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Anatoly

A couple of weeks later.

“Brats, the Cartel Oro wants to sell us some Snow. The svoloch’ is pushy,” Lev says, tapping his finger on the desk.

“We need to meet and review what Oro has to offer,” Czar says, pulling out his cigarettes.

Czar grabs one, lights up, and inhales. Lev takes the cigarette case and grabs one, lighting up.

“Da, we can’t trust that crazy Cartel Boss,” I say, looking at the text from Gigi.

Gigi ~ I’m so wet.

Fuck me!

When she tells me that, all I think of is sinking my hard cock deep inside her tight wet pussy. I’m always thinking of the different ways I’ve fucked her, trying to cross off her naughty list. It doesn’t help that I think of fucking her in the club’s bathroom. That’s so hot. I shift in my seat, trying to release the pressure.

“But we have the alliance with the Capo Fuentes,” Lev says, looking at me.

“Yes, but I haven’t talked to him since the episode at his club.”

“That’s right, we never found a connection. It has to be the Magee Mob trying to fuck with us and cause issues with the Cartel,” Czar says, rubbing his beard.

“Contact Fuentes and find out if he knows anything about his Boss's plans. I need some information on what Oro wants from us. It’s not as simple as selling us his shit,” Lev says, pressing his lips.

“I’ll make contact,” I say, nodding.

“Also, I think that we need to review everything on Mikhail. Volkov insists that he’s ready and doing great as the stand-in Brigadier. He’s worked hard, moving up the ranks. His file appears in line, and he has handled the Soldiers and Balakin’s businesses. Let’s meet with him and review everything,” Lev says, taking a drag of his cigarette.

“Da, the file on Mikhail looks good, and I agree, we should meet him,” Czar says, pushing off the chair.

He walks over to the bar in the corner and pours some Vodka into the crystal glass. He takes a drink and returns to the table.

“Mikhail Popov is about six months younger than us and was born in the same hospital. I’m bringing this up because I found his birth certificate, and he’s registered as Mikhail Popov Kravtsov. He’s been using his Mamma's last name since he started working as a Soldier,” I say, looking at the file.

“Fuck, what does that mean,” Lev asks, gathering his brows.

“We need to ask him,” I say, looking at him.

“Da, what if he’s a Brat,” Czar scoffs, rubbing his chin and lowering his eyelids.

“Let’s talk to him ASAP,” Lev hisses, pressing his lips tight.

“Right, I’ll set a date and time to meet with the Cartel. We can call Mikhail today to see him,” I say, typing on my PC.

“Da, that sounds good,” Lev says, nodding.

“Da, the sooner the better. We need to learn if he’s our Brat and why he didn’t reach out to us. We’ve been dragging this out with Mikhail, and we need answers,” Czar says, leaning back into the chair.

“Da,” I hum.

Later.

“Mikhail is here,” I say, looking at my Brats.

“Good, let me get him,” Czar says, pushing off the chair.

A couple of minutes later.

“Pakhan,” Czar says, standing at the door with a man beside him.

I look at him; he seems like the photos we have in our file. We’ve been monitoring him since he took over for Balakin. We needed to know if he was part of the coup that Balakin had attempted on Pakhan, our Otets.

“Mikhail,” Lev says, pushing off his chair.

“Pakhan,” Mikhail says, greeting in the traditional Russian greeting, the firm handshake and the triple cheek kisses.

I stand and walk around the table.

“Mikhail, great to meet you,” I say, greeting him.

“Da, glad to meet,” Mikhail says, looking at me.

Mikhail looks at us with confidence and openness, and that’s good. We don’t want our Brigadier to be afraid of us, especially if we’re Brats.

“Mikhail, have a seat,” Czar says, walking over to take a seat.

“Mikhail. We’re short on time, so let’s get to what the meeting is about,” Lev says, sitting on the chair up straight.

“Da,” Mikhail says, grasping the armrests.

“We’ve reviewed everything about you. We need to know why you’ve been working in Bratva as Mikhail Popov, especially since your full name is Mikhail Popov Kravtsov. We need an explanation,” Pakhan asks.

“Da, that’s correct. I’m Mikhail Popov Kravtsov. I wanted to get into Bratva, and using Popov was easier to do so,” Mikhail says, looking at us.

“Mikhail, so you’re Kravtsov,” Pakhan asks, raising his brow.

“Da, I have the DNA to prove it,” Mikhail utters.

“Then why the fucking deceit,” Pakhan asks, staring at him.

“Pakhan, I didn’t want to deceive you, but my Mamma didn’t want Otets to learn of me; she was afraid for my safety. But as I got older, she told me, and I wanted to get near Otets, so I started working for Balakin,” Mikhail says seriously.

“So, you were aware of Balakin’s plan to do the coup,” Pakhan hisses, leaning forward.

“Nyet, no one in Bratva knew except for the two guards that were always at Balakin’s side. Volkov didn’t’ know,” Mikhail says, stone-faced.

Mikhail looks at us, and I don’t see any devious plan. He does have the same cobalt blue eyes, dark hair, height, and athletic body as Otets.

“Da, I terminated the svoloch and his guards,” Pakhan hisses, lowering his eyelids.

“Da, Otets was avenged, and you’re now Pakhan,” Mikhail growls, nodding.

“Mikhail, I’m going to take your word, and I want to talk to your Mama,” Pakhan says, nodding.

“Thank you for trusting my word; it means the world to me. I know that Mamma would be happy to talk to you,” Mikhail says.

“We’ve been reviewing all of your work, looked into all of your background, and we’re pleased. You’ve increased the bottom line. You’re doing a great job with all of Bratva’s business. So, you deserve the promotion; I’m making you Brigadier, Pakhan says, rubbing his beard.

