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“Why do you want to help me? What’s your motive? Balkans fucking hate Russians. We both know this relationship could never work,” I challenged, sitting back and wondering if the bastard knew that Russina was dead. I didn’t want to think so, but anything was possible and he wanted to get into the American market so badly. There were other people out there he could have reached out to, but he’d picked me. I wasn’t entirely sure how I was supposed to feel about it.
“Well, you need talk it over with your family. I bet your wife could play a role in that. There have been rumors she can be very convincing,” he said, and then suddenly stood and headed to the door. As he mentioned Marinka, my pulse quickened. “Come to Moscow. Take as many people as you want and we will show you around. We will talk over vodka. All the details are in the envelope that I left on your desk.”
Moments later, he was gone and I stared at the door, thinking that this sounded too good to be true. I swore out loud, dragging my hand through my hair. At this point, I had no doubt that the Russians must have been watching me for a long while. Marcus must have paid people off to know stuff about Russina.
I took the packets of coke and returned to my office. Pedro was nowhere to be seen. He was probably checking on who let Marcus Petrovsky to the club. Marco was manning the outside.
I glanced at the screens first when I entered and then shut the door. A gold envelope sat on my keyboard. This trip was going to be interesting. I had never been to Russia before, but I was certain about one thing: I wasn’t going to take Marinka with me. She was safer in Chicago and I didn’t want to tempt myself too much. Marcus was aware of the fact I needed this deal to turn things around and I hated that he was right.
I opened the envelope and started reading the paperwork. Everything looked solid. Marcus had paid for my plane tickets, there was one for Marinka, too. She was Russian, although she didn’t speak the language. Marcus had picked me because of her. This whole thing was too dangerous and there was a high possibility that the Russians were setting a trap for me, but I was eager to go.
I would miss Marinka though…
I brushed a hand over my chin, thinking about that fucking kiss that nearly broke me at the altar.
She was supposed to hate me, but it seemed I was growing on her a little. I’d shot her father, and then took her as my payment for their fucking sins, and yet, she still wanted to be around me. I didn’t think I could ever understand women.
My brothers would never agree to make a deal with the Russians instead of the Italians. They both detested Russian people. My wife was an exception, but still, Sparky would kill Marcus on the spot if he had the chance, then cut off his dick. My brother didn’t fuck around; he’d shoot first and ask questions later.
Could Marinka convince them to go through with this deal? I doubted it very much. Russina would have done it because my family fucking loved her, but Marinka had no clue what was going on.
Moments later, there was a knock on my door, so I called out for whoever it was to come in. Eliza, one of the girls from the club, slipped in wearing nothing but a skimpy skirt and revealing top. She smiled and quickly shut the door behind her.
“Hello, honey, I heard you need some company this evening,” she purred, approaching me. I turned my chair so she had better access to me.
“Yes, I do. I have been hard all day and apparently, you give the best head in all of Chicago,” I said, but these weren’t my words. A few of my old clients had mentioned Eliza on more than one occasion. I hadn’t fucked anyone for weeks and it was time to get Marinka out of my head. She consumed my thoughts in every possible way and that had to stop.
Eliza tossed her long blonde hair behind her and kneeled in front of me. She was truly beautiful with her full, plump lips. Damn, I was already getting hard, thinking what she could do to me. She ran her hand down my thighs, angling her body so as to show me her fake tits. This should really entice me, and in the past it would have, but now I felt like it wasn’t fucking enough.
She grabbed my stiff cock and I gave a sharp exhaled. Then she stood to her feet and turned around to show me her round ass, swaying it from one side to the other. After she did that a while she turned and pressed her body against me, all over me, moving her hand around my neck and licking my right cheek.
“Relax, sweetheart. You are very tense tonight. Let me take care of you,” she said.
“Just get on with it. I haven’t got all day,” I said impatiently.
She was right. I was fucking tense because I wanted to fuck Marinka.
Standing, I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them and my boxers down, showing her my cock. Just then, the image of Marinka’s teary, red face flashed in my mind.
“Let me do what I am good at, honey,” she murmured, taking my cock in her hands and stroking it gently.
I was hard, but not fully hard, and when she took me in her mouth, it felt too good.
Eliza was soon taking it all in and I had to admit that this woman had some incredible skills. I was surprised she didn’t gag. She thrusting my shaft in her mouth like it was a toy, massaging my balls with her fingers.
“Fuck, yeah,” I said, and then it happened again. The image of Marinka’s face moving in and out, licking it shyly as though she was doing it for the first time, flashed through my mind. So much pain and anguish shone in her eyes.
I glanced at Eliza who was now doing something unbelievable to me. She was like a machine and I was supposed to be rock solid. Instead, I could barely keep it up and I had a feeling that this bitch was struggling to pretend that this was going to work for me.
“All right, fuck off. The show is over,” I told her, pushing her mouth away.
Eliza looked so confused. I bet no one had ever told her to leave before finishing the job.
“What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?” she asked.
“Can you just go? I’m not going to repeat myself again,” I snapped, unable to even look at her. Fuck, I was pathetic.
She started muttering something under her breath and when she was finally out of there, I had to hold the fucking table not to fall.
