Unholy Matrimony, page 20
3. Flower
4. my lion
5. Warrior
6. Warrior
7. baby
Chapter twenty-seven
Leonid
I have everything I want to say planned out in my head. Lina and I went over everything multiple times the past week, just so I didn’t sound like an idiot. The Bratva is my life and my family, but so are Lina and the baby. I need to make sure I am there for them. If I continue to be the lion, I may never get to see my child born.
I park my bike in front of my father's car at the house. Locking my helmet on the bike, I make my way to the front door. I take out my phone and shoot Lina one last text before silencing it. She quickly responds.
Silencing the phone, I slip it into my pocket and enter my father's home.
It’s eerily quiet here. I remove and hang up my jacket and head straight for his study. Father is sitting in front of the fireplace with a book. I clear my throat, making myself known. “Syn1! Come in. Sit!” I walk over and sit across from him, letting out the breath I was holding.
“You want to talk? Let’s talk.” Father put his book down, giving me all of his attention.
“It’s time we talk about my position in the Bratva. I can’t be the lion anymore. My wife and I are having a baby soon. I have to be there for them. You said on the night I killed Yuri’s son that things would change for me. Let’s talk about those changes.”
My father is leaning forward in his chair. “You want to move up?”
“Yes, I just want less of a risk of dying. I’d be no good to you dead.” He nods his head in agreement. He gets up and walks to his bar, pouring two glasses of vodka. Before sitting back down, he hands me one. “Yuri is dead. We are absorbing his crew and taking over his territory. Maybe I have you run his side of things? You wouldn’t be out killing people for a living.”
This is it, the opportunity that could make this work for Lina and me. Not wanting to sound too eager at this proposal, “That could work, depending on a few factors.” I could be home with my wife and child, no longer having to leave at all hours of the night.
This is big coming from my father. “You let me know if you decide if this would work for you. If you do, I will be very appreciative.”
We raise our glasses in a toast, “To new beginnings.”
I stayed for a while, talking about the warehouse business and Lina and the baby. “We will find out the gender next week. Maybe you’ll have a grandson soon.” My father smiles. “That would be best. Daughters can be beneficial, too. Either is a blessing, no?” He’s right, Lina and I will be happy either way. We just want a healthy baby. “Won’t be your last grandchild either, if I can help it.”
He raises his eyes, “Oh?”
I smirk at him. “What can I say? I’m obsessed with her. The fact she is giving me a child makes it even worse. I want her to give me as many children as she will let me.”
My father shakes his head. “You're going to end up like that priest in Saint Petersburg,” he chuckles. “Fifteen children he and his wife have.” We both laugh at the thought! Lina doesn't mind having a big family, but I don't think she has fifteen children in mind.
It’s 5:30 by the time I actually leave the house and head home to Lina. I had sent her a text when my father and I were going over some business. I didn’t want her to worry and come searching for me. She spent the day helping Mila and Oleg around the house. The saint she is, she brought homemade meals, offered to do the washing, and held onto Alexei so they both could get some sleep or showers.
I am sure they took full advantage. Oleg said that the only time Alexei isn’t crying is when he is sleeping, and he doesn’t do much of that.
Arriving at the garage, I switch off my bike. I have never felt better about coming home after “work”. I swing the front door open and call out for Lina.
“Tsvetok2? Your muzh3 is home. Where are you?”
The faint sound of her giggle in the distance directs me to exactly where she is hiding. The echo from her laugh means she is in the Library. Walking down the hallway, I hear her feet patter against the floor as I approach the door.
She is playing a little game of lion and prey.
The door to the library creaks as I push it open. My heart is racing. We haven’t had a proper game of lion and prey since she was newly pregnant. I was always too worried about the baby. My mind is nowhere near those thoughts now that she is much further along.
“Where are you, Tsvetok4?” I taunt.
There are very few places to hide in here.
“Come out, Now,” I growled.
