ROMEO - DEATH & MAYHEM a spectreverse short story [book R]

Chapter SEVEN

Anatoly (Tolya) Ivanov

"Zdravstvuyte, Brat.." I mutter as mysteriously steely blue eyes assess me, roaming over the reddened welt Lovey had left across my face and inspecting my mussed hair..

I never know what Stori is thinking, he is enigmatic by nature.. The kind of man who seems to know everything at all times and plays life like a chess board.. In truth, he reminds me a lot of my father and maybe that is part of why I had wanted to return to Darkport and join him..

"Why for do you barricade yourself in here alone, Tolya?" An amused grin draws at his weathered face as he makes a crude jerking hand gesture.. "Ah, I know, you are- how 'ze kidz say- 'beating ze' meat', da?

"Nyet.." I scoff with a dismissive chuckle and a half shrug.. Crass as ever he makes no attempt to ease any embarrassment on my behalf, instead he seems to revel in it..

"So then, where iz she, Anatoly?" Stori grins back at me, a suggestive wolfish smirk..

"Who?" I sputter, struggling to keep my gaze from wandering back towards the desk which conceals the secret I'd very much like to keep..

I had only just found her, my hope of a shot at happiness.. I won't risk Stori fucking it up or corrupting my chances with her.. Of course I have will tell him the truth in due time, but not before I formulate a plan to protection Lovey from the possible danger of affiliating herself to me..

He waves a dramatic hand, gesturing with manic gusto.. "Ze' girl.."

He couldn't possibly know already.. Could he?

My heart rate accelerates to a dreadful drum as I consider the breach of boundaries I had committed only seconds ago by succumbing to Lovey and her irresistible wiles.. "Uhem- what girl?"

"You know, kroshechnaya idiotka.. What her name iz-" He clicks his fingers as recall escapes him.. "Daffodil?-- Dandelion? Some'zing with a 'D'?"

"Oh.. Daisy." I breathe in relief, realising I will live to keep my eyes and quite literally see another day.. "I don't think I will see her again.."

"Why? Doez she not suck cock good enough?" He arches a blonde brow, brushing past me to step into the office, taking up a seat at the desk, just a few feet from where Lovey hides.. "Her mouth did not satisfy, eh? Ona slishkom mnogo govorit?"

Stori laughs at his secondary suggestion that perhaps she talked to much, which wasn't at all the case.. I liked Daisy, she wasn't the problem.. I was.. I had been reluctant to give her anything more than cheap and meaningless sex..