Page 1 of Blinded By The Sun
Ciro
Isigh. Not this shit again. I’m tired of having to remind people who the fuck I am. You give someone a little leeway with their territory, and this is what the fuck they do to repay you in gratitude; touch a family member. Having to see that bald fuck makes me think of just stepping into his office and shooting everybody in my wake just to end the whole Turgenev clan. I’m not above getting rid of an entire clan. You fuck with my family and I’ll kill you.
I sit back and watch as my wife gets ready to go to the private meeting at Stannis’ nightclub. He wants me in his territory because he thinks I won’t shoot him in the dick. I look at my beautiful wife as she wears what she knows will be a distraction for his men. I married Tatyana because I knew that she could control a lot of men with not just the street brain of hers but also the way she knew how to use her body without using it.
“What do you think, darling?” She asks.
She has her hair cascading down her back while her tight leather dress shows off her body. I bite my bottom lip, sucking on it as I think about the many ways I could fuck her into oblivion. I don’t remember the last time I fucked my wife. It’s been over a month. Maybe it’s the way we have things set up with life or maybe it’s because the subject of children makes me want to vomit. I don’t want to bring those little fuckers into this world, my world. I don’t want to change who or what I am to benefit them. Selfish little pricks. I shake my head, bringing my mind back to the now. Children are a touchy, emotional subject. One that I know would have us arguing for days on end.
I distract myself by looking at her. Maybe we just need to fuck to get us out of this weird shit we’re in. I don’t know what it is about us, but I know one thing though, that we’re not okay. We’re in a weird phase right now and maybe it’s the fact that we’ve been together, too damned long. We’re still in love, right? I take a deep breath and stare at her body again, making sure to not get too lost in my mind. This isn’t the time nor the day for this. Today, I plan on fucking my wife. “Let’s fuck after. I’m going to need it.” I say as I get up, stretching to my full height. Tatyana is eye level to me when she wears heels like today.
I love being able to kiss her and have access to her like this. Tatyana pouts poking out her lip and I know she’s made other plans. Our agreement of having an open relationship isn’t something I hate; I just haven’t felt like fucking anyone but her this month. We’ve always had an open marriage, but fuck, I miss her tight pussy. I crack my neck and I stare at my wife; she doesn’t get the other side of me. I promised her father that I would never do that to her. I curl my lip but walk off instead of taking pleasure in pissing her off.
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When we get to Stannis Turgenev’s club, I walk in with Tatyana keeping up our happy, blissful married couple shenanigans. We walk through the loud and classy club; I stop to turn to Tatyana and gesture for her to go out and have fun. To do whatever it is she needs to do here. She nods and practically skips away. I smirk. I turn back facing the bodyguard; he doesn’t look me in the eye as he lets me in, and I don’t have to look to know that he let my men right behind me.
When I step into Turgenev’s private area, the room is much more controlled in volume. Turgenev sits his bald ass on a big couch with his legs wide open and a girl is pouring him a drink. Another girl sits there politely waiting for her turn to please him. His men sit on both couches and I continue walking towards Turgenev. I place my hands in my pockets as I stand there staring him in the eye. He clears his throat and prompts the men to his left to stand. I take the entire couch for myself as my two men stand behind me. The others are waiting right outside of the entryway.
Turgenev is sitting here acting like I shouldn’t scare him. I smile wickedly as I place one leg over the other. I cock my brow, waiting for him to speak up.
“To what do I owe this visit, Sarkozy?” Stannis the bald fuck Turgenev has the nerve to question me like he didn’t hear my word out in the street.
