The Don And His Flower

52

Six Months.

The woman was now six months pregnant. Six long months she had carried not one but two babies inside of her. She gripped the edge of the sink, throat aching as she bent back over to the running water. The putrid contents came out of her once again, displeased with the raw burning in her body. The pounding of her head increased as she felt the braids she wore get picked up. 

It was the middle of the night, almost a full thirty minutes that she had stuffed her face with ice cream and burnt crusted brownies. The soothing touch of a cold cloth on her skin gave her some source of ease. "Pochemu the nay pozval menia, tsvetok?" Her husband's voice lulled her nerves. Why didn't you call me, flower?

The words were unspoken from her.

Her anger wasn't understood. Imani quicky moved up from the sink. Sitting up straight, her head was back before gargling her mouthwash. Valis kept his eyes on her scarred flesh in the mirror. The man could tell she was irritated.

Sexually.

Emotionally.

Physically.

Mentally. 

All irritated as she gargled once more replacing the mouthwash with cold water. The mint freshness was crisp as she avoided the man, going back to the bedroom. Looking at the time, Imani nearly scoffed. 

3:48 a.m.

This would be night eight.

Valis was leaving her during hours of the day. Leaving her during hours of the night. It was intolerable, at this point. "What's the excuse this time?" She sighed, the comfort of the soft sheets on her skin as she turned her back to his eyes. His silences was deafening to her heart as she assumed he was crossing off the mental excuses in his head. Of course, he'd pick the one that he always use.

"I had business to attend to-"

"Oh okay."

The comfort of her sheets was torn from her body. Free hand swatting back, she gasped in disbelief as Valis gripped her wrist. Stopping her wanted attempt at backhanding the Don. "Let me explain something to you." He tried to say his piece, muffled words only met with a hard slap of Imani's pillow. 

"Get the hell away from me, you cheating bitch."

Eyebrows raised at her amusing accusation, Valis let her snatch the covers from his hand only to snatch them back. "Cheating? Oh now that is a new one. Come here." All traces of exhaustion substituted with a hefty lust as he turned her to her back. 

"You think I, Valis Kholodov, your husband, has been with someone in our late nasty romantic hours? Imani." He sighed as she tightened the sheets, yanking them back from him before going to her side. She was convinced in her own illusion. She was convinced in something the man probably can't convince her otherwise.

He sighed, ignoring her briefly for a quick much needed shower. Unbeknownst to his wife, Valis had spent the few nights between two places. The first place was the basement of the main compound where his brother remains captive. All they've done was argue and bicker. The soldiers hadn't touched Nikolai, per the Don's request. Valis was losing his wit ends to make amends with the sibling.

His anger was justified.

Especially considering that his husband was among the other innocent bystanders that had gotten caught in the mafia life. But he couldn't simply let Nikolai go. Not when he's made such promises on harming his wife and child. Not when he's expecting two more in less than four months. The basement would have to be his home for the time being. Valis still hasn't full put such half trust into Travis Morcan after finding out Nikolai had sent him back into Sontarc. The Don knew that Travis Morcan had his own motives. Motives that he had yet to find out. 

The second place was at the second compound. It was a bit further from the home, which definitely could explain him coming home during such late hours. There was a private workshop inside the compound. Its where a majority of the Kholodov guns and weaponry get made. He's been planning and planning, deciding finally to make one of his wife's dreams come true. Valis had been sketching and deciding the different forms of which ring his wife would love for eternity. 

He wanted to put a new name to the Kholodov name. 

What better way than to put a custom ring on his wife's finger? An heirloom that starts with Valis and Imani. One that'll pass to his heirs and so forth.

Finally after planning and secret occasional drawings, he had finally been taking the steps forward to begin making the tear-jerking jewelry piece. All that was left was a private wedding. An intimate moment that'll be shared between him and his wife.

The hot water was shut off as valis finished cleaning himself from the smell of burning metal. Escaping out the shower into the steam, Valis quickly prepared himself for bed. Waiting for him, upset and tucked under the sheets lay Imani. 

"You," She sniffled, eyes watered as he joined her body. Body heat radiating as she was pulled into his chest. "You don't find me attractive, do you? Not anymore. Valis." The touch of his lips against hers was soft, simple but with so much denying meaning. There were such words ever created to describe the things that this woman made him feel on a daily basis. The falter of her breaths was soft. Eyes wide in surprise as Valis had hiked her leg up, sliding inside of her as she palmed his chest. "Valis." The whimper came out with a moan, eyes twinkling as she felt them maneuver. The woman cried out his name once again, in her usual soft rasp. 

He moved a single braid from her face, watching the discomfort subside with secreted needs being met happily. Hands moving from his chest to his shoulders, Imani let her head fall to the side, eyes squeezed shut as their bodies rocked. "Valis, oh..Yes baby."

Imani couldn't contain her lips, mouth trying to suppress such moans as he gave a sudden rough thrust. "Move it. Now." He ordered, another hard thrust given. 

Unhappily, she let her hand fall from her lips. Soft rasped moans drowned from the occasional grunt or curse of her name that Valis had given. "So good." Forehead against her, Valis let his eyes shut, savoring the feeling between her legs. 

Heaven.

Imani was his heaven.