Page 13 of The Vendetti Soldier

The group draws in a swift, stunned inhale at his sudden change of plans. Not only do I lose my beautiful fidanzata, but this willcause problems with the Bratva now. We need less enemies, not more. But when my brother feels cornered, the underground world shakes from it. Blood will spill, as it always does, because it’s our way of life.

“Capo dei capi Vendetti,” Yuri addresses respectfully as I continue to allow him to lean on me. He should be lying down with our doctor checking him over. This argument ought to wait, but I’m merely a soldato, so I keep my mouth shut until I’m told otherwise. “We have a good match, my daughter and son will make your brothers stronger, not weaker. Let’s think about this before we call it off.”

“Off?” He casts a confused glance around the group before shaking his head. “No, absolutely not. We have the Irish shaken with the potential alliance between the Bratva and The Empire. We won’t be calling it off; we’ll be expediting the wedding. Forget the engagement and the planning; they must marry.Now.”

Yuri’s downturned lips pull into a wide smile. “Yes, excellent plan. I will tell my children in the morning. Tonight is enough on them; everyone needs rest.”

Salvatore chuckles, “You the most, Yuri. I’ve alerted our doctor; he should be here any moment to sew you up.”

Matteo nods. “Yuri, I hope you and your famiglia will join us here at the Estate for the remainder of your visit. We have an empty carriage house you and your men can utilize until youcontinue on with your trip. Your children will be safe under our roof, I swear it.”

It’ll be dangerous to have so many Bratva on our property, but it’s also smart on Matteo’s part, as the house he’ll put them in is under serious surveillance. Our men will know when one of theirs so much as farts in their sleep, let alone any pertinent information we may garner in the meantime.

Salvatore takes over helping my future father-in-law while I storm for my office. “Open up,” I shout after knocking a few times.

“Santino?” Mischa calls.

“Sì. Let me in.”

Rorik unlocks it, as I’d purposefully left my keys with her so no one could take them from me and get to her. She has her gun pointed at me as I open it wide and stand in the doorway.

“It’s over for now.” I greet, and she lowers it to her side, clicking the safety back on before setting it on my desk. We all have our own offices, although most of us rarely use them as we’re always working or meeting in Matteo’s.

“Oh, thank God. Are you okay?” she asks.

“Luciano?” Rorik inquires at the same time.

I nod. “We’re all alive. Yuri has been taken to a guest suite to rest and meet with our doctor; you can find it on the third floor. I have business to handle. Leave the guns and I’ll put them away.”

Rorik sets his down beside Mischa’s, then she hands me my keys. Her hand comes up to rest on my jaw, worry clouding her gaze, but I turn away. I can’t handle soft right now; I’m still too furious we were attacked at our home. “I’ll see you later,” she murmurs while passing close enough that her breasts brush against my arm.

With everything locked back up, I go in search for our Capo. No doubt he has orders he’ll want executed after I burn this dinner jacket covered in blood.

Entering my suite, Idiscover Mischa asleep in my bed as I’ve been occupied for hours. Her creamy skin practically glows against the charcoal sheets and rich mahogany wood frame. She’s so peaceful with her hands tucked under the pillow I normally use. Is this what married life will be like? Me coming in after a night filled with blood and anger, to find her lookingsweet and utterly breakable? I want to slide into bed, wrap my hands around her dainty throat, and squeeze while I fuck her raw. Put my baby inside her. Then do it all over again.

The sound of the shower draws my attention away from my twisted thoughts of Mischa and how I’d ruin her if I were to touch her right now. I’m feeling more violent tonight than usual, with adrenaline still flooding my veins as I peel my clothes off, tossing them in my closet. Heading for the bathroom, steam fills the air as I find Rorik about to step over the threshold of the shower. His gaze meets mine, and for once, I allow myself to check out a man. They’ve never been my thing in the past, but knowing he’s going to be Luciano’s husband has mewantingto look.

He flicks his stare down my body in return. “I could help you with that,” he gestures to the heavy, hard cock hanging between my thighs. He’s used to sharing, so I shouldn’t be surprised by his offer, but I am.

“I won’t kiss you,” I growl the words as I take a step toward him. “And I’m feral right now; you sure you want to try and handle a beast?”

“Don’t underestimate me.”

A dark chuckle escapes my lips as I step into the shower, shoving him back a step. “You’re in the wrong room tonight. I’m going to hurt you, little boy.”

Fire lights his gaze as he steps into my space, “I’ve heard Luciano fucks harder, so I doubt it.”

Grabbing him by the throat, I slam him against the shower wall and lean in, my nose to his. “Be careful; he’s not here to save you.” Rorik had to challenge me, and growing up with a house full of brothers, it’s amazing we didn’t slaughter each other in our need to be the best.

His hands fall to my chest, trailing lower to grip my cock. He squeezes, licking his lips. I like being in control, and with him attempting to fight me for it, I only want to dominate him more. Mount him and show him who is in control in the dynamic between the two of us. Luciano may let him call a few shots, but it will never be that way between us.

He attempts to drop to his knees, but I stop him. Drawing in a deep inhale, I exhale when his palm rubs against the tip. Adrenaline surges through me as he starts to jack my shaft, using the hot water spraying over us to his advantage, and I decide I don’t want to wait any longer. With one hand still wrapped around his neck, I use the other to help spin him around until his back is against my front. My muscles bulge with the effort to control him, but eventually, he gives in, knowing I’m stronger and taking whatever I want from him.

Shoving his face against the wall, I lean in, murmuring, “You won’t touch yourself; you haven’t earned it yet. You’ll keep your hands on this wall, and you’ll take everything I give you. Capisci?” He gives me a shaky nod, and I growl in response. “Say it,” I demand.

“I-I understand,” he pants, and I can’t help but flick my stare down to his cock. He’s achingly hard, and it brings me a sick sense of pleasure knowing I turned him on with my demands and forcefulness but nothing more. He’s responsive, just like Mischa.

Keeping my grip on his throat, my other hand reaches for the conditioner. A few pumps later of the silky moisturizer, I’m running it over my cock like I’ve done so many times in the past when I’ve needed to bring myself pleasure. Tonight, however, Rorik will be taking care of me. Once my cock is evenly coated, I push myself between his cheeks. Usually, when Luc and I share, I go for the pussy and he takes the ass. It works for us, but now I wonder if I’ve been missing out. Rorik is insanely tight as I fight the head of my cock inside him.

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