women drool over them. They go haywire just to be called the Sokolov twins fucktoy.
Of course, it’s no new thing that mafia men don’t love. They just break women under them.
Calina sighs as she halts behind him. She contemplates holding him or…just retracting her hands to her side but…scratch that.
She wants to touch him, so she puts fear aside.
Calina sneaks her hands around Anton’s waist. His broad shoulders and tall frame blocking Calina’s view of the cityscape.
She breathes in his scent, her tensed shoulders relaxing. Before Anton can let out a word, Calina’s hands begin dancing across his chest and torso.
She can feel Anton visibly relaxing.
“How about I give you…a soothing massage, Anton?” She purrs, pressing her face into his back.
Anton doesn’t move for the first few minutes, as his mind was warring in thoughts.
But then…women being women, Calina touched a spot that has I’m jerking in response. His cock rising to attention.
What seems like ages passes before Anton twirls and faces Calina.
“You sure know the right button to press, Calina.” He gushes gruffly.
She beams a smile at his gruff words. Nothing sure pleases a woman better than telling her she’s good at sex tricks.
“Thank you, Anton. Anything for you.” She says with a smile.
He doesn’t speak for a few moments, only staring as Calina undos the buttons of his shirt. When the both ends of the shirt fall apart, his tanned skin comes into view.
The look on Calina’s face darkens as she takes in his skin…
She heaves, closing the space between them to suckle on his nipples. That’s Anton’s
point of pleasure.
Alexei’s point of pleasure is giving him a deep, long kiss while massaging his balls.
Just sucking Anton’s nipples back and forth makes the big huge man growl.
He pushes her off of him and clashes his lips down on hers. Then, he batters her with his mouth. She tastes the vodka on his tongue. And the smoke he finished taking.
Calina offers a throaty moan, rushing her fingers into his hair but all too quickly…Anton drew back.
Calina bustle for air after the kiss. She looks up at him, her body humming for his touch.
Anton runs his fingers over the corners of his lips and then. “Get on the table.” He orders.
Calina doesn’t waste a bit of time as she climbs the desk…
She’s heard a lot about office sex, literally now she’s about to have one with Anton.
She feels the big man behind her, trailing his fingers on the inside of her thighs up to her cleft. Then Anton retreats and smacks her butt.
Calina jerks and bites her lips to keep from moaning. She feels her shorts coming down between her legs, leaving her pussy naked for the man.
“Soaking wet, huh…” Anton gushes but slips a finger between her thighs to test the ground himself.
Seeing her wet, he grins and then begins to unzip his cock.
Just three inches inside Calina, the door burst open and Alexei steps in with a heavy breath. His shirt is drenched, hair scattered.
From the look on his face, Anton knows immediately that something’s wrong.
Calina gets off the table in haste, arranging her clothes. She quickly makes her way out, leaving the mafia brothers to discuss their shits. It’s a crime for her to be there while they discuss things concerning the mafia.
The instant Calina clicks the door shut, Anton stuffs his dick into his briefs and zips his pants. He regards Alexei with curious eyes, watching as his brother paces up and down.
“What happened?” He asks gruffly.
Alexei doesn’t speak up quickly. The shock of the news he received still has him angry and bitter.
After calming his racing heart, Alexei stops pacing and turns to face his brother.
“The Red Kings attacked our dock. The ships from Ireland containing about one hundred women and boys were burnt down. The dock is a mess now. Littered with dead bodies.”
Anton stalks back, rage storming his insides at the news. The Red Kings again.
No!
This has to stop.
They need to win this battle.
“What do we do?” Alexei asks, breaking through Anton’s thoughts. If they don’t act, of course the Red kings won’t stop. Same as other mafia clan.
“We need the girl. We need her as our bride.” Is all Anton manages.
He heard Alexiei’s scoff, filled with contempt or mockery.
“Who doesn’t know the girl is dead?” Alexei remarks. He still doesn’t know why his brother insists on the fact that the girl is alive.
“My instincts are telling me she’s not. She can’t just die without a trace.” Anton murmurs.
Alexei releases another sigh. “Her death certificate proved that.”
He gently reminds Anton.
This isn’t what they should be worried about. They need to act fast and stop the Red King’s attacks on them.
Anton doesn’t speak again until he picks up his phone lying lazily on the desk. He navigates his contact until he finds one of his Byki…Ivan.
When Ivan answers the call, Anton barks out his orders. “I need the records of all the students in the school.”
Ivan already knows the school Anton’s referring to because they’ve
been in this search for the girl for ages.
However, Anton believes that getting the school record and searching for Vera will work better than just going to Dame High School, watching the students trooping in and out in search of Vera.
“You know this is useless, right? Why keep wasting resources?” Alexei admonishes, clearly annoyed at Anton’s behavior.
“If it’s what I have to do until I’m completely sure she’s dead then I’d do it. If it’s what I’ll do until I find her and make her my bride so I can be the Pakhan, then I’ll do it, Alexei. This isn’t time to give up.” He growls, slumping into his seat.
Alexei watches him, somehow acknowledging the fact that his brother is determined to get the girl back.
To be continued…