his dark obsession

retaliation

Vladimir.........

The shrill ring of my cellphone yanks me out from under the hot showerhead. I’m not entirely sure how long I’ve been standing under the heat. I’ve probably used up most of the hot water in the tank, but it’s been worth it. I’ve been able to silence all the thoughts that rage and tear through my mind. The ringing ends as I step out of the shower and pull a towel around my waist. I can hear my Angel’s sleepy voice as she walks to the door. She’s talking to someone quietly before she opens the door and thrusts the phone into my chest.

"She’s definitely not a morning person", I think as I watch her grumpily walk back to the bed and throws herself down on top of it.

“What?” I ask as I push the phone up to my ear. My eyes stare down at angel’s ass that is practically being eaten by a pair of boy shorts right now. It looks so juicy and delicious, I’m half tempted to bite it and leave a bruise. And im confident she wont mind.

“Albanians took out a bank we own. Your needed down on the scene,” vasily snaps in my ear.

“When?” I ask.

“At five-seventeen this morning. Killed an onsite guard we had in the building,” he mutters over the sound of keys tapping on a keyboard.

“Is that the only casualty?” I ask.

“Yes. Are you fucking leaving yet?” he snaps at me.

“mind your tongue brother, I need to get some gear first. Who’s my onsite contact?” I ask as I turn away from angel.

She grumbles loudly, her head buried under a pillow. “Detective Nikolai will be leading the investigation hes one of us. Unfortunately, someone called in the bombing before we could call in our version of what happened,” he says.

“Fuck, so the news outlets will be trying to climb over each other to get the story?” I grumble.

“Yes, so leave your woman at home. We don’t need her face plastered all over the news. I’ve called what contacts I have in the media and I’m trying to get this downplayed as much as possible. But it’s the fucking media.”

“Fuck that she goes where i go, I’m not leaving her here alone,” I say as I walk over to the dresser. I grab a pair of jeans and a t-shirt out of it. Angel moves and I’m pretty sure she’s listening in.

“I don’t give a shit stop thinking with your dick an use your head if people are fucking with you to get to her what good would plastering her face on the news do?, leave her and get the fuck over to the site. I’ll text you the location now,” Vasily snaps before he disconnects the phone.

“Fucking cunt, if he wasnt my brother id gut him and cut out his tongue,” I growl as I slap the phone down on the dresser.

“What’s going on Vladimir?”  she asks, fully awake now. “Someone bombed a bank we own,” I growl as I yank the t-shirt over my head.

I’m not fucking happy with Vasily right now, not when he tells me to leave angel home alone. But I can’t fucking argue the logic. While she needs to be with me for the strength in number, this isn’t the time for her face to be shown. Too many unknown variables. Sitting up straight, her eyebrows lift almost up to her hairline. “retaliation for you bombing that restaurant yesterday right?”
“Yeah,” I say while pulling my pants up.
“You forgot your underwear,” she points out quietly. Looking down, I push my cock into the jeans and carefully zip up. “Nah, I don’t like wearing ‘em.” Shaking her head, she forces her attention away from my cock.

“Someone blew up your bank… because you bombed their restaurant?” “Looks like it. The risk of retaliation was always going to be high no matter what we did. That restaurant was a money laundering front for them just as the bank was for us,” I say as I sit down to pull on socks and my boots.