His To Claim | 18+

CHAPTER 8

ANDREI'S POV

     “What do you mean the operation has been compromised?” I asked completely pissed off.

  I was sitting in my home office sorting out some paperwork, and then I received a call.

  “It's the Italians sir.” Viktor, my right hand man said on the phone. “They set a bomb in the warehouse.”
“So what is the status report?” I asked.
“Unfortunately, all the products and the men involved were blown up.” Viktor replied.

    Damn it!

Those fucking Italians are always getting on my nerves.

  “Call up Nikolai, tell him its an emergency.” I said before hanging up.

My body was shaking with anger at this point, I needed to cool down or else I would break something.

I walked out of my office and into the masters bedroom. There, I saw Mariah lying on the bed in a blood red lingerie while twirling her hair seductively around her fingers.

“What the fuck is this?” I asked with disgust in my voice.
“Hey honey” She started in a sickening sweet voice as she stood up from her position on the bed and started walking towards me “It's been a while since you touched me and I- I miss you so much” She pouted with fake tears in her eyes.

She began carresing my chest as she took of my suit jacket. I stepped back.

“Mariah, not now.” I boomed in anger, gritting my teeth.

“B-but sweetheart I just wanted to-”
“I am in no mood for your nonsense, please just let me be.” I said before sidestepping her and making my way into the bathroom.

Mariah and I's marriage has always been a marriage of convenience.
To fully become Pakhan of the Russian mafia, you need to have a wife and when I turned 30, I still wasn't married and my position as Pakhan was on the line. That's where Mariah came into the picture.

   I met her in the club one night, naturally, I was attracted to her because she is a very beautiful woman. We started sleeping around, and after a while I asked her to marry me.

   I offered to pay her of course, and we made a deal that she could do whatever she want in the marriage, sleep with whoever she wanted but after five years, she would have to give me a male child and then she can leave.

   The problem is, now I'm not attracted to her anymore. And I don't want her to bear my child anymore. Instead of imagining her pregnant, I'm starting to imagine a certain brunette with green eyes and curves for days.
I know it's too soon but I can't help but imagine how beautiful she would look carrying my child.

My cock hardens at the thought of breeding Natalya and filling her with my seed as I step into the shower. Cold shower it is then.

After my shower, I stepped out to find Mariah sitted on the bed with a bottle of vodka in hand. Typical.

  I ignore her and I walk into the closet, getting dressed in some sweatpants and a black tee before walking out. I was planning on walking out to go check on Natalya, when mariahs voice stopped me.