Lina steps out from behind the last bookcase, dressed in nothing but a black lace bra and thong. “Here I am, moy lev5.”
There she was, as she strode over to me, dragging her hand across my chest. I am staring her up and down, my fingers tracing the outline of her nipples. My hands cup her breasts and I let my thumbs roll over her nipples until they pebble.
“I have been thinking about you all day, and when I came home and you still weren’t here, it made me miss you more. It has tempted me to touch myself, waiting for you to come home.”
She looks up at me seductively. “But I was a very good girl and didn’t. I waited for you. Only you can touch me just the right way.”
My hands glide down her hips to her ass. She stands on her tiptoes and whispers in my ear, “I’m so wet for you right now.”
She takes my hand and shoves it down into the apex of her thighs. Her arousal is running down her legs. “Oh, fuck!” I groan.
“I’ll let you do anything if you just touch me right now. I need you.” I crash my lips into hers, nipping at her bottom lip and sucking it into my mouth. Picking her up, I walk over to the couch by the fireplace. I set her down and removed my clothes.
My eyes wander over her body, taking in every inch of her beauty. “I’m waiting,” she teases.
“Be a good girl and spread your legs for me, Tsvetok6. I want to see all of you.” Lina leans back and spreads her legs. Taking out my knife, I slide it up the side of her thigh. With one quick swipe, her thong strap breaks.
Tossing the thong to the floor, she is on full display, her pussy glistening with her arousal. I want to taste her so badly, but I have other plans.
“Are you going to be good for me, Tsvetok7?” She nods her head.
“Words, malyshka8. I want to hear you say it.”
“Yes, Lenya. I’m going to be good for you.” Her eyes are dilated, full of lust and want.
I lean down and say, “I want you to touch yourself for me, get yourself nice and ready for my cock.”
Lina moans, taking her fingers and dipping them inside, then bringing her fingers to her clit. She works herself slowly, with slow teasing circles. I stand back and watch my wife pleasure herself for me.
With my hand on my cock, give it a few rough strokes. “God, Lina. You see what you do to me?”
Her back arches, and she whines “Please Lenya, I need to feel you inside of me.”
My knees hit the edge of the couch. “I’ll be gentle, but I will not stop fucking you until you beg me to stop.”
Lina bites her lip. “Who says I am going to beg?”
Desperate to feel her, I thrust inside her, “Always so fucking tight for me, malyshka9. It’s like our wedding night all over again.” “You’re doing so good for me, malyshka10, taking my cock so well. Does it feel good?” Lina’s eyes roll back as I drive into her, again and again.
She is close to coming. I pull her chin so that our eyes are level. “I don’t care how close you are and how good this feels,” As I thrust into her nice and deep, “you may not come yet.” Her eyes are wide.
“How am I supposed to control that?”
“Just give me a little longer. I’ve been waiting all day to be so deep inside you.”
“Lenya, Der’mo11!” She is moaning so loud it’s echoing down the hall. I am close to finishing.
“Can I come now?” She whimpers.
“Malyshka12, your legs are shaking,” I tease. “You feel so good!” I pick up the pace, my thrusts unrelenting.
Lina screams, “Oh fuck, don’t stop! Just like that.” I place my hand around her throat. She moans against it. I squeeze with the lightest pressure.
“Harder,” she gasped.
My fingers tighten a little more. Her head falls back as my merciless rhythm takes us closer to the edge.
“That’s it Tsvetok13, let me hear you. Come for me, Lina. Let the whole fucking world know that you. Thrust. Are. Thrust. All. Thrust. Mine.”
With one last powerful thrust, I empty myself inside her as her walls clench down on my cock, milking me of every last bit of cum. I release her throat and she takes in a deep gulp of air.
“Are you okay, Tsvetok14? I didn’t squeeze too hard, did I?”
She smiles up at me, “I’m not made of glass, Lenya. I may be pregnant, but I won’t shatter as easily as you think.” She gets up from the couch and starts walking to our room. Our release ran down her legs.
