𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐦

TWENTY-SIX

"It's Dark but just a game."

26
Reign I Gusev

Forbidden things have a charm. She's a woman with a loud mind, but she sits in silence with a smile plastered on her face knowing you could punish her at any given time.

I knew I had to have her when I saw her, she is born to be a queen—someone you'll sacrifice yourself or someone for. It's in my religion to tell her to be dangerous the world will rise and fall at her feet. A woman's cruelty comes from ancient anger. Cruel to some, a goddess to other's. What else could you want other than ethereal beauty and her brain.

A voice calm like the ocean even when she's angry, but when her eyes get emotional it's the best part. I will forever drink her, I could spot her glow in any room full of a weak man's slutty remains. She's my future, mother of my future children, it's my duty to remind her.

I had my share of women in the past, I aim to please. However, the idea of turning only Amina's body inside out, makes me want to tie her up naked with her legs wide open. I know dominance is a secret kink of hers, my cock hardens just thinking about it.

"Reign are you okay?" Those warm hands grasp my face calling for my attention.

I took her wrist to lay a kiss on her soft palm, "Of course princess."

"You know you shouldn't smoke those." I would happily smoke while your filled up of me in that tight cunt of yours.

"Nyet?" I took another puff letting the toxic smoke fill my chest. "Bad habits die hard."

Her eyes got lost in mine she whispered, "Yea, I guess they do."

Don't look at me like that.

It was very quick when she blinked the gaze out her eyes leaving me by the stairs of the jet to head inside.
I put my cigarette out ready to follow her when I got a phone call.

"Speak."

"Mne ochen' zhal', ser." (I'm sorry for this sir)

I slightly lifted a brow ready to respond with questions, but in the next second a number of trucks rushed to onto plane grounds. I rolled my shoulders looking towards the sky in frustration.

Taking my gun from off my hip in preparation, I made my way on the plane. I hurried to notify the pilot to start take off, after I looked out the window to see many armed men leaving out vehicles ready to fire.

That's when a clueless Amina came out the bathroom drying her hands.

"Ami lay on the floor." I muttered taking my suit jacket off.

She then asked, "why what's going on—,"

The sound of a hundreds bullets ringing through the air for our direction still as the plane begun to move for takeoff. I ran for Amina pulling her to the ground covering her body, feeling the plane take off. Turbulence and the bullets made the plane unsteady, Ami shook underneath me.

Once the shots stop I went to look out, and to no surprise Ivanna steps out the car in disappointment.

My phone rings.

I spoke to my family about Ivanna she's just a pain in the ass as she always been. Her hopes of taking Ami away before a marriage happens. I don't want to have to cause harm to my own mother, but she's another loose end not minding their fucking business. 

I answer the call refraining from speaking.

"The girl will no longer be your prisoner, either you set her free or we'll continue our game of tag. And son you know I never got the chance to stick around for my children like I wanted— so if there is god heaven I pray you believe me when I say, this is my only promise to you."

The line disconnected.

Ami hesitantly got off the floor browsing around panting. She reluctantly sat beside me unsettled, as she burned a hole into the side of my face.

Suddenly, I've been intrigued, mostly moved by the gesture. I haven't had the chance to experience war in a while nevertheless my alleged family.

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"Reign.. what is it you want from me?"

I look over at Amina as we shifted in the moving vehicle in route to her mother's home. I took notice that she was quiet the rest of the flight here. I wouldn't appreciate her not speaking to me, still her reaction was justified.

I took her hand in mine, "I'm sure it's obvious." I replied kissing her knuckles.

She pulled it back making my eyes shift to hers, "I was almost killed by whoever is after you."

I deeply sighed, "I wouldn't let anything happen to you, I will do better." I promised.

She scoffed shaking her head, "I-I this is crazy. You are crazy, I won't just accept this. It's all insane!"

"Da, you want to run?" I asked her looking ahead playing with the silver rings on my fingers.

I thought I heard her swallow a large sum in her throat before responding recklessly, "every chance I get I will run from you, I no longer care for the consequences or your repercussions. This is not what I asked for—you are not what I asked for." She spat out in disgust, actually wiping her bottom lips off.

I wouldn't say I'm easily pushed think cruel intentions. I am just one man with an empire to run and name to uphold. I must keep everything I claim in line or things won't fall in order.

I fucking don't take disrespect not even from my own mother, and trust me her time will come. A confused beauty is under my nose. Obviously Amaya's life lessons didn't get through to her, and we just landed in Brazil.

Things do work it self out, don't they?

I reached for my phone to call my brother Roscoe.

"Bring Polka to the location, he's helping Ivanna. Do what you must. Ne uvlekaysya his pulse must still work." (Don't get carried away)

"Ah Polka smcht. What a fucking shame, kusok der'ma predatel'." (Piece of shit traitor)

People may not like my methods on life therefore there's not even a small chance to give a fuck. Born or taken in, it's a solidified sem'ya(family).

There's a shit ton of weight behind this last name, you better not fuck it up. Family first, power immediately after.

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