Collapsed: The Elite Book Three, page 18
Alexie picks up his pace behind me, forcing me to fall forward slightly at the sensation. He reaches around me to pull me back up. “Stay up, Malyshka,” he demands as his fingers continue to work faster. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out, but I want more.
Behind me, Alexie grips my hips, and his tip teases around my entrance. He finally enters and starts to move in and out at a steady pace. One hand presses on my lower back, creating a stinging sensation, which reminds me of his artwork on my lower back. Smack! His other hand comes down sharply on my ass cheek. Smack! Smack! Smack! Alternating strikes cause sharp stings on each cheek. “Fuck, Alexie, I’m about to come!”
“Not until I'm ready to,” he tells me. Fuck, I am not one to be bossed around, but when it comes to this, he can tell me what to do anytime.
Alexie circles his slick fingers around my star. He starts to press one in and holds it there for a few seconds. Once he’s satisfied I’m okay, he starts to move his finger in and out.
My body wants to go over the edge, but I try to hold on, causing my body to shake. Alexie torments me further by picking up his pace in both holes. The sound of King’s groans has me turning to look at him, and I see him vigorously pumping his hand up and down his hard shaft.
“Come with me, Malyshka,” Alexie orders. I obey willingly as my core clamps around him. Tremors start to shoot through my body, forcing me to press harder back into Alexie. He thrusts forward with me as he releases his load inside me. The sensation sends my orgasm coursing through my entire body. I open my mouth to yell out, but only gasps escape. My fingers clamp onto King’s legs, and I look up to see King watch me ride out my release as he comes again on his lower belly and hand. Alexie breathes heavily and starts to rub his hands up and down my back. He leans forward and presses his lips to his initials marking my lower back before pulling himself out of me.
Alexie pulls me back into him until I’m seated on his lap. I let my head fall back onto his shoulder to try to catch my breath. We sit there in silence, all enjoying the moment and trying to gather our strength back.
“So, Alexie,” King says, breaking the silence. “Are you sure there are no exceptions to using these rooms?”
Alexie laughs. “I think we can make exceptions for special occasions.”
“What was the special occasion this time?” I ask.
“Katia and I got the club,” he says proudly.
King and I congratulate him on their success. This moment seems perfect, and I could stay in this space forever. My body feels relaxed and basking in what we did here, and I can’t wait to add Stryker and Conrad. Maybe BJ was right, though, in questioning how the logistics would work.
The reality is we have so many things to do. Celebrating the successes that will give us a future once we’re rid of Ivan is important, but he’s still out there. First step, find and destroy Ivan. Second step, immediately return to this private room to celebrate with everyone.
Stryker
The house has been a little chaotic this morning. BJ and Lane have assigned us all tasks to help set up for the soft reopening of Reds tonight. Nat, Katia, Alexie, and King have yet to surface since getting home late from The Kandy Factory, all of them looking exhausted. So, I have been left doing most of the work. BJ sure can be a bossy little thing, and I’m not about to get on her bad side.
It's around 11:30 AM when Conrad and I hear footsteps on the stairs. Rounding the corner, we see our sweet but deadly girl looking as beautiful as ever, sleepy-eyed in one of my shirts and nothing else. When the hell did she steal that?
“Hey, gorgeous, have a good time yesterday?” Conrad asks, wiggling his eyebrows at her. She blushes a bit, but that confidence she always carries soon takes over.
“I did. I should probably win a medal for my performance last night.” Her smile after that comment stretches from ear to ear, making us all laugh.
I bite down on my bottom lip at the thought, instantly getting hard as a rock in my joggers. “I am sure you do, Little Fox. I will take a repeat showing, though, just to make sure.” She smacks my arm before Conrad interrupts our playful banter. “Coffee, babe?”
“Yes! I would do some seriously dirty things for some coffee right about now. Name your price.” She winks at him. Before Conrad leaves the room, he turns back to us to say, “Later, but don’t think I won’t hold you to that, Spitfire.”
