Page 23 of The Obsession
Chapter Fifteen
Maksim
Once we started, we couldn’t stop. Varya has become a drug to me and I need her more and more. Every minute of the day when I’m dealing with my men, all I can think about is sinking inside of her and burying myself to the hilt. I couldn’t help it.
“Everything has been quiet this week,” Boris mentions in a meeting.
All of my ranking men are seated around the conference table so we can discuss what is going on with Markov Bratva. Everything has been quiet for the past three days which gives Sergei only a couple of more days to give us back our property. The only thing that is different is I’m not giving Varya back.
The woman is amazing in bed and can take my cock. She loves it when I have her on her knees and I’m fucking her from behind. She is insatiable just like me. I already know she is my new addiction.
“Have we heard back about any of the property?” I question and look around the table.
All of the men are smirking. They know I’ve been fucking my way through the past three days. Every chance I get, I’m taking Varya to new heights.
We still haven’t left the house and that’s because I don’t trust Sergei. He’s bound to attack and I don’t want him to attack me like he did the last time. The last time will be the only time he catches me off guard.
“Get him on the line,” I inform Boris and Lennie. “It is time we talk to him about what is expected. Plus, I want my shit.”
What I don’t tell them is the fact we could get attacked because we don’t have the guns. I also don’t tell them that it is only a matter of time before the Italians come knocking on our door to get their shit. I have managed to keep them at bay this whole time, but there is no telling how long that will last.
Boris nods and dials Sergei’s number who answers on the first ring. “I’ve been expecting you, Maksim.”
I roll my eyes. He is such a cocky little asshole. “Yeah. It is like you begged me to call. Where’s my shit?”
“How’s my wife?”
I couldn’t stop the shit eating grin on my face. “Very good.”
“I bet. She was always a whore.”
“Don’t call her a whore.”
“I decided I wouldn’t give you back your stuff. You know? You took my wife. I took your stuff. It’s a simple trade, I think.”
My hand flexes and wants to slam against the table out of frustration. “Sergei, I want my property back.”
“I didn’t want my wife to be fucked some asshole like you. Looks like we both didn’t get what we wanted.”
I toss the phone over the table towards Boris. I’m about to flip the fuck out and I don’t need that broadcasted through the bratvas.
“You want it, you got it,” Sergei chuckles and hangs up.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Boris chuckles and looks at the dead phone.
Lennie is the first one to pipe up. “It means, he’s going to attack us at full speed. We’re fucked! We need bombs, we need the government to go away so we can deploy the bombs. We aren’t going to get fucked out of this.”
What I didn’t tell Lennie is I have landmines circling my property and if anyone comes through it who is not welcomed, I can deploy the bombs. I’m tempted to show them it, but I decide against it. I will keep that my dirty little secret.
All of the men at the table are talking about how to strike back but there is only one way to get him to stop. He needs to be ended permanently and quickly. Once he’s dead, he will leave us alone and stop interfering in my bratva. I don’t need him in my business anymore.
There is a knock on the door to the outside and when the door is opened, Varya is standing there with a phone in her hands. I didn’t think to wonder if she had a phone or not, but then again, I didn’t strip search her when she came here.
“What?” I ask.
She is shaking as she holds it. “Sergei says to bring me back or he will kill me. Then he will kill you and my family. Please take me back,” she cries out loud with the phone extended.
Lennie grabs the phone from her and tsks. “You’ve been tracked, haven’t you?”
