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Chapter 14
Chemistry is you touching my arm and setting fire to my mind.
- Nayyirah Waheed
Anton
I wake up yet again to find myself wrapped around Natasha like my life depends on it. The only difference is, this time, she knows about it. I didn't have to sneak into her room late at night after she fell asleep or try and get up before she did, so she wouldn't know what I had done. I didn't have to feel like I couldn't have what I wanted with her. This is real.
Her skin is warm against me, and there is sweat from us both that sticks to my chest as I gently pull away. After last night, I don't want to disturb her or outward my welcome in here. So, I pick my clothes up off the floor and give her space as I go to use the large ensuite bathroom in the master bedroom.
I hop in a quick shower because I want to feel fresh and look good for her when she wakes up to have a late breakfast with me. I want what we had going last night to continue. In fact, I want it badly enough that I have a phone call to make once I am out of here.
I take the bar of soap and slide it over my skin, each part of it still sensitive from being on edge the night before. She does that to me, leaves me always wanting more and on edge. It’s one of the many things that is special about Natasha Kolosov.
My hand reaches down to scrub the most intimate part of me, and I close my eyes, remembering how it felt to be inside of her once again. It was heaven, the way her pussy was so wet and warm and tight.
So, fucking tight.
It will never get old. I know it won’t, and she will be mine because I have a plan.
My mind was on alert last night, even as she drifted off into a sound sleep with me holding her. I thought about all I had learned, the abuse she has endured in her life and how she has all this powerful family I didn't know about before. And that is my way in. Her name is Kolosov. Her father is Sergei Kolosov, and I have more of a direct line to the man than his own daughter does through his dealing with the Clans. I can use my position in Clan Balan and Clan Constantin to make her mine and use her father to do it. I only hope she will not hate me for this because I need her to keep opening up to me and getting closer like we did last night. I don't want her to fear me anymore, not in the way she did when she saw me with my gun in my hand aimed at her uncle
I get out of the shower and dry off, wrapping the towel around my waist as I go to retrieve my phone from the bedside table where I left it charging the night before. Before I ended up in the kitchen with Natasha. I am about to make a phone call that could change my life forever, Natasha’s life. It could change a lot of things. I don't know what it is that makes me think I am worthy of any of this because honestly, I am not. I have done terrible things and will honestly continue to do bad things for the sake of the Clans and my position in them. I have also done bad things when it comes to Natasha. Those, I am sorry for. I have taken my power over her too far, and it took watching some sick fuck torture her at a party for me to get it. But none of it is going to stop me from trying.
Natasha is of worthy Romanian blood, for certain, having been related to a Constantin. She also has this exclusive status as the daughter of Sergei. She will surely inherit his business when the man dies because he would never trust anyone outside of his family to run it. He likely does not have the qualms about a woman taking over that the Clans seem to. Add that to the fact that she has to be the sexiest woman I have ever seen, inside and out, and I have the perfect woman in my grasp. The perfect union, actually.
I go into my office and shut the door, putting my legs up on my desk. I need to stay calm through this phone call if I am going to convince this man that he needs to let me marry his daughter.
I dial the number I know will get me to him, eventually. I have to go through a few of his men and then his secretary first; Luckily, the woman doesn't make me leave a message with her, she goes to put him on the line immediately, the moment I mention Natasha’s name. I wonder why I haven't already heard from him, how he doesn't know that Jan is dead and Natasha is with me. For all I know, he has been waiting for a call like this. He is a smart man, even if he is ruthless.
“This is Sergei,” he says in his strong accent. Even his voice is intimidating. I have rarely dealt with him directly. I am shaking in my towel here as I make sure the words come out right.
“Mr. Kolosov, it is Anton Balan,” I tell him, waiting for it to register with him.
“Ah, you are the Clan leader that has my daughter,” he says, and I can’t tell if there is any emotion there. He is too good at this.
“That is true. Natasha is with me, though, I will admit I did not know she was your daughter at the time she came to live with me,” I tell him, using my words wisely.
“I take it this call is about her, especially if you say she is living with you. That is quite a different story than the one I have heard, but I know the Clan knows how to spread falsehoods like wildfire,” he tells me.
This is my shot. This is my chance to convince him, “I want to make a deal with you, Mr. Kolosov. I want to ask your permission for your daughter's hand in marriage.”
The man laughs, actually laughs. “I can see the advantages you would have in this union, but what is it you can offer me in return, Mr. Balan?” He says my name mockingly. I am not surprised and don't dare insult him or call him out on it in any way. I would like to keep my life.
“In exchange for your daughter, Clan Balan and Clan Constantin, which I currently have control over, will use you exclusively when buying arms,” I tell him, and I know when he is silent for a moment I have piqued his interest.
“Well, Mr. Balan, it sounds like you have yourself a deal, but be warned that I will be stopping by for a visit soon to check on both of our investments.” He hangs up, and my heart is thumping in my chest. I have just been given Natasha Kolosov.
I can finally keep good on my promise. No one will ever harm her again.