A few moments later, Conrad walks back in with Nat’s coffee just the way she likes it, and my phone starts to ring. Looking down, I notice it is a number from our office, so I answer it. Listening to the voice of our receptionist on the other line, I nod and hum along for a few minutes before telling her I’ll video call her back shortly and disconnect.
“Go get everyone else down here now. That was Trisha, the office receptionist, we got an ominous package delivered there. She is going to open it via video call, but I want everyone to be here.”
Three minutes later, everyone is gathered in the dining room, minus BJ, who just left for Reds to set up. Conrad hooks my phone to the projector on the wall, and I video call Trisha back.
“Hello, sir. Hi, everyone!” She greets us politely.
“Trisha, can you reiterate what you told me when you called?” I ask her, noticing the irritated look I’m getting from Nat. “Please,” I say, looking at her with a raised brow, questioning if that was better, and she gives me a small smile and nods.
“Oh, sure, no problem. I was here at my desk returning some emails when I left to use the little girls’ room. Then when I returned, there was a small package on my desk addressed to the team. But there was no sign of anyone around. I thought it was odd since I usually have to sign for all packages. I called Agent Stryker to see what he wanted me to do with it, and here we are.” She smiles, giving us a shrug of her shoulders.
“Thank you, Trisha. Now can you open the little mystery package for us? Prop the phone up so we can clearly see what it is,” I ask. The box is small enough that I’m not worried about explosives, or I would have called the bomb squad in, but this package is no larger than a wedding ring box.
“Absolutely, give me just a moment,” she replies. We all watch as her phone shifts around, trying to give us the perfect angle. “Okay, here we go.”
We are on pins and needles as we watch her open the small box that was left for us. When she gets it open enough that we can see the contents, we can see a small matchbox with a familiar logo on the front. It is a matchbox with Reds’ new logo that BJ and Lane had designed. Under the spot where it was laying is a tiny note; written on it is, Return Moy Ogan. I’d hate to see all this work go up in flames… again.
“That mother fucker!” King roars as he slams his fists down onto the table. I shoot him a calm-the-fuck-down look. “Trisha, thank you. Can you please place those items in my office and make sure it is locked up afterward? That will be all for today. You can go home early if you'd like.”
“I would love that, sir, thank you. I will place this in your office right away and head home. Thank you again.” She is so excited, I don't think she even realizes the danger that area is in as she hangs up while walking towards my office.
“That fucker has another thing coming if he believes we are going to let him ruin BJ and Lane’s day and put more innocent people in danger. Everyone get ready, we need to get to Reds as soon as possible. BJ and Lane have been there all morning preparing for tonight’s event. We need to clear the building of… well, honestly, clear it of everything. We have no idea what this sick fuck has done now.”
Everyone leaves the room, heading out to get dressed and ready for a battle if that is what it comes down to today.
A little less than an hour later, we are pulling up in front of Reds. I’m feeling very thankful that everything looks to be normal, from the outside at least. We never called BJ or Lane, not wanting to interrupt their setup for tonight and cause alarm if there was no need.
Before we enter the building, I turn to the team. “Alright, here is the plan. Let's all go in together to make sure BJ and Lane are all good, then we can split up to clear the inside and outside of the building. Got it?” Everyone nods at me in agreement, and we pull the doors open.
We clear the main entrance and hall leading to the large bar at the back of the main floor. I holler for BJ from the back of the group while King pushes through the quilted-leather double-swinging doors. As we walk through the threshold, we begin to hear music and realize the leather doors were basically soundproofing to add to the new exclusive vibe of the bar. Then the entire team comes to a screeching halt, stumbling over each other.
Right there in front of us is a panting BJ, standing in the middle of three dead men on the floor. She snaps around, pointing her gun at us, ready to take another person down. When she registers, it’s us, she smiles. “Hey guys, nice to see you.”
I hear the gasps from the rest of the team, minus Conrad, who steps up next to me. I look at him with a small smile. When we make eye contact, we both double over laughing at everyone's reaction. Being the boss, I know everyone’s training, and Conrad knows as well from digging into everyone's past with the whole mole situation we just went through.
