Page 46 of Volatile

Shock has her eyes widening at my rough tone. Where’s my crazy girl who gives back ten times what she gets? The world is fucked, and my Stasi has turned into someone else as she sweetly kisses my cheek and fucking hugs me.

“It’s not worth it, let’s go before the rumors start.”

I pull her back to me and cup her face with both hands. There’s nothing other than sincerity, a promise, and a vow as I say, “You’re worth everything to me, even if it’s just you telling me about some new sock you bought, or your ten thousandth cushion, I want to know.”

“Vitali,” she warns, and her eyes harden as she peels my hands off her face. “Don’t make this into something more. We both know what this is.”

Is she fucking stupid? She can’t be when she can hack into anything and examines people’s body language, but I’m starting to have doubts considering she refuses to acknowledge that she’s not just a fuck. She’s everything and I finally understand her as I catch her muttering under her breath, “You won’t be hurt that way.”

My sweet Stasya thinks she can hurt me. Underneath all of her bravado she’s in pain and I hold her like that will keep her together or push the pain out of her body.

“Nothing you can do or say will ever hurt me, please let me know you, Stasi.”

Her teeth lightly chatter and blows out a steady breath over my shoulder before she softly says, “Never beg anyone, Vartanov.”

There’s no emotion on her face as I nod and step back, unwrapping my arms from around her. She turns and walks into the bathroom while I stare after her. The door doesn’t slam, she pauses at the threshold and holds the frame as she looks over her shoulder. There’s the smallest smile on her face and she forces uncharacteristic lightness into her voice as she asks, “Do you still want me to hold it for you?”

It's fucked up, but I want her to touch me at all times and it would be pretty fucking funny to watch her struggle aiming my hard dick.

FIFTEEN

Vitali

Anyone who comes close enough to breathe the same air as Stasi is a suspect. There are only two people I would label as whores: Stasi’s mother, and her stepsister. They could be virginal and still hold the title with how much they crave attention.

Vlad’s a childish dickhead and kicks my ankle under the table, forcing me to look at him and sit taller. I’m stuck sitting with the parents like I’m a kid and Inessa’s beady eyes keep coming to me with a smirk. If she opens her mouth I’m never letting the kids sleep on my floor again, I’ll tell them horror stories, so they have to sleep in their bed all night and Vlad will be all pissy about it.

Stasi’s dress doesn’t match the theme of the rest of her family. She’s beautiful in anything and nothing, but the short-as-fuck dress just barely covers the tops of her thighs while they’re in gowns. My T-shirts drop lower on her body than that fabric does. I don’t give a fuck how she dresses, it’s the discomfort on her face as she stands beside her family while her hand keeps creeping behind her to pull it down.

I’ve narrowed down my list to the fuckers who smoke, and one name lights up as the cunt tracks her movements. Borya stands with his pathetic crew of old fucks and they all stare at her, watching every step she takes, and I know it’s him as he walks towards her. If I needed proof to show anyone it’s in the way Stasi leans closer to Vlad as she stands beside our table, he’s my brother and I’ll die for him, but he’s a fucking sociopath and no one would ever reach out to him for shit. No one would outside of our family would ever expect protection from Vlad, but she is right now and in true fashion he ignores her silent pleading.

Even his wife hardens as she picks up on the move and Inessa’s tone is full of Bratva royalty as she addresses the pervert. “Congratulations on your daughter’s engagement, and your sister’s Anastasia.”

Reminding him of their relation doesn’t get him to move the fuck away from my girl, it pisses him off.Borya turns to Inessa, and he can’t help himself from being a misogynistic twat.

“Your husband already extended his congrats.”

The prick just signed his death certificate as Vlad tenses. His violence is always accompanied by a smile, but his tell is minute. It’s one that I’ve witnessed many times, and it was always followed by Dima sitting Val, Katya, and me down to go over the rules while he stayed with us.

Stasi uses the opportunity to get away from Borya and I grab her wrist so she can’t escape me. She turns her shoulders in then quickly straightens her spine as I tug on her arm to sit her on my thigh, but she takes the seat beside me. What the fuck? I’m not a fucking leper for fuck’s sake.

I’m staring at the side of her head but she’s watching the back and forth between Inessa and her stepfather like it’s a tennis match.

“On behalf of my grandfather since he’s visiting Moscow. But if you don’t accept them from me, I’m sure he’ll be happy to extend his well wishes once he’s back.”

It’s easy to forget how psychotic she is when we’re at home with face masks on. Ignoring the thinly veiled threats and outright ass kissing, I take out my phone and message Stasi who’s ignoring me.

Me:

What did he say?

Stasi:

You’re sat right next to me. You can hear yourself.

Not that, dipshit

What did he say to YOU

---