Phoenix's Revenge

14.

Phoenix POV

We get back to the penthouse and head upstairs to our bedroom. We both get undressed and I slump onto the bed in just my bra and a pair of new underwear since he ripped the last pair. I hear a bath start to be drawn and feel his presence over me. I open my eyes as he sits me up, reaches around my body and unhooks my bra. He then moves down to my legs and gently slips my underwear off, trailing kisses down as he goes. I let out little sighs of contentment, the soft feeling of his lips on my skin makes me melt into the bed. His strong arms lift me up and he heads to the bathroom. He gently sets me in the bath.

He strips and gets in behind me. I lean back against his strong chest as he rubs little patterns on my arms.

"Are you okay?" He asks breaking the comfortable silence.

I know he's asking because of all the events that have happened. He wants to know if he went too far, but to be honest it's refreshing. Some people need to be coddled and that's all great and fine for them, but I just need to be treated normally.

"You were great, Nikolai. I need you to treat me normally. I'm not going to break."

He kisses the top of my head.

"Okay, sweetheart."

We spend a while in the bath. The water turns cold as we both revel in the calm, the safety. He finally gets out and we both dry off. We skip clothes and we booth climb into bed, drifting off in each others arms.

...

"Get your ass up, Bernie! It's time to go kill some Italians!" I yell while bouncing on the bed.

"Call me that again." He grumbles.

As soon as I do he grabs my foot and pulls. I land on my backs and he climbs over me, pinning my hands by my head.

"I never said you could go."

Idiot.

I roll my eyes and knee him in the butt, hard. His grip slips and I turn us so that I'm on top. I grab his throat like he's done to me so many times and lean down next to his ear.

"I didn't ask."

I hop off of him with a wink and a smirk and head to get ready. My parents got a tip that some Italians were still here in Russia. That there is a stronghold disguised as a club. The plan is that Tommy and I are going in, since Nikolai's hand is still smashed. He'll be the scout outside while we try and bring this little operation to its knees and grab some higher ups to...question.

"Ready?" Tommy asks. He's in a black button up with the top few buttons open and some black pants. I chose a shear, gold crop top and light wash ripped jeans. I need to be mobil, but also look enticing. Nikolai heads down the stairs and beelines it for Tommy. He gets inches away from him.

"Not. A. Finger. You or anyone else."

Tommy fakes being hurt, but nods nonetheless.

We head downstairs and choose to take a black suv. We pile in and head out. My leg bounces in anticipation for the upcoming violence. It's about goddamn time, I think as I check the sheath that's strapped around my thigh containing my knives. Tommy has my gun since he can hide it in his waistband. We pull up to the club and we both unbuckle but before I can step out, Nikolai grabs my arm, his face deadly serious.

"If you get in trouble, you turn and run the other fucking way." I nod and peck him on the cheek. I turn and exit the vehicle.

As Tommy and I enter the club, it seems as if every pair of eyes is on us. He puts his hand around me and pulls me into his side. I give him a confused look and attempt to pull away but his hand stays firm.

"They're looking at you like you're meat." He says in a low growl. Aw. He's protective. We head further in and see the office that we need to get into. It's supposed to hold information about other strongholds. We walk to the dance floor and take dance with each other.

"The bartender is a girl, distract her and I'll slip into the office." I whisper. He nods. As he walks towards the bar, I walk towards the door. I get there undetected and try the doorknob.

Locked.

I take a bobby-pin and pick it. Thanks uncle Calen. I twist the knob and step in while quietly closing the door behind me. I rush to the desk and start gathering everything I can. I have a photographic memory, so all I need to do is look at them and I can jot them down later.

I see an address. Gonzo Manchettis resides at 112-

The door know jiggles.

Shit shit shit. I put everything back as the door opens and a large figure walks in.

"Tommy! What the hell you scared me."

"Sorry, but we have to go. Now." The seriousness in his town sends shivers down my spine and I nod, immediately following him out. Just as we approach the exit, the men close the large double doors and we hear the lock slide into place.