“Thanks,” Mikhail says, lifting his chin.

“You’re now the new Brigadier, and I want you to report directly to me and work closely with us. Anatoly is going to set up a meeting with the Cartel Oro, and I want you to attend this meeting along with Anatoly,” Pakhan says, raising a brow.

“Thank you, Pakhan; I’m honored to be the new Brigadier, and I’m here for anything. Yes, I will work with Anatoly on this Cartel meeting,” Mikhail says, nodding.

“Great,” Pakhan says.

We exit the Broadway theater, and I look at my Soldiers, lifting my chin. They’re here, guarding Gigi and me. I’ll be damned if I give the Cartel the opportunity to take what’s mine. I still don’t know who her Dad is, but I will soon. I’m going to have to talk to Fuentes after the meeting.

Da, that works.

We walk around the cars, heading to my black Range Rover parked in the corner, my private parking spot.

“Baby, did you enjoy Romeo and Juliet?”

“Oh my, it was terrific. I never dreamed of seeing the play Romeo and Juliet. Their story is such an amazing love story. There was so much heartache and forbidden love, and their death was so tragic. Thank you for taking me to see the play on Broadway; now I can check it off on my bucket list,” Gigi grins, leaning into me.

“Da, Baby. I plan on helping you check off everything on your bucket list, especially the naughty bucket list,” I growl, pulling closer.

I swing her around in the parking lot next to my car and kiss her hard, with hunger that never ceases, and it’s only getting stronger. I thought it would lessen, but I was wrong. I know now that I’m not ever letting her go.

“Baby, I’m so happy that you enjoyed the play; where do you want to go next?”

“Anatoly, I want to go to Fuego and for you to fuck me in the club,” Gigi says, moving her hand and clutching my hard cock over my pants.

Fuck me!

“Fuck! You have me so damn hard,” I hum, pushing her against my Range Rover.

I run my hand down and grab her luscious ass, pulling her close. I kiss her deeply, sucking her tongue and nipping her lower lip. I pull back, gasping for air.

I gaze into her huge hazel glazed eyes, moving my hand under her dress.

“Baby, we’ll go to the club, and I’m going to fuck you in the bathroom against the wall,” I rasp, sliding my finger under her panties.

I slide my finger over her wet pussy, rub her swollen flesh, and kiss her. I devour her mouth, rub her wet pussy.

“So, fucking wet for me,” I growl, sinking a finger inside her tight pussy.

“Yes, just for you,” Gigi moans, moving her hips, trying to rub her pussy against my hand.

“Come for me, Baby,” I growl, kissing her neck and sucking her sensitive flesh.

This sexy, hot woman is all mine.

I feel her tense, and then her sweet honey gushes onto my fingers. I fall to my knees, lifting her dress and tearing off her panties. I throw her leg over my shoulder and lick up her honey, sucking up her pussy.

“Anatoly!”

“That’s it, Baby, remember that this pussy is mine. I’m your man, the one fucking you.”

My cock is throbbing, so damn desperate to sink inside her tight pussy. I suck her swollen pussy, moving my lips to kiss her inner thigh. I push up, undo my pants, and pull out my steel-hard cock. I lift her, and she wraps her legs around my waist, holding onto my shoulders. I gaze into her heated eyes; she gasps for air, and my heart swells with pride that I have made her feel good, and she’s mine.

“Baby is me fucking you against my Range Rover on your naughty bucket list,” I ask, thrusting my thick cock inside her.

“Yes, yes! Fuck me now!”

I grab her ass and hold her against my Range Rover, fucking her hard. I feel her inner walls grab my cock, making me crazy. I push her dress aside and take her nipple in my mouth, biting and sucking. I move to her other breast and do the same.

“Anatoly!”

“Baby, come for me!”

I suck her nipple, feeling her pussy clutch my cock. I move my hand to rub her pussy, and feel her tense. Her warm honey spurts all over my cock, her pussy clamps down, milking every drop as I orgasm.

I kiss her hard and deep, feeling my cock jet my seed deep inside her.

“Baby, I love filling you up. I don’t want you to clean up because I want my cum to drip out of your little pussy.”

“You’re so damn horny, I love you to dirty talk,” Gigi groans, holding onto my shoulders.

“Yes, all the fucking time, just thinking of your tight little pussy, always wet for me. I love the photos you send me when you're wet and swollen. I love fucking you everywhere,” I rasp, pulling out.

I fall to my knees and spread her legs to look at her little pussy full of my cum. It’s dripping out, making me fucking hard. I rub her pussy, smearing all of my cum.

“Your pussy is full of my cum. I’m taking a photo of your tight little pussy,” I say, pulling out my cell.

“Fuck! That’s so damn hot, but you better not show my pussy to anyone!”

“I’ll never do that; you’re my woman! I don’t share, ever!”

“Si, you’re my man, but Anatoly, you have to put a ring on it,” Gigi says, raising her brow.

“Da, I will as soon as I can get to it. Besides, it’s supposed to be a surprise,” I scoff, looking at her.

“Si, you got a point. I’ll wait, but not for long,” She says, staring at me.

“Da, ASAP.”

I tuck my cock back into my pants and pick up her panties. I shove them into my pants pocket.

I stare at her swollen breast and take her nipple again, sucking it hard. She wraps her arms around my neck and groans.

“Oh my god, you make me so damn hot!”

“That’s right, I’m your man, and I’ll always take care of your little greedy pussy,” I growl, moving my hand to rub her swollen pussy.

“Ah, maybe we can go to your apartment so you can sate my greedy pussy,” She moans, grabbing my hard cock.

“Fuck, yes, let’s go,” I growl.

I pull away, adjust her dress, tuck her breasts back, and open the passenger door. I get into the driver's seat and drive to my apartment.