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Chapter 19
Nikolai
As I enter my office, I can’t shake off thoughts of Adalina. I keep thinking about the night I popped her cherry. During last night’s dinner, the blood rushed to my cock by just looking at her. Fuck. It was uncomfortable, and I tried my best not to look at her. Her black dress hugged her curves in all the right places, and she looked more like a woman than an 18-year-old. I have to give it to Tatyana for having such impeccable taste in clothing.
I think about how it would feel to have those pillowy lips swallowing my cock. Fuck! I need to find a hooker. I need to get Adalina out of my system. I need to find an escort service – I just haven’t had time. I think I will put Misha on that.
Misha walks into my office and takes a seat in one of the leather chairs in front of my desk.
“Misha, I am facetiming with Alexei. I want you to hear this.”
Alexei answers. I see his face and behind him are a myriad of computers.
“Alexei, Misha is here with me.”
“What do you need boss?” Alexei asks.
"I need both of you to gather all the information you can on Maxim Antonovich. That son of a bitch recently bought a motel to serve as a hub for his sex trafficking operation, and he doesn’t have two brain cells to rub together. There's no way he's acting alone; he must have some connections. I want to uncover who those connections are. Find out the identity of the person who purchased that motel. We can't afford any repercussions for me or the Chicago Bratva. Dig into his phone and bank records—let's see what he's up to. Gain access to the GPS system in his car. Monitor his phone calls. I need to keep close tabs on him because I don't trust him. I want to know every move he makes."
“Boss the European Bratva sent him to Chicago to restart the sex slave business.”
“I want to make it clear that I won't employ underage girls to work at Velvet Handcuffs. I won't cater to pedophiles either. All the girls who work there will be 18 years old and they will provide their consent. Before I arrived here, I told Volkokk that I wouldn't continue the Antonovich brothers' business.” I state firmly.
“I’ll get right on it boss.” I end the call. I lean back in my chair and rub my temples. Fucking Maxim!
"Maxim has been badmouthing you to our soldiers. He's claiming that you're opposed to his sex trafficking operation and the Antonovich brothers. You know how the men enjoy fucking those young women. They like to burn off steam." Misha explains.
“The men will have access to all the women they need once Velvet Handcuffs reopens. Now get out of my office."
Maxim scurries out of the room, and I sink back into my chair. I can feel a headache coming on, I rub my temples, trying to stop it.
Chapter 20
Adalina
I spend the next few days cooped up in the Bratva compound, with little to no interaction with Nikolai. He hardly ever shows up for meals, and when he does, he doesn’t even acknowledge my presence. Fine by me. To keep myself occupied, I spend my days binge-watching Netflix, reading in the library, practicing yoga in the gym, and taking walks in the garden. The only area I haven’t explored is the underground pool.
Despite my efforts to stay occupied, I am feeling increasingly lonely. There is no one to talk to, no one to share my thoughts and feelings with. I try to strike up conversations with Nona, but her limited English and reserved demeanor make it difficult. I miss my sister, the vibrant energy of Manhattan, and the constant hum of activity.
As the days stretch on, I find myself having trouble sleeping. Nights seem never-ending, and I often find myself wandering out to the garden in the middle of the night to clear my head. The isolation and monotony are taking a toll on my mental health, and I need to take action to break the cycle of despair.
Anytime I think about Nikolai, a wave of emotions wash over me. Anger is there, boiling just beneath the surface. Angry at him for his actions, for his cold indifference towards me, for his relationship with Tatyana. But underneath that anger, there is something else. Something more primal. I can’t help but be drawn to him, his confidence and power make me weak in the knees. I want his touch on my skin, to feel his hands roam over my body, setting me on fire with desire. It is maddening, this attraction to a man who has used me and then taken me against my will.
I try to push thoughts of Nikolai out of my mind, but they persistently creep back in. The way he gazed at me the first time we dined in the dining room, the commanding resonance of his deep voice that reverberated through the room, and the impeccable fit of his suit that accentuated his muscular physique—it all proves too much for me to resist.
I find myself aimlessly wandering the corridors of the compound, my heart racing with each thought of Nikolai. I can no longer deny the undeniable attraction I feel for him. It's as if an invisible force pulls me towards him, drawing me into his magnetic presence. I know I shouldn’t feel this way about a brutal and monstrous man, but I am powerless against my feelings.
One afternoon, I summon the courage to confront him. I find him in his office, engrossed in examining some documents. As soon as his gaze meets mine, a surge of electricity courses through my veins.
"What do you want, Adalina?" he asks, his voice low and dangerous.
Nikolai
Adalina barges into my office, throwing the door open without even bothering to knock. My eyes dart up from my laptop, and I'm immediately struck by her appearance. Damn, she looks good. She's clad in a pair of skin-tight jeans that hug her curves in all the right ways, and a form-fitting sweater that leaves little to the imagination. Her hair falls around her shoulders, a wild tangle of thick, wavy brown locks. My cock stirs. But despite her alluring appearance, the scowl on her face tells me she's anything but happy.
“What do you want, Adalina?”
“What do I want? I want you to let me go, Nikolai! I want to go home! I refuse to stay here a second longer. Take this thing off of my ankle. I have had it with you. I am not your puppet to use against the Outfit. I have nothing to do with them!”
