Page 48 of Scarred (Russian Sinners 2)

“That’s ok,” I told him. “If anyone can find out where he is hiding all his assets, it’s us.”

Once we proved he had unsecured satellite channels fraudulently sold as secured, we would strike Malcome where it hurt the most. His bank account. The government will put holds on all his legal assets and we would seize all his illegal ones. Then we’d take it a step further. At the end, I intended to make him suffer slowly and painfully.

We sat there in silence when I decided to drop the bomb. “I plan on leaving you in charge for the next few weeks. I have some personal things to take care of. Ilya is coming with me.”

He raised his eyebrow but to his credit said nothing just nodded. We went over all the details he needed to take care of, and within twelve hours, I was in my private plane, flying to St. Petersburg with Ilya.

It was time to show Olivia she belonged to me.

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When I got to my home in St. Petersburg the following day, Tasha was fast asleep and I was told Olivia went out after my niece went to bed. All the staff was surprised I arrived, since I made sure nobody was notified.

I waited to hear that she had returned home. I had a bodyguard on her at all times, which of course she knew. He informed me she was on her date with her girlfriends at Woody's restaurant downtown. I ordered him to ensure she wasn’t left alone with her date. I didn’t care if I seemed like a jealous boyfriend.

The anticipation of seeing her soon gnawed at my insides. Just the thought of her, made my cock hard and heavy. She had inched her way into every fiber of me without even trying. And I wasn’t sorry at all. I was hers and she didn’t even know it yet. I guess when they said love struck, this was what they meant. All my reason struck out of my head, and the only thing on my mind was Olivia.

I headed to the pool, needing to cool off. Otherwise, I’d find myself too wound up when I saw her. Last thing I wanted to do was scare the shit out of her. Fifty laps later, my energy was still on the edge, my cock hard as a rock from thoughts of her.

I always swam naked so I made my way to the edge of the pool, leaned my back against the wall and shut my eyes imagining Olivia’s mouth on my cock as her blue gaze locked with mine. It was a wrong image because it only made my cock harder. I had to get a handle on myself with her, otherwise I’d scare her and that wasn’t my intention. I wanted her to always feel safe, with me and in this world because she’d always be protected… even by me if need be.

I put my hand on my dick, and although it wasn’t as good as Olivia’s would surely be, it was enough to help me release the tension. I fisted myself with her image in mind, her lush mouth around my cock and her small, soft hands cupping my balls. That image alone was enough to have me explode. I gripped the pool’s edge and growled as hot cum spurted into the pool.

I heard the soft noise and my eyes snapped open.

Olivia was standing at the edge of the pool, staring at me with her mouth slightly open, and her blue eyes huge with surprise. My pulse raced. I let go of my cock, leaned back, and relaxed.

It wasn’t exactly how I envisioned we would see each other again after a whole week apart, but I was amused nonetheless. Besides, it wasn’t like I could revert back time.

She was dressed in a light blue dress that matched her eyes perfectly. Her bruised cheek was healed, that creamy skin flawless. She had been haunting my dreams for the past week but she looked even better.

“Hello, Olivia,” I greeted her, like she didn’t just catch me jerk off.

“Um, sorry,” she muttered. “I didn’t know… you came back,” she added, her breaths shallow.

Chapter Eighteen

Olivia

It was well past midnight when my date dropped me off in front of the outside gate. I didn’t want him driving in through the gate. Katja and her boyfriend were in the back seat and I was grateful I didn’t have to be in the car alone with him, at any point. He was a nice guy but that was it. He leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, and for a moment, I slightly stiffened. I had to refrain from pulling away when he leaned in to kiss me. Ever since Malcome, I didn’t particularly like being touched. Nikolai’s kiss was an exception. My thoughts and body reacted completely differently to Nikolai.

I forced myself to relax and focus on this moment. After all, it was just a kiss, but nonetheless, I didn’t enjoy it. I slowly pulled away and hurriedly scooted out of the seat, forced a smile at him, and said a quick goodbye as I shut the door to his vehicle.

It didn't escape me that my body didn’t react the same way it did to Nikolai. Why didn’t I react this way to Nikolai? I actually liked his closeness. It’d been a week since he’d kissed me but it was as if I could still feel the lingering warmth of his lips pressed against my cheek.

Thinking about tonight’s hangout enhanced how much I missed my own friends. Barely a month ago, I partied with my best friends, traveling across Europe. And now all three of us were here in Russia being protected by different men. So close but so far away.

God, I missed Scarlett and Anastasia. I liked Katja. She was fun but it was more of an acquaintance than a friendship. Anastasia, Scarlett, and I had a different kind of bond that tied us together. All three of us suffered tragedies and helped each other through them.

I stopped the thoughts before they continued down a dark and unyielding path and turned my attention to the house before me. The steel spikes topping the high brick wall surrounded the entire property, barricading the outside world from the large marble mansion that occupied the center of the property. You could only see one side of the house from one specific spot on the street. Otherwise, you could never locate it from any spot outside of the fenced area. I had double checked. Every time we left for our outing to the park or when I’d sketch nonsense around the yard, just to keep my skills and form going, I’d always look to see if I could catch a glimpse of the outside. Unless you went all the way out to the fence, you couldn’t see the street. It was the same when looking from outside in; the house had perfect privacy from prying eyes.

I quietly typed in the code to the gate and entered through the outside, ensuring it shut behind me before proceeding on foot. Without looking around, I knew there were guards spread all over the property. Nikolai took safety very seriously, they had surveillance cameras and security everywhere.

I walked quite a while before the house rose in front of my eyes. Just like before, it took my breath away. From the moment I laid my eyes on it, I felt awed by it. It screamed money, wealth, and power.

I was used to wealth; my grandfather had an abundance of it. My father craved these kinds of riches his entire life. It was exactly that which got him into Malcome’s debt.

It wouldn’t bother me at all to live a modest life instead of this facade of the life my father fabricated with Malcome’s money. The house we lived in, the cars we drove in; it was all provided for by Malcome and I hated it. He even ensured he sent the clothes he wanted me to wear for events. I could never forget that we had been bought. I would have preferred living in poverty and retaining my dignity than continuing on in the charade my father had created.

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