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Before I can prepare myself, I cum all over the sink in huge, thick spurts. I’m helpless until it stops on its own, and I watch with dread as I paint the top of the vanity with my semen.
Fuck.
I’m breathing hard enough to create suspicion now. I need to collect myself, clean this up, and get the fuck downstairs before Remi skins me alive.
7
DOMINIK
The stress of trying to calm myself and present normally overwhelms me as I descend down the stairs again. I triple-checked the bathroom for anything I could have missed, but the possibility of something being discovered still fills me with a previously unknown degree of dread.
I haven’t felt this much panic about jerking off since I was young, and the familiarity of this terrible fear mingled with guilt hits me like a bullet train. I haven’t missed this feeling, and I thought that by this point in my life, I wouldn’t have to worry about this kind of bullshit.
When I approach Remi’s office, he’s sitting casually at his desk with a tumbler of vodka and ice. “Sit down, boy.”
My face turns white as I sit in the chair directly across from him. He’s lost respect for me. That’s not difficult to infer from his use of the wordboy.
“First off, I want to say I’m extremely sorry for what happened today. She just took off down the street, and she knows the area better than I do. I should have caught up to her before I did. All I can do is ask for your forgiveness, sir,” I say, my voice wavering on the brink of shaking.
“What happened today must never, ever happen again. If you were Isaac, you would already be hacked to pieces floating to the bottom of the ocean. But you’ve never done me wrong before, and I understand that this incident occurred due to Mika’s unbreakable petulance and not your inability to do your job,” he replies in a grave tone, sipping his vodka between sentences.
Some of the color returns to my face, but the comment he made about Isaac sends a visceral fear through me when I think about what I’ve just done. If he would kill Isaac over losing sight of Mika, what would he do if he found out I’d kissed her? What would he do if he knew I was jerking off in his house when I thought about it?
I look across the desk at him with as neutral an expression as I can muster. He knows me as a clean-cut, no nonsense, pragmatic individual, and I can’t let that impression slip for even a moment. The second he detects weakness in me, it’s all over.
“I understand sir, I can’t thank you enough for giving me another chance,” I reply.
There’s an awkward silence for a moment that sends a wave of panic through me again. I’m waiting for him to drop a bomb on me, explaining that he can read my thoughts and knows I was jerking off to the thought of his daughter. It’s absurd, but there’s a latent fear that I can’t shake.
“We have another matter to discuss, however,” he continues, clearing his throat and throwing back the rest of his vodka. “It’s regarding the Albanian mafia family.”
I’m able to relax my shoulders a bit at this point. At least we’re moving on from the topic of Mika, which will allow me the chance to refocus and stop obsessing over the situation at hand.
“Have they been making threats again?” I ask, intending to steer the conversation in a new direction entirely.
“No, not this time. Actually, that’s what we’re trying to avoid. I’ve been speaking with Amar, their leader. We’ve been able to come to a ceasefire of sorts, but only on the condition that Mika marries his son Izet. I’m not sure how to have this conversation with her, but I was thinking you’d be able to warm her up to the idea.”
My heart sinks into my stomach. Why the fuck would he be trading his daughter to an enemy? What year are we living in?
“Are you sure you want to put that much risk on her shoulders? She’s only nineteen, and she hasn’t said anything about someone named Izet. Does she know him?” I ask, sitting up straighter in my chair.
He rises from his office chair to pour himself another drink from the meticulously kept minibar in the corner of the room. “No, she doesn’t know anything about it. All she knows about the Albanian family is that they’ve been infringing on my territory and have been nothing but a menace to me.”
I pause for a moment, uncertain of how to respond without pissing him off. He’s made up his mind about this, and the only thing stopping him from forcing Mika to marry Izet is time.
“I have a feeling that this is going to be a hard sell for her,” I reply.
“Yes, I’m aware, but what she needs to understand is that the foundation of our empire depends on her ability to do the right thing. She’s been well supported for her entire life because of this business, and the lifestyle she knows can’t continue without her cooperation,” he says as he pours an even taller drink for himself without ice. He’s struggling with this decision, but not enough to spare Mika.
My words escape me as I grasp for something appropriate to say. There’s nothing I can do to change his mind, I’m certain of that. However, I’m not sure if I can watch Mika be traded like cattle.
“Are you sure you want to do that, sir? She’s your only daughter. What is there to gain from forcing her to marry a stranger? Are you forming an alliance with the Albanians?” I ask.
He takes a large gulp of vodka without flinching, an action that I could never credit myself for. Looking me in the eye, he places the glass down on the desk.
“There won’t be an alliance, no. However, the Albanians will cease all activity in the Brighton Beach area. That alone will benefit us more than you can imagine. They’ve been terrorizing our operations for over a decade now.”
The whole concept of this plan is impossible for me to wrap my head around. Why would Mika, a nineteen-year-old girl, have to play any part in her father’s business dealings? In such a permanent way, no less. She doesn’t know Izet at all. What if he beats her? Would Remi care?
