Milana
Lyov returns to the guest room Andrei has allowed us. It’s quite a privilege for any of the brotherhood members to stay here-other than Alexi, who resides here.
“Is everything okay?” I ask.
He looks distracted as he turns his attention to me. “I’m not sure.” I watch him as he marches toward me, muscles tense. “What is it?”
He runs a hand through his dark hair. “Your father has agreed to meet to discuss terms.”
My brow furrows. “It’s a trap,” I say simply. My dad doesn’t discuss anything. He’s a hothead. If he wants to meet with Andrei, then he has a plan.
He nods his head. “That’s what worries me. He wants both of us to accompany Andrei for the discussion.”
What the hell is my dad playing at?
He sighs heavily. “We have to leave for the airport, now.”
I bite my bottom lip, trying to figure out my dad’s plan. If anyone here knows him, it’s me. The only problem is he never discusses work with me. Instead, he confides only in Dima, my brother. He has taken after my father, but he’s worse – a disgraceful excuse of a man. We never got on, even less so as he grew up.
“I’ll pack a bag,” Lyov says, walking toward the walk-in closet in the room. Andrei has been generous to both of us in the past three days, supplying us with anything we need. Despite him insisting he is repaying Lyov for his years of service, I get a sense Vera has something to do with it.
I was sure we were heading straight for war. My dad never negotiates. His thirst for blood is never-ending, and he has been at war with the Los Angeles brotherhood for years. Lyov and his brotherhood will be in the same situation if they can’t agree to peace, which seems impossible. I know my dad.
It’s either enter a war with my dad or let him take me back. I can’t go back. It may be selfish, but now I’ve found Lyov, I don’t intend to let him go.
When our eyes met over that dance floor, I knew my life as I knew it had changed. Deep down, a part of me recognized this man as the man I’m destined to spend my life with. A sixth sense that drew me to him like a moth to a flame.
Lyov returns with a small overnight bag. “I’ve got all we need. Andrei is waiting for us downstairs.”
“Does he suspect this is a trap?”
He walks toward me and sets the bag down by his feet, grabbing my hips and pulling me into his chest. “Andrei is one of the smartest men I know. He’s well aware of your father’s temperament.”
I rest my hand on his hard chest, wishing we could stay here. New York is safe. It feels like my dad can’t touch me here, but the thought of going anywhere near Miami makes me uneasy.
The last thing I want to do is bring harm to Lyov. A man I’ve not know for long but love more than anyone. He’s everything to me.
The first person to make me long for a better life. A life with love and happiness, even if we belong to the bloody world of the bratva. We can endure this world together, stronger side by side.
“Trust me, Mila,” Lyov grabs my hand and presses his lips to the back of it. “I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise.” He presses his lips to mine gently in a quick, chaste kiss. “Andrei doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”
No one has ever called me Mila before, but I kind of like it. I try to smile, but it feels forced. I nod and let him lead me out of the bedroom, which has become our refugee. All I can do is hope we both make it back here soon.
Andrei is standing in the main entryway of the townhouse, arguing with Vera. “What do you mean I’m not going?” she says, setting her hands on her hips.
“Vera, don’t push me on this.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “There’s no reason for you to accompany me.”
Lyov clears his throat, alerting them to our presence.
Andrei turns around to face us. “Good. Let’s go.” He claps his hands and turns back to face Vera, taking her hands in his. “Listen to me. Stay here and look after the place for me. I’ll be back before you know it.”
She’s about to open her mouth when he kisses her passionately. The intensity reminds me of what I share with Lyov. They look at each other with such adoration. Andrei seems like such a cold man, but when he looks at her, the coldness melts.
As I walk past Vera, she grabs my hand. “Good luck, my friend, stay safe.”
I give her a smile and nod. “Thank you.”
An SUV is waiting outside to take us to the airport. Lyov and Andrei haven’t mentioned where we are flying from, but I don’t even have my passport with me. I don’t expect it to be a problem as if they fly privately, then I won’t need it.
Lyov lets me get into the back of the car first, before entering after me.
Alexi sits on the other side of me. He is going to accompany us.
Andrei slides into the front passenger’s seat and gives the driver the address.
I can’t help but feel on edge. None of them know what my dad is like. He’s a backstabbing, cruel son of a bitch who cares about no one but himself. Lyov grabs my hand and squeezes, saying nothing.
He can probably sense I’m tense, but I can’t help it. We’re heading straight for a blazing inferno without regard for the consequences, and yet I can’t voice my concerns. Andrei is pakhan. He most certainly wouldn’t take lightly to a woman telling him what to do.
The entire journey, which takes about an hour, is made in silence. The driver pulls into a small private airstrip where a jet is waiting for us. There are certainly no TSA checks here.
Lyov exits the vehicle, holding the door open for me. I get out, wobbling a little when my feet touch the floor.
He grabs hold of my hips, steadying me. “Are you okay?” I draw in a deep breath. “I don’t know.”
Lyov’s hand slides onto my back, sending sparks through my veins. “What are you thinking, Mila?”
“All I can think is we are walking right into a trap.”
Lyov glances at Andrei, who is already boarding the plane. If there’s one thing I’ve noticed about the New York brotherhood pakhan, it’s that he doesn’t like to mess about. He’s straightforward and direct. It’s a good quality in some ways. “It’s possible, but we have to agree to this meeting.”