Alexie quickly recovers from the surprise as a devilish grin spreads across his face. Starting a slow clap, he walks over to BJ, even stepping on one of the dead bodies to get to her. He lifts BJ up and hugs her, spinning around a few times.
“Ahh… Rainbow Sparkles, you have surprised me ever so sweetly. I love a woman covered in blood surrounded by bodies.” She preens at Alexie’s praises.
She tosses her hand up while Alexie still has her suspended in the air and tells us nonchalantly. “What? Like it's hard or something?” She giggles a little at herself.
“Damn, girl, where have you been hiding these skills, and where is Lane? Is he okay?” Nat asks her.
We hear some rustling from behind the bar as Lane’s head slowly peeks out over the bar top. He rises to his feet. “Hey.” He waves in our direction, looking a little embarrassed that he was hiding while BJ took the lead in killing these men to protect them.
Alexie is still holding BJ up in the air when Lane makes his way out towards us. BJ is placed back on the ground just as Lane reaches her, giving her a hug and kiss to thank her. Then she decides to fill the rest of the team in on her background.
“Well, my little kitty cats, I am very capable of protecting myself. I have had loads of training. How else do you think I was asked to be part of The Elite? I know, I know, you are surprised it was not based solely on my dazzling looks.” Her wittiness is unmatched, that is for sure. Glad she can always be our comic relief.
“Job well done, kid. Proud of you,” King tells her while Marcela is still standing in silence, trying to figure out how she had no idea her best friend could kill like that.
“Anywho, these assholes came in and were trying to ruin our evening. Lane had sprinkled rose petals all over and everything for tonight. He even had candles lit! It was going to be so perfect.” She complains.
“Well, my sweet little killing machine, all that was actually for the engagement.” BJ's eyes bug out, and she turns around faster than I knew was humanly possible to look at him. Lane is right behind her, down on one knee with a body next to him, holding open a gorgeous ring box. BJ squeals so loud I have to plug my ear, worried she may break my eardrum. She clamps her own mouth shut with one hand, gesturing to her man to continue.
“Well… Love, this is not how I planned this to go. But, honestly, it makes it all more perfect and memorable. You, Bernadette Anne Jayce, are the love of my life. You are my light, my reason for living, the first woman to make me want to be a better man and maybe a father one day. I wouldn't change a thing about you. Your wild personality and style make you who you are, and that is perfect for me. Through all of this chaos, you have been my rock and my safe place. Will you honor me by becoming my wife?”
The girls and Alexie are all crying at the sentiment. BJ pulls him up to her face, planting a giant kiss on his lips before saying, “YES! I want you to be my happily ever after, baby!” He places the giant rock on her hand before the girls descend on her to take a peek, in their rabid-like state, they end up pushing Lane back.
With all of this happening and the excitement our girl has on her face for BJ, I can't help but let my mind wander, thinking about how our futures are going to pan out. Nat can't marry all of us, as much as we would all like that to be possible. I guess this is all a question for another time to discuss with the whole group. But I would love to let my Spitfire know she is the end all, be all for me. She is stuck with me for the rest of her life.
Next thing I know, Alexie and King are in Lane's face, threatening his life if he ever hurts our precious BJ in any way. When he promises he never will, they pull him into a group hug of congratulations. I have no doubt Lane will keep his word. He is a good man. Trust me, I had Conrad look into his ass hard when he and BJ first became an actual thing and again when they moved in together.
Conrad nudges my arm with his elbow. “Boss, there is still an opening tonight and a threat out there. We need to get this place cleaned up.” Being pulled from the excitement, I nod in agreement.
“Team, I hate to interrupt this love fest we have going on because I am genuinely thrilled for you both, but you still have an opening tonight. We need to get these bodies cleaned up, and we also need to get this building cleared of any explosives.”
Lane makes eye contact with me with a worried look in his eyes. “Explosives?”
