Page 93 of Nobody Wants Me
Four Months Later
Business was back to normal.
Ivan had left my home and taken The Beast with him.All the Brigadiers knew that The Beast had officially become the sixth of us and had finally taken Oleg’s place.Fuck me, that had taken a long time to deal with.Ivan was not known for acting quick.He always took his time.
There had been a few nasty things to deal with in the past four months.I had the pleasure of taking out a pimp who decided to beat women and girls in the street, and force them into cars to earn him money.He didn’t come and ask me for permission.
When my men approached him about it, he told them they could all suck his dick.It was a pleasure of mine to cut that dick off and shove it in his mouth, telling him to suck it himself.
No one did business in my territory without consulting me first.Since then, it had been quiet, and trust me, I kept an ear to the ground.My men knew to come for me.
Randomly, Ivan would drop in.Not to talk business, but to see my wife, his sister.Now that I knew Ivan and Freya were related, I could see the resemblance, but just barely.
Stepping out of my house, I watched as Freya stood with Rafael and tended to the garden.The flowers were now in bloom as we were fast approaching the summer.Spring had been quite warm.
The bruises had all faded.Sometimes she would wake up in the middle of the night, screaming.I’d hold her, talk to her, and just try to chase those nightmares away, but she was still afraid.I didn’t know what to do to make it right.She still mourned The Butcher.
Thankfully, she had finally gotten back to going to her sewing room, or sitting at her vanity table.Although, she didn’t take as long to put makeup on at the moment.I noticed she tried to fight the sadness.My wife was a lot stronger than I could have imagined.
She smiled at Rafael and then laughed at whatever joke he told.I wanted her to be happy, to smile.
I never thought I would wish for The Butcher to be back, but I did, every single day.That woman had saved my life.
Stepping out onto the lawn, Rafael greeted me and then gave an excuse to leave.
“You always seem to be scaring him away,” she said.
“I don’t mean to, and I don’t scare him away.He’s the one with all the tools, remember?”I asked.
“That is so true.”She let out a little laugh.“But I doubt anything could take you down.”
“You think I’m that strong?”I asked.
“I know you are.”She leaned in close and I felt her breathe in deeply.She loved to do this, and I held her.“So, when do we have to leave?”she asked.
Ivan had requested all the Brigadiers as well as their wives to The Beast’s new home, as part of a welcome as the final Brigadier.I had to admit I was shocked.None of us got a welcoming ceremony, but then, we were all pretty much decided quite quickly.
“Tonight,” I said.“Your bags are already packed.”
“Do you think we have to stay?Couldn’t we just go, and you know, attend the dinner and leave?”she asked.
Freya didn’t like to leave the house much.I figured this was down to what Harris had done to her.
“I wish we could, but that is not going to happen.”I pressed a kiss to the top of her head.“I’ll make it up to you.”
“You don’t have to make it up to me.I just miss this place,” she said.“It is home.”
“I knew that was true, but I also knew my wife was hurting.
By going to see The Beast as the sixth and final Brigadier, it was also acknowledging that The Butcher was gone.We still hadn’t had a ceremony to let her rest in peace.I had a sneaky suspicion Ivan didn’t believe her to be dead.
Whatever he had said to my wife, it had gotten her out of the depression that had gripped her, so I didn’t care what he said.As long as he didn’t give her false hope.The Butcher was gone, and I would do anything to have her back.Anything.My wife wanted to see her friend again.I had tried to encourage her to get to know the other wives, but she didn’t.
I glanced down at her wrist, and it held the ink that made her a Volkov Bratva, delicate ivy surrounding a V.Ivan had insisted she have it.Freya had already proven her loyalty to the Volkov Bratva, but also, she was Ivan’s sister.That gave her a bit of a free pass, but it also meant I had to take care of her, which I loved to do.
Stroking my fingers down her cheek, we hadn’t made love since before she was taken.The doctor had advised to give her a chance to heal.I knew she had plenty of time, but I also didn’t want to rush it.We would be together when Freya was ready.
She kissed me and wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her body against mine.Okay, this was proving to be a little harder than I wanted it to be.I felt the mounds of her breasts, pressing against my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her, not wanting to let go.She was like a breath of fresh air.
