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Chapter 8 - Igor
As I left my office, my thoughts swirled, all revolving around a single consuming desire
– her. The anticipation of finally seeing her again was like an electric current coursing through me. I couldn’t wait to get home.
After her failed escape last night, I ordered her things to be moved next to my room. I wanted to keep her close and keep an eye on her. The connecting door was left open and her door to the hallway was locked. She had no choice but to walk through my room if she wanted to go downstairs.
The image of her luscious blonde hair, her sparkling emerald eyes, and her breathtaking smile flashed through my mind. I listened to her soft grunts and moans all night as she slept.
Every time I heard her, my cock got hard, but I promised myself I wouldn't touch her again until we were married. A faint smile spread across my face as I remembered her naive reactions when I touched her. She broke down slowly and I knew she craved my touch as much as I craved her.
She won’t resist much longer. I felt proud and smug that I could tame this spirited, stubborn, and beautiful young woman. Damn, I could hardly wait to get married!
I have just finished a tense meeting with the employees of the Varkov Bratva. I was pleased to know that business is going well. But a step forward would bring even better results.
The elevator reached the ground floor and I found Alexei waiting for me. Our office building was large and modern, with a big warehouse at the back. Unlike some mafia bosses, I invested in building office complexes, and where better to do that than in New York.
I walked past a wall of glass mirrors and caught sight of my reflection. My dark brown hair shone in the sun and the well-fitting navy-blue suit accentuated my tall stature. Of course,
age mattered, but she wouldn’t deny that I looked younger for my age. I stepped out of the building and Alexei straightened up. He took off his black glasses and smiled.
“Looking good, boss,” he praised, and I acknowledged. He opened the passenger door, and I got in.
“Boss, I have some feedback from the assignment you gave.”
“Which one?” I asked with a raised brow.
Alexei glanced at me. “The Marco brothers, boss. They’re causing a lot of problems now, and word has it that they’ve teamed up with the Chinese.”
My brows creased as I digested the information. “The Chinese? That’s a fucking long stretch. How did that happen?”
“Bribery?” he shrugged. “It wouldn’t be the first time. They probably offered them something we don’t have, and…”
“We’ll cut them off,” I said with a careless wave of my finger. “We will cut them off and get someone else on the job.”
“Yes, boss,” Alexei nodded.
I didn’t even bother to think more about the Marco brothers or anyone else. If they caused any more problems, there was nothing more to do than to end their existence.
Luckily there wasn’t much traffic, and we were home in no time. I immediately went upstairs to the bedroom to see her, to see what she was up to.
My eyes wandered around the bedroom, I put my car keys on the dresser next to all the others, took off my tie, and undid my cufflinks. I peeked into her room; she'd only been there one night, but it already smelled of her, but she wasn’t there.
Something struck me as odd, but I gave it no thought as the sound of running water from the bathroom reached my ears. A glance confirmed my suspicions — she was in the shower and steam was billowing out from under the closed door.
Fuck!I got hard just thinking about her.
I relaxed and awaited the moment when she would finish. The moment of surprise would create a beautiful expression on her face when she saw me, patiently waiting for her on the edge of the bed. I could tease her just a little more.
I imagined her long, wet hair and glistening skin when she came out of the bath, which sent a heat wave through me. Knowing she was on the other side of the door intensified my longing and the temptation to snap the thin thread of my patience and join her in the shower. The steam and the sound of the rushing water became the backdrop to my unspoken desire that hung heavy in the air.
It felt like an eternity as I waited and waited, and soon a growing unease began to gnaw at the edges of my mind. I couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling that something was wrong.
Nothing escaped my notice, and I was never unprepared. Years of training have taught us to pay attention to every detail and to be careful. I should have trusted my instincts when I first walked in. Fuck!
I kicked open the bathroom door and was shocked—the shower was still running, and no Grace. My heart raced and my eyes widened when I saw the mirror where a message had been scrawled in bold red letters. Furious, I stepped forward and sniffed it. Lipstick.
The message was as sassy as it was disturbing: “Goodbye, motherfucker.”
