Russian Mafia Tsar [18+]

Chapter 7 - Trapped

Mia awoke to sunrise outside, she was in a soft luscious bed, in a huge room with floor to ceiling windows and a door leading to a large patio outside. The door was slightly ajar and a light morning breeze was playing with the white see through curtains. The interiors looked very expensive and well done, with wood craftsmanship all around the walls.

It took her a few seconds to open her eyes and then the events of the past night came rushing back into her head.

She squeezed her eyes shut and put her hands over her face. Maybe if she closed her eyes, it would all go away. She wanted to not remember the bloody dead man on the sidewalk and Kirill's confession of who he was and why he called her.

Finally, she wanted to forget her feelings for him.

How could she still have even a smidgen of respect and desire for him after she saw what he did last night? How could she stoop so low, she kept asking herself.

But her heart told her otherwise, loud and clear. The way he protected her yesterday, the way he felt no remorse when avenging what was his, entrenched her feelings of desire for him even more.

She wanted just that in her life. A real and dangerous man by her side, not a office amoeba flaky idiot which always seemed to be around her.

Then she thought of Ari. What was wrong with him? Why couldn't she fall for someone like that?

He was too boring, too predictable...too safe.

If she was with someone like Ari, she would know the trajectory of her life up to the minute. Marriage, babies, maternity leave, giving up her career, him providing for her by working late nights and building a bigger business for himself.

Eventually, he would cheat on her, she would forgive him to save the family. After the kids were a bit grown, she would start up a business again, interior design or something of the sort. The same get togethers with family, beach vacations, birthday parties, etc, etc., maybe a divorce in their 50s or 60s.

She saw it all on the palm of her hand but she wanted passion, adventure, and risk and she wouldn't be able to get any of that with someone like Ari. But Kirill, he was a different story.

She heard him talking Russian quietly on the phone with someone on the balcony. She slowly got out of bed and tip toed to the door. Discreetly opening it to the main living area, she slipped out just as Kirill stepped in from the patio. He saw her and urgently stepped toward her. He had been up for hours and waited for her to wake up.

She instinctively stepped back, afraid of him and memories of the dead young man still swirling in her head.

"No, please, I won't hurt you..." he started earnestly "Come sit, come." he nodded and held out his hand.

Mia slowly walked around him and took a seat on the plushy cream coloured armchair. She looked at the water on the table and Kirill noticed, he quickly approached and poured her a glass, crouching down beside her to give it to her.

With uncertainty, she took the glass and began drinking, she was parched, she downed the glass and set it on the table. He poured her another but she didn't touch it, she just sat there looking straight ahead with her hands on her lap.

He sat there crouching, his hands crossed and looked at her expectantly. He wasn't sure how to assure her that yesterday was no big deal. That scumbag deserved what happened, he touched her, he touched what belonged to Kirill and he should have known it would end like this.

"Ok, look-" he began but she interrupted him as soon as he started talking.

"Who the fuck are you?! You killed that guy yesterday, you just shot him in the face! What am I doing here?!" She started to get up off the chair and yelling at him in a panic. "Are you a murderer? What do you want with me!? No, don't touch me! Get away from me!" She swatted his hands away as he tried to reach out to her.