Page 86 of Kings of Violence

Keeping hertrappedbetween the two of us. It would be better if it was all three of us, but Nikolai has been acting strange.

For several long moments, Sierra simply cries, and we let her, holding her and kissing her cheek, the top of her head, patting her and reminding her that she belongs to us even as we try to soothe her.

When she finally seems to be cried out, she sags in our arms.

“Should I text Nikolai?” I murmur to Yura in Russian.

Yura shrugs. “Sure. Tell him to stop being a dumbass.”

Sierra laughs bitterly. “Stop speaking Russian around me.”

“Okay. Then we’re going to text Nikolai. He’ll want to be here with you, too.” I brush her hair out of her face. “How lucky you are, Sierrochka. Three men to dote on you.”

“Three men to suffocate me,” she mutters.

I choose to ignore those words, instead texting Nikolai to stop sulking and come join us.

He doesn’t answer right away, and I sigh. “What do you think is wrong with him?” I ask Yuri.

“How should I know?” Yura kisses Sierra’s ear. “What do you think? Why did Nikolai refuse to join us?”

“I don’t know,” she says slowly. “Does…” She blushes. “Does he usually kiss you? Do you usually… you know, kiss each other?”

I shift a little uncomfortably. “Not often,” I answer, because I don’t generally want to think about my relationship with Yura. I love seeing other men—Yura and Nikolai—fuck women, and sometimes my hands end up on their bodies.

But nobody at home would understand something like that. Roman and my father would never accept a man who touches other men.

That was one of the reasons I didn’t protest too hard when my father sent me to America. I would be more free to do whatever the fuck I want, including gang-bangs.

“Only when there’s a woman between us,” Yura answers, meeting my gaze steadily. “But maybe he was kissing Nikolai all on his own while I was out of the picture.”

I tense and glare back at him. “I wasn’t. We shared some womenhere and there, like I did with you. Because I like seeing a woman speared open.”

Sierra looks between the two of us, but before she can say anything, the door opens. Nikolai’s expression is closed off, his lips pursed. He looks angry as he looks at the three of us. “I’m not sulking,” he says.

“You were too good to enjoy cuddling with us,” Yura snipes. “Doesn’t want to touch us more than necessary now.”

“If that’s how you’re going to act, I’ll just leave,” Nikolai says.

Sierra looks between the three of us and shakes her head. “You’re all insane,” she says. “Man up and figure out what the fuck is going on between you.” She seems to be less lackluster when she’s ordering us around, at least. “Or woman up, because at least women talk about shit.”

I shoot Nikolai a grin. “Sierra has agreed to carry our child. We’re going to pump into her so much until she swells up with a baby.”

Nikolai goes still at that, his gaze snapping to Sierra. “She agreed to that?”

“No!” Sierra says quickly. “But it’s not like any of you fucking care.”

“You’re right,” Nikolai says with a shrug. “We don’t.” He watches her for a moment. “You’ll be a good mom.”

“She will,” Yura agrees, smiling wider. “We’ll all be great dads too. We can teach the kid to use knives, and shoot, and?—”

“What if the baby is a girl?” Sierra interrupts, her eyes narrowing. “Will you still teach her to protect herself? Or will you close her off and make her a little mafia princess?”

“We will teach her to shoot,” I agree. “She should know how to defend herself.” I stroke my beard thoughtfully. “But we do want a son, too, right? So you might need to have more than one child for us.”

Nikolai makes a derisive sound. “Yeah, we aren’t going to do like Pavone and claim a daughter as the heir.”

Sierra glares at him. “What the fuck, Nikolai?” She looks at meand Yura. “See? This is one of the many, many reasons I don’t want to have a baby in this world.”

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