She spins and looks back at me. “Well, are you coming?”
“I thought I just did,” I smirked.
She shakes her head,“I meant to take a shower.”
“Da15, I’ll be right behind you.”
After showering, we make our way to the kitchen to find something to eat. “Will you get me a glass of water so I can take my medication?” I grab a glass and fill it with water as she gets her pills out. She hands me a plate with some fruit, cheese, crackers, meat, and pickles. “I ate the last of the pickled tomatoes, so this summer we will have to make sure we make plenty.” I grab her wrist and pull her into my arms. As I hold her tight, I feel my heart swell with love and I murmur, “You're the most important thing in my world.”
We sit down at the table, and I tell her about my meeting with my father.
“Do you think he will consider it?” She says after I finish.
I wipe the crumbs from my hands and shrug, “I think so. I don’t see what he wouldn’t. I’ve been doing my job for nine years.” Lina stands and tries to take my empty plate from me.
“You know I can clean up after myself, right? You don’t have to do everything.” She bends down and kisses the tip of my nose. “I like to do it for you.”
“Don’t forget, tomorrow morning we have the ultrasound to find out if this baby is a boy or a girl. Let’s relax. I feel the couch and my book calling me.”
1. Son
2. Flower
3. husband
4. Flower
5. my lion
6. Flower
7. Flower
8. baby
9. baby
10. baby
11. Shit
12. Baby
13. Flower
14. Flower
15. Yes
Chapter twenty-eight
Kalina
The waiting room at the doctor's office is full this morning as we wait to be called for our ultrasound. Lenya has been on his phone most of the time, talking with his father and the twins.
He says he has to drop me off at home after the appointment and head to my family's warehouse to deal with some paperwork.
After their demise, Raisa and I inherited the warehouse, and it's not like she nor I were going to cause problems. We just let Lenya take care of everything. A nurse emerges from behind the door, calling my name. She ushers us into a room. A big TV is on the wall and the ultrasound machine. A loveseat is pushed up against the wall for the expectant fathers.
“You just need to remove your coat and pull your shirt up for the ultrasound,” she motions for me to get on the reclined table, “The technician and doctor will be in shortly.”
Lenya removes my coat. “Are you ready? I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous,” he says with a nervous smile.
“Me too,” I climb up onto the table and lay back, “but I am more ready to see this little one. I’m not sure if I want to know the gender though. I want to be surprised.”
When the technician and doctor come in, the doctor explains everything they are looking at. Nash malysh1 is perfect, the right size, and has no problems. “Would you like to know what you are having?”
The technician smiles, and before I can say no, Lenya interjects. “We don’t want to know right now. Can you write it down and put it in an envelope, in case we change our mind?” The doctor does just that and hands it to me. She flips through her notes, then looks back at us.
“Everything looks perfect and you are right on track for the 30th of November.” That's only twenty short weeks from now. I hand Lenya the envelope and he puts it in his coat pocket. Grabbing my hand in his, we walked back to the car park. His phone goes off, and he curses under his breath. He is on edge, but he is not saying what is the matter.
I can tell by his tense body language that something is wrong. He gets into the car and starts it up. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong, moy lev2? I know something is wrong.” He sits rigidly in his seat. “There is an issue at the warehouse. Someone found a dead body. As far as I am aware, none of my men killed anyone.”
This must be bad if Lenya is worried.
“So that's why you have to go? To figure out who is dead and get to the bottom of it.” He nods his head, pulling out of the car park to head home. The car ride home is mostly silent until his phone rings again.
“Chto teper'? YA v puti3.” Whoever responds on the other end pisses Lenya off. “Der’mo4!” He tosses his phone into the backseat of the car as he increases his speed.
I have to shout at him to get his attention, “Zamedlyat'! Ty menya pugayesh’5.” He looks over at me. “Izvinite, moya lyubov’6, but I need to hurry.”