“Making sure I make do with my promises.” I answer. My weird accent as a result of growing up in various places like France, Italy and Quebec becomes much more pronounced. “I don’t like to have folks feeling like I forgot about them or the dumb shit they think they can get away with. Now, tell your men to step back or else I’ll put a bullet through every one of y’all.” I place my leg back down on the ground and lean forward, grabbing my gun from behind my back. I sit back on the couch and place the gun on my lap.Jump, bitch.I reach inside my suit jacket pocket and pull out a pack of cigarettes. I place a cigarette in my mouth and one of my men lights it. I grab the cigarette in between my fingers, inhaling and then exhaling. My gold pinky ring glints when it catches the light. I cock my brow, waiting for him to say some dumb disrespectful shit.
I don’t have to look to know that Tatyana just walked in. I know it’s her, by the click of her heels. She walks a certain way. She sits down by me and her hand lands on my thigh. She squeezes hard. Her hand travels higher and then lower again. I love the feel of her hands on me. She removes it all too quickly.
“The fuck are you looking at?” I ask him. “Are you ready to die?”
“Are you fuc—,” Turgenev doesn’t get to finish his sentence as one of his men shoves a woman from one of the many private doors I’ve spotted.
“Boss, we caught her trying to run from the stage again and the client that paid for her.”
I don’t take my eyes off Turgenev, well more like I don’t have to because the girl is shoved again, dropping to her knees. I glance from the corner of my eye to my right just as she looks up at Turgenev with the most disgusted look she can manage.
“I will not let that pervert touch me again. He’s disgusting, I’m not his and never will be. I don’t even want to see his face. That fat fuck disgusts me!” She yells out.
Turgenev looks ready to kill her., “You’re lucky that you’re my brother’s fucking daughter or else I’d kill you. Get your ass back to work, mutt! If the fat fuck wants to shit on your chest, you’ll let him!” He growls. He eyes his man. “Get her ass out of here.”
The guy picks her up by her arm. She looks like she’s seen better days. Her skin is a dull, dark, faded golden-caramel color that should’ve been rich. Her hair is wild and wavy down her back. She has a black and blue eye that seems to be healing, yet she grits her teeth as though none of this fazes her. Her eyes quickly darted around. I knew she was about to do something absolutely fucking nuts but I didn’t know what so I watched.
Her eyes finally make it to my lap where my gun is resting, she doesn’t even hesitate as she quickly looks back up at me then my gun. If she thinks I’m going to stop her suicide, then she’s wrong. I mean I came to kill all these fuckers, anyway; she’s just going to make this job easier for me.
She makes a dash for my gun, I watch as she picks it up and aims it directly at her temple, “You know that if I die, your money is as good as gone. I’m not fucking that big shit. I’ll blow my brain matter all over,” she states with no fear in her voice. She side-eyes me, smiling for the first time, “I’m sorry if I ruin your suit. It looks like a good suit, sir.”
There’s something about the way she eyes me like a piece of candy that stirs something in me but that can’t be. Only Tatyana can do that for me, right? Plus, that’s not what I’m here for, anyway. I clear my throat, smirking at her, “Thanks for the compliment. It is a pretty fuckin’ good suit, so how about you don’t ruin it with your brain matter? Let me do you one better…”
She eyes me, darting back and forth between me then Turgenev.
“You want me to fuck you, instead?” she eyes Tatyana, who is probably staring at one guard like a piece of candy, then she looks at Turgenev. “I’ll take him, I just can’t do the other one. He’s disgusting, please.” She begs.
I chuckle. “A pretty little thing like you should never beg to be fucked.”
I am right about one thing, she’s young, way too fucking young for my forty-year-old ass, but I wonder what kind of asshole Turgenev is to put his niece to work like this. I shake my head as I stand from my spot. I close the buttons on my suit and turn to grab Tatyana’s hand. After she stands, we take our leave.
Turgenev’s eyes widen. “Wait! I’ll give her to you and wipe my slate clean. We have no beef with you. It was my dumbass nephew, and he fucked up when he came after what was yours, but she’s my most valuable thing here and I won’t even blink an eye if you take her. You have my word.”
I chuckle. Turning to eye the girl then Turgenev, “All right then.”
