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“But you know who he is?” BJ tries to clarify.
“Unfortunately, yes. He was cruel and always had some sick fascination with me,” I state, and Alexie’s hands roll into fists next to me, but I don’t let that stop my explanation. “He would try to corner me when he could, although he knew I was off limits, even to him. I mean, he blew up my fucking dance studio with my instructor still inside because she interrupted him trying to basically assault me outside the studio.”
“He fucking did what?!” King demands.
“Get in line, Viking,” Alexie says. “You can have a go at him after me.” King slams his fist on the table.
“It’s going to be quite a long line,” BJ quips, trying to break the testosterone-filled tension.
I can’t help but giggle a little at BJ’s comment. “I get I fucked up, I really do. Now, this team can either help me take down the fucking pieces of shit responsible for everything, or you can let me and Alexie go at them alone. Nothing is going to stop me from getting to Katia. I don’t know why she was taken, but I will get her back.”
Alexie clears his throat next to me. “I know why they took her.”
Alexie
We’vebeensittingherelistening toMalyshkabare her heart and soul to this whole team. I swear if this Viking asshole and the pouty woman agent don’t shut the fuck up and let her speak,I’ll gut them. Stick the spoon in front of me inside their eye sockets and scoop them out like Malyshka’s favorite treat.Luckily, they’ve shut up long enough for her to get to the end of the story…or the story as far as she’s concerned.
“I know why they took her,” I say as I turn to look at Nat. She whips her head my way, and her green eyes glare at me.
“You better start talking right now, Alexie. I want to know why they took her and who exactly did,” she demands, her pouty lips tight, telling me she’s upset with me.
“Malyshka, are you sure you want to know right now? In front of all these people? In front of your men?” I ask. Not letting one second go by, she nods her head. I stare at her, reading her face to make sure this is truly what she wants. That she isn’t just placating these people, especially after they kept her locked away in the fucking basement.
“Get on with it, Volkov. We don’t have all fucking day, and I want to be done sharing a table with the enemy,” the broody Viking man growls at me.Not sure what the hell his problem is.He must be pissed thatMalyshkapulled one over on him. From the sound of things, she had these threepridurkis,falling over each other to be close to her. Now, to find out she’s part of the bratva must be a slap in the face.Ha! I’m getting horny just thinking of Malyshka conning them.
“Listen, Prince-y, I will continue my story when I damn well, please. You hearing what’s happening is unimportant to me. Now,Malyshka,on the other hand, is the most important person to me, so her approval will always come before yours,mudak,” I whip back at him.
“It’s King!” he snaps back at me.
“You are no King. You act like a small child, so I will call you Prince-y until you can act like the grown man you are. Continue to treatMalyshkalike you are, and I will slit your throat where you stand before dancing in your blood,” I tell him, staring straight into his blue eyes.He would be more handsome if he wasn’t such a prick.
He stands up, shoves his chair away from him, and looks like he’s about to round the table towards me when Stryker pipes up. “Enough! We need to know what’s going on so we can help get Katia back, especially if she’s in danger.”
“Oh, she is in danger, alright. She is with Umbra, and that is the most dangerous place for anyone to be, let aloneMalyshka’sbest friend,” I tell him.
The exquisite creature sitting on the other side of Nat then speaks. “Why are you calling her that name?Malyshka, what does that mean?” she asks.
“Well, Rainbow Sparkle, I call herMalyshkabecause, in my native tongue of Russian,Malyshkameans baby, and she is, in fact, my baby girl. So we can kill two birds with one bullet.” Nat tries to interrupt to correct my saying, but I don’t care. I like mine better. “I also call herZaychik, which is bunny in your language.”
“Umm, okay…why am I Rainbow Sparkle, and Nat is bunny? She doesn’t even have a bunny nose,” she asks.
“Well, you are an exquisite creature. You dress in all the colors at one time. I like it, you remind me of a pony on a showMalyshkawatched when we were little,” I explain while looking over and smirking at Natalia. “Also, I call her bunny sometimes ’cause she likes to hop on my cock like a bunny and ride me till dawn.” I shrug my shoulders at her as she starts giggling like a madwoman.
“Oh, hashtag swoon,” Rainbow Sparkle says as she balls her hands into fists and holds them close to her heart on her chest. “That is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said about me. And, Nat, you dirty girl, I knew you had it in you.” She tosses her head back in laughter after throwing my girl a wink.
“Okay, seriously, can we please get on with this story?” Stryker asks while sounding exhausted at our banter.
I clasp my hands together and set them on the table. Looking over at Conrad, his amber eyes are locked on his laptop, and his long ebony fingers tap on his keyboard. He has obviously taken the news of Nat being my woman the worst. I start my story to put him out of his misery.
“As you all know, I am Alexie Volkov, the one and only son of Andrei Volkov, which means I am also the sole heir to the Volkov Bratva here stateside. I was trained from a very young age to take the position when it came time. Beaten and tortured to be taught pain is nothing, but spilling secrets is everything. I watched my first murder at eight and committed my first murder at ten.” There are gasps from those sitting around the table, but I’m used to people being shocked when they learn I took life so young.
“I was trained in torture techniques, hand-to-hand combat, knives, guns, etcetera, etcetera. You name it, I’m probably a master at it. You also now know that at nine, I met Natalia, and we were raised together by my father. He raised her to be a lady but also to be cunning. He was wise, though, and knew she might land herself in a tough situation, so he trained her in all forms of combat as well. She was also tortured to be taught that pain is only skin deep–” I can’t get another word out before Prince-y is out of his seat once more.
“You let her be tortured? What kind of man are you?” he yells across the room at me.
“I was but a child myself, Prince-y. My Father had his men torture us as young children. What did you want me to do against ten powerful men watching this take place?” I ask him. He ignores me, so I take that as a sign that I should continue.
“Anyway, my family has always dealt in drugs and weapons, nothing else. You want it, we got it for you, but only ever drugs and weapons. The only time we dabbled outside that was when Papa found out we could raise the rates of our merchandise if we had a currency worth more than all the drugs and guns combined.” I pause, looking around the table to see if anyone knows what I’m about to say. No one speaks. “Secrets.Malyshkawas dressed up multiple times a month to be paraded around high-profile events where the people we wanted dirt on would be. Our girl here was the perfect woman for those nights; she was seen but not heard, which made people forget her presence and allow her to hear their secrets. Otherwise, she would flirt or be overly friendly. She just had a way of getting people to tell her things,” I tell them. I finish up by telling them about our childhoods and roles within the Bratva. Now, they will learn the vileness of what makes IvanUmbra.