Alexi stops short of getting on the plane, looking back at us. “Hurry up, the both of you.”
“Come on. Maybe your dad will surprise you and agree to peace.” I sigh heavily. “You don’t know my dad.”
He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “You’d be surprised how much I know. He is power-hungry, and you’re kidnapping will make him look weak.” He shakes his head. “We have to hope he will see reason.” He takes my hand in his and presses his lips to the back of it. “We have no choice.”
“I know.” I do know that Lyov isn’t in control here. He doesn’t call the shots and never will. Andrei is his master. He has to obey him.
He pulls me toward the plane, leading me into the lavish jet. It’s far more extensive than my dad’s jet, which isn’t surprising. There’s a reason why he’s going after the New York brotherhood’s territory. It’s by far the most lucrative territory in North America.
Andrei sit at the front, and he gives us both a small nod. Alexi sits on the other side. I’m thankful that Lyov walks us to the back, giving us some degree of privacy from the other two guys.
The pilot enters the plane and heads straight into the flight deck. As we take out seats, the engines come to life. It’s about a three-hour flight to the meeting point, Florence, South Carolina, which is mid-way between Miami and New York.
Lyov keeps hold of my hand, chasing away some of the nerves beating around in my stomach. Together we will be okay. At least, that’s what I hope.
“Why would Andrei agree to the peace talks?” I ask as the plane begins to move.
Lyov glances at me. “What do you mean?”
I shrug. “Andrei said he wanted a reason to go to war with my dad for years.” My dad has been out of touch for years. All he cares about is money and power. It didn’t surprise me to learn that he has been making a play for New York territory and become increasingly aggressive in the past few months. He’s always been the same.
He shakes his head. “Andrei would like to take your dad out, but war means many lives lost. If he can avoid it, he will do at all costs. Even though he said the opposite.”
I rest my head back and try to push my doubts out of my mind as the plane cruises toward our destination.
ABOUT an hour and a half in, i’m woken by Lyov shaking me. “What is it?” I ask.
There’s a devilish look in his eyes as he leans toward me. “I need you.”
My brows hitch up at the suggestion of being intimate here. “Lyov, we can’t-”
He silences me with a kiss, making me hot in an instance. “Mila, be a good girl and do as I say.” He nips at my bottom lip. “There’s a bedroom at the back of this jet. Go there now, undress and wait for me.”
I glance toward the front where it seems Andrei is engrossed in his laptop, and Alexi is fast asleep. After one more glance at Lyov, I stand and do as I’m told. My stomach twists with excitement as I close the door behind me, moving toward the bed.
I undress and then turn around, wondering what to do with myself. If Andrei were to walk in on me right now, I’d die of shame. The door opens and to my relief, Lyov is standing there. He raises an eyebrow. “I told you to undress.”
I look down at myself. “I am undressed.”
He narrows his eyes. “You’ve still got your bra and panties on,” he growls.
“Oh.” I unclip my bra and let it fall to the floor, before hooking my fingers into the waistband of my panties, and pulling them off. “Won’t Andrei be annoyed if we fuck in his bedroom?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “He’ll never know, and something tells me it wouldn’t bother him anyway.” He pushes me back toward the bed. “Lie down.”
I do as he says and lie on my back, watching as he pulls off his shirt. It doesn’t matter how many times I see him like this, every time I’m in awe.
His fingers tease slowly down to the button at his pants, freeing it and slowly dragging them down his hips.
The thought of him fucking me here, in Andrei’s private jet, makes my thighs quiver. It’s forbidden and naughty and exciting.
He pulls his boxer briefs down, freeing his thick, long length. It springs to attention, glistening with pre-cum. “On your hands and knees,” he orders.
I do as he says and turn to rest on my knees, bending at my waist and arching my back in invitation. He spanks my ass, making me gasp. I bite my bottom lip, knowing I need to be quiet. Andrei and Alexi aren’t far from us.
Lyov spanks my ass cheeks repeatedly, forcing me to bite my bottom lip. It’s almost impossible to remain silent.
“What do you want?” Lyov murmurs. “You,” I whisper.
He spanks me again. “I can’t hear you.” “I want you to fuck me,” I say, louder.
He groans and spanks me again. “Naughty girl.” He rubs the swollen head of his cock through my slick arousal, sending a pulse of need right through me.
I whimper as the need building inside of me is excruciating. It doesn’t matter when or where, Lyov knows how to get me aching for him. I buck my hips backward, but he holds me still.
“Don’t move,” he orders, voice gravelly and deep. It’s enough to send a shiver right down my spine.
He thrust into me without a word, filling the gaping void that existed where he fits. I groan, finally feeling some release from the ache. We fall into a rhythm, moving together as one. Lyov is gentle with me for the first time since we met. There’s a difference in the way he fucks me.
I’ve known it for a while now, even if neither of us has uttered it out loud. I love this man and he loves me. A warm blissfulness pulses across my skin as we make love passionately in the back of Andrei’s jet.
While we’re together like this, it feels like nothing can stop us. For now, my worries about my dad and his plans float into the background. For now, only the two of exist in this world.