Mr & Mrs Black

The sparrow.

Lucas P.O.V

I woke up to Violet wrapping her leg around mine, our entire body entangled.

What the fuc-I fucked Violet.

The memories of Violet made me smirk, finally. Violet believes that this was just a random arranged marriage, oh no. I have owned her from the day we met, no doubt about it. I pressed my thick lips against her forehead before slowly maneuvering off the bed and putting joggers on. I quickly snatched my phone from the bed stand, walking hastily towards the door to hear some of my men sat downstairs.

I opened the kitchen door to find Dimitri, Nikolas, Vladimir and Andrei sat round the island that was settled in the middle of the kitchen. "Morning Boss." I nodded in their general direction, walking past and heading towards the spare seat that stood empty.

"So Dimitri, when did you start fucking Bo?" His eyes snap up and glare at me intensely. I raise an eyebrow, smirking at him while knowing it would piss him off. Dimitri has a brother who runs a German mafia, Bo marrying him will make our families connect. She isn't blood related but Violet thinks of her as a sister, it is all going smoothly.

"I haven't had sex with her. I'm waiting for her 16th in January, then I will take what is mine. She is my Моя маленькая роза." My little Rose. 

"So you plan on claiming her the Russian way?" Nikolas questions, leaning forward on his bruised knuckle. Nikolas was always so curious, he liked to know every detail about every story. He didn't miss a thing.

The Russian way is basically taking a girl's virginity, claiming her and marrying her. Then to fill her with a child, the child is the last step before fully claiming a girl, hence the teen mothers. However, we play by the rules and way til 18 to Marry and impregnate our women. Russia does not fuck around.

Dimitri just nods, his dark hair shadowing his face and enhancing the natural contour of his cheekbones that he inherited. His mother is German but his father is Russian, the famous Dedrov family. The resemblance is uncanny. Dedrov's are known for brutality and merciless murder.

"What about you Lucas? Claimed Violet yet?" Dimitri leans toward my direction, a small smirk daring to enlarge on his large lips.

"Stupid idiot. Have you seen his back? I think we can all tell that he got it good." Andrei rolled his eyes in sarcasm before expelling a small chuckle. What's wrong with my back?

"Speaking of back scratching, there she is." Vladimir mumbles pointing at the mini TV that showed the cameras that were set up around the house. I lean further towards the screen, it was a woman. It was Violet, dark ink blanketing her porcelain skin and short hair that was starting to grow a little more. I felt a shot of arousal bleed into my veins.

"Lucas. Brother. When you stop drooling, you will realize that she is trying to unlock the front door. While wearing your shirt and well...just that." Vladimir coughs out, blinking rapidly to distract him. I glare at him for the snarky remark but when I hear a loud click of the front door, my legs start running towards her location.

I come to a halt when I see her crouch down to talk to a little boy that looked about 9. His fingers wrapping around her index and middle finger as she whispers gently to him.

The boy's eyes meet mine and it is made clear he is tired and distraught. Tears coated his clear pale skin. Violet then picked him up, his legs wrapping around her waist and head dropping to her shoulder. She turns around, gasping when our eyes meet.