He turns into our driveway through the gate and drives straight up to the door. “Get inside and lock the door. I will be home as soon as I can.”
He leans across the seat and kisses my lips. “I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he pulls me back and kisses my forehead. He pulls my coat open and pulls my shirt up. Placing a soft kiss on my belly, “Prosti, malyshka. Pape pora idti. Obeshchayu, chto vernus' domoy k tebe i mame.7” After placing another kiss, he looks up at me. “Go. lock the door.”
I quickly got up the steps and went inside the house. I lock the door, and adrenaline is coursing through my veins. Whatever is going on is not good. After I hang my coat, I make my way to our closet. Searching for something more comfortable, I decided on jeans and an oversized shirt. I lace up my tennis shoes and head to the kitchen.
Thinking that eating something will help calm my nerves. Upon entering the kitchen, something feels off. I look around and Alina is nowhere to be found. Not finding her in the main house, I head out the back and trudge over to her cottage. Admiring our backyard along the way to her cottage, thinking how wonderful it would be to have children running around. It makes me smile.
As soon as I approach the door, I get a feeling I should turn back. The happy thoughts I was just thinking are gone. The door to her cottage is ajar. My breathing becomes heavy and ragged. I push the door open with my foot and I call out, “Alina? Are you here?” I enter and I gasp as my eyes fall to the floor.
Blood and dirt lead in a trail to the back of the house. Every single signal from my brain is telling me to run back to the house. My feet don’t get the memo, and I make my way to the back of the house. Following the trail on the floor. “Alina, answer me. Please!” I round the corner and a scream escapes my throat. As Alina’s lifeless body comes into view.
“Gospodi, pomiluy,8” I say as I cross myself. The hairs on the back of my neck stand and before I give myself a chance to overthink, I run. Sprinting across the stretch of land, I slammed the door closed once I got back inside, locking the deadbolt and knob. I slink back, and outside the window, three masked men come into view. I clamp my hand over my mouth to prevent my scream from coming out. The men inch closer to the house, dressed in all black.
Staring at me, the man in the middle locks his eyes on mine. I need to get to Lenya’s office and find his gun. That is the only chance I have of protecting myself. The men inch closer and I make a run for it. My heart racing, I sprint down the seemingly endless hallway until I finally reach the office. I rush over to the double doors of our room and lock those as well.
Behind Lenya’s desk, I look for the gun case. I tear apart the drawers of his desk and finally, in the bottom drawer, I find the case. The sound of glass breaking in the distance sends my heart into a frenzy. I open the case and his Glock sits, loaded and ready to be fired. My mind goes back to him, showing me how to use it.
“Remember to take the safety off, Tsvetok9. Otherwise, nothing will happen. The most important rule of gun safety, keep your finger off the trigger. Unless you are ready to kill whatever you are pointed at, keep your finger off it.” He spreads my feet and brings my arms up. “Don’t lock your elbows. Breathe.”
Before I can go through the rest of the steps, I hear them in the hallway. I take out my phone and hit Lenya’s number.
It rings.
And continues to ring.
His voicemail starts.
I leave the phone on the ground, stand up, and face the door. My arms raise, gun drawn. I flick the safety off and I take a deep breath. The men try to kick the door in, but Lenya’s office has a solid wooden door. I make my way to the corner of the room opposite our bedroom door. I stand there ready to fire as soon as the door opens.
The sound of a gunshot blowing out the lock is reverberating in the room. My ears ring. They kick the door in and I fire off two shots before they all enter the room. I hit the first man in the arm. He curses and lunges for me.
My hands shake, and before I can steady myself to fire, he barrels into me. We hit the floor with a thud, and my head smacked into the hardwood floor. “She is pregnant, idiot,” one of the assailants yells. “We are to bring her in alive!” I struggle underneath him, clawing at the mask on his face. I claw at his eyes, hoping to blind him. He raises his hand to slap me across the face.
