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She's the only pussy I've been craving since she vanished that day.
Dimitri's already on his feet, not buying into this game. "I'm out," he declares, a hint of disgust in his tone.
I toss back my drink, the burn of whiskey in my throat. These girls are throwing themselves at me, but I'm not interested. Not in them.
I stand up abruptly from the table. "They're all yours."
"Thanks," he responds, standing and stretching his chiseled body, making the girls' heads snap like magnets.
With an effortless coolness, he sheds his pants, leaving him in just his boxer briefs, looking like a smug GQ model. He confidently dives into the pool, causing the girls to squeal with excitement.
It’s annoying.
Like a drug, she’s coursing through my veins and making me ache for more. Her body, all soft curves and dangerous hips, presses against mine as we move in perfect rhythm.
Blyad!
I just need a few days, that's all.
She'll be out of my system, erased, like she never fucking mattered.
Chapter 16
Luka
YULIA’S SLEEPY scream pierces the quiet of the night. She’s having a bad dream, I can tell. Her limbs are jolting like she’s trying to hold on to someone. She whimpers, and I feel a pang of frustration over the situation.
Ever since Maria left us a week ago, Yulia has been heartbroken. She had grown attached to her, and who could blame her? Our home isn’t exactly filled with women. The head maid, Svetlana, is the only other woman in the house, but she’s stern and cold, not at all like Maria. She doesn’t seem like she has a soft spot for children. Yulia’s a smart kid. I’m sure she senses that.
I remember the conversation I had with Yulia when I told her Maria had to go home to her own children.
“But Luka,” she’d said, her eyes shining with tears, “why didn’t she say goodbye? You promise another angel will come stay with us, right?”
I nodded, trying to comfort her. “Yes, malyška, I promise. We’ll find someone else who loves you just as much as Maria did. Someone who will be your best friend, who will play with you, read you stories, and make you laugh until your belly aches. You’ll create wonderful memories together, just like you did with Maria.”
I still don’t think she truly understands.
Fucking Maria!
The thought of what she did to Yulia fills me with a simmering rage. I could have killed her for leaving my sister like this, for breaking the fragile trust of a little girl who had come to see her as a friend and protector.
But I didn’t. Instead, I sent Maria home, paid her well, and ensured she’d never work in this city again. The fact that I didn’t exact my usual brutal revenge leaves me questioning myself. Has the responsibility of caring for Yulia made me soft? Have I lost the edge that made me feared and respected in this shitstorm of an underworld?
I shake off the doubts, unwilling to dwell on them now. What matters is Yulia and making sure she’s happy and protected. I’ll do whatever it fucking takes to see her smile again, to chase away the shadows that have begun to cloud her once-bright eyes.
Yulia gives another whimper, her small body shuddering. In the dimly lit room, I watch as her face contorts in fear, her little fists clutching at the sheets. It breaks my fucking heart to see her like this, so vulnerable and alone.
“Luka!” Yulia’s soft sobs call out to me, her eyes fluttering as she searches for comfort.
Sighing, I slide out of bed and pad over to Yulia’s side, the floor cold beneath my feet. I reach out and gently stroke her hair, whispering soothing words in Russian. “Shh, malyška, it’s just a dream. You’ll be okay.” The memory of my mother saying the same words to me when I was a child flashes through my mind.
I’ve been sharing a room with Yulia for a week, doing my best to provide her with some sense of security and comfort. As I pat her back gently, her sobs begin to subside, her breathing evening out.
“Everything’s alright, Yulia,” I whisper, my voice a soothing balm. “I’m here. I won’t let anything hurt you.”
Slowly, her eyelids grow heavy, and she drifts back to sleep, her small body curling against Max for warmth and safety.
Restlessness consumes me; I give up on sleep tonight. The house is eerily quiet, as if it’s holding its breath, amping my unease. Carefully, I slip out of Yulia’s room, trying not to wake her up.