Nat chimes in to explain what has happened today so far since we still haven't been able to explain why we are here so early. “Well, my psycho-obsessed shadow stalker sent the team a gift today.” She rolls her eyes before continuing on, “It was a matchbox from here with a note saying I better be returned to him because he would hate to see this place in flames again. No worries, though, we will find him, and I will rip every fucking finger from his body so he is unable to do that. Promise.”
“BJ, we will not let this ruin your night. I will make a few calls and get this all taken care of while the team makes sure the building is safe. Just proceed with your night as planned. We will take care of it all.” Conrad tells BJ while pulling her into a reassuring hug.
Looking around the room at the team, I let out a deep breath. “You heard him. Let's get to it and make sure BJ’s perfect night stays that way.”
Alexie
“Piece of fucking bird shit on the belly of my shoe,” I say through clenched teeth. “Come on, Prince-y, don’t be scared. Help me roll this lard ass up in this plastic sheet.”
“I haven’t disposed of that many bodies, you psychopath. Sorry if I’m slower at it than you,” Prince-y snaps at me.
Thank the devil, Lane still had these plastic sheets from when they painted the bar sitting in the garbage to be taken out tomorrow. Now we can roll these bastards up in the sheets and get them in the SUV so we can dispose of them quickly. Conrad is easily taking care of his body like it’s a rolling pin on his Babushka’s countertop.
Once wrapped in the sheets, I grab one end and Conrad the other, and we lug the first body to the back door, where Conrad parked the SUV before we started rolling. Conrad pops the trunk, and we toss the first dead bastard in. Walking back into Reds, I grab the legs of the next human sausage, and Prince-y grabs the head as we lug him into the trunk. Finally, the last body is inside the SUV.
“Alright, where are we taking these fuckers?” Conrad asks.
“I have an idea. Get in,” I tell them as I climb behind the wheel. Prince-y buckles up in the passenger seat, and Conrad climbs in the back. I reverse out of the alley and head downtown toward the river. Lost in my plan on how to show Ivan we are coming for him, I blow a red light. A horn honking and Prince-y yelling snaps me from my inner evil plans.
“Jesus, do you drive cars in Russia? Or just ride around on bears?” my passenger grunts as he holds the fuck me handle on the ceiling of the vehicle.
“Yeah, we drive. Although if I had to choose, I’d rather ride Malyshka to get where I’m going.” I roll my eyes and laugh at his question.
“Hilarious, fuckhead. Now are you going to tell us where we are taking the three dead-keteers?”
“I thought we could take the three golubtsy to the apartment where Ivan took Malyhska from us,” I inform them.
“Why would we wanna go back there?” Conrad asks from the backseat, focused on his phone.
“I thought we could drop them in the apartment upstairs and set the place ablaze. Ivan likes fire so much, let’s give him one as a little message that we are on his trail.”
“Actually, Alexie, you insane bastard, that’s not a bad idea. I like it. Send that cunt a message that we are coming for him,” Prince-y growls. I look in the rearview mirror, and Conrad is looking at me, nodding his head in agreement as well.
“I’ll text Stryker the plan so we are all on the same page. But let’s get this done. I want to be back for the event at Reds in case anything else goes down,” Conrad grunts.
We pull up to the apartment, and I put the SUV in park. “Conrad, can you disable all the cameras in the area so we can’t be linked back to this? Prince-y and I will do a quick check to make sure we’re alone.”
“Already done,” Conrad announces as he hits a button on his phone and slides it back into his pocket. “I’ll come with you. Three sets of eyes are better than two.” He climbs out of the backseat and meets us on the curb. We drag the first body up to the apartment after confirming there is no one around.
Conrad gets materials together to start the fire and an accelerant so the entire building goes with it. Prince-y and I drag the other two upstairs and throw them carelessly on top of their friend. If only we had marshmallows, it would be like a campfire. Conrad douses the bodies in vegetable oil. Then he ignites a match and lights a porno magazine on fire before throwing it onto the bodies. “We better get out of here. I turned the gas on for the stove and the pipe for the dryer. This place is gonna go kaboom as soon as a spark flies,” he says matter-of-factly.
