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Czar

The next day.

I run on the treadmill, looking at the news on the Television mounted on the wall. I like to see what’s happening in Russia, the US, and New York. I like to know about everything that’s happening and how it’s going to affect the Bratva. I look at the clock and turn off the treadmill.

I walk into my bedroom and look at Mia sleeping. I scrub my face and walk into the bathroom, pulling off my shorts and sneakers. I walk into the shower; the shower heads turn on. I lather up, but my cock is fucking hard. I slide my hand over my cock, hissing. I need her, but I’m going to jerk off in the shower. She needs to rest. She was a virgin, for fucks sake, and I fucked her all night. She’s going to be sore.

I can’t get Mia off my mind. She’s still sleeping on my bed, where she belongs. Once I tasted her sweet pussy, and fucked her, I couldn’t let her go. But she needs to go home before Conti learns about this. Not that I care, she’s fucking mine. I have to figure out how to keep her. But the politics are fucking insane. I leave Mia a note and walk out of my apartment. just in time to meet up with my twin.

“You’re late. Tell me that Mia is not in your bed,” Anatoly hums, walking to the car.

“Da, she is.”

“Fuck! You’re asking for trouble.”

“Nyet. Don’t you say a word? I’m going to figure it out.”

“Nyet. You know that you could be causing a fucking war. Lev will fucking kill you if his contract falls through.”

“It won’t. It’s signed. He’s claimed Valentina. It’s all working for him.”

“Why don’t you tell him that you claimed Mia? You took her fucking virginity. What were you thinking? You have to marry her.”

“Da. I’m going to marry her, but I have to figure out how to get Conti to agree.”

“Yeah, well, if you got her pregnant, you will be in fucking deep shit.”

“Da. That could be a possibility since I couldn’t keep my hands off her.”

“Fuck, Brat, you mean your dick. You’re fucking pussy whipped.”

“Da. And I love it. On another note, I was watching the news, and there are a lot of girls missing on our turf. Those fucking Irish are taking them, I know it.”

“Da, but we don’t have proof,” Anatoly hums.

“Da. I’m going to have to get it. I want you to look into the underworld dark web for information, and maybe our informants know something,” I say, walking to the black Range Rover.

We all drive Range Rovers; it’s our thing. It’s bulletproof, ensuring safety and peace.

“Da, will do. Okay, let’s hurry and take the food to the shelters,” Anatoly says, looking at his cell.

“Da.”

I pull out of the parking garage, and the Soldiers follow us. Pakhan doesn’t want us to go out without backup.

I drive down the streets and pull into the grocery store. We go inside the store and to the corner office. We stop at the door to talk to our contact, the manager.

“Hey, Larry.”

“Hi, Czar, Anatoly,” Larry says, smiling.

“Do you have our order ready?”

“Yes, it’s ready for you. Let me get my guys to help you take it to your car,” Larry says, grabbing his cell from his desk.

“Sounds good,” Anatoly says, nodding.

We follow Larry to talk to the guy who’s going to help us, and we help take out the carts full of food.

The Soldiers help us load up the food.

“Thanks, Larry,” I say, lifting my chin.

“Thank you, and we want the same for next week,” Anatoly says.

“Right. I’ll have it ready,” Larry says, nodding.

We wave and get into the Range Rover. I pull out onto the street, with the Soldiers following us. I drive to the shelter where we like to help out. It’s a shelter for mothers and children who are homeless. Mama always helped with the little she could, and then when we had the money, we started helping out.

I pull into the parking lot, and we get out. I wave at the manager who works the shelter. She walks over, smiling.

“Hey, Czar, thanks for bringing the food,” Billie says, grabbing a bag.

“Welcome, it’s something that gives us great pleasure to do,” I say, taking a bag.

I lift my chin at the Soldiers to help us, and they walk over.

“This food is going to help feed more women and children that come in to stay warm,” Billie says, walking into the back door to the kitchen.

“I’m glad to hear that the women and children will have a good warm meal,” Anatoly says.

“Is there anything else you need,” I ask, raising my brow.

“We do need some blankets, pillows, and hygiene essentials,” Billie says, smiling.

“Don’t worry, we will take care of it,” I say, nodding.

“Oh my, you two are so kind, and we appreciate everything you do. I’m sure that your Mama will be proud of you two,” Billie says, clasping her hands.

My heart skips a beat, and I smile, nodding. It still hurts to think of Mama. I look at my Brat; he’s already ordering the supplies, and I know that they will be here within the hour.

“Billie, you have my number. Call me if you need anything else,” I say, smiling.

“I will, thank you, Czar, Anatoly,” Billie says, smiling.

“Our pleasure. We’ll see you next week,” I say.

“Brat, get Mia home before you get her pregnant and start the war,” Anatoly huffs, closing the door to the Range Rover.

“I will.”

“You will what?’

“Both,” I hum, smirking.

“Stupid mudak,” Anatoly scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“Nyet. Mia is mine; she’s my woman.”

“Da. I pray that you do get to keep her because I don’t want a war with the Conti Famiglia. Pakhan will be pissed off,” Anatoly hisses, lowering his eyes.

“Da. It’s all good. I got this,” I hum, waving my hand.

We walk to the elevators, and my fucking dick is hard just thinking of her in my bed.

Fuck me!

My twin gets off on his floor and glares at me before the elevator doors close. I grind my molars, watching the number flash impatiently. Finally, the elevator stops, and the doors open. I walk out and look in my apartment.

“Mia?”

“Czar, I’m in the kitchen.”

I smile and exhale the breath that I was holding in. I’m so happy that she’s still here; I was afraid that she would leave.

I walk into the kitchen, and Mia is leaning against the countertop, drinking coffee. Her hair is wet, and she’s wearing my T-shirt. I can see her tight nipples, clearly visible since the wet material clings to her breasts. Her wet hair soaked the t-shirt, and she looks so damn sexy. She’s making me so damn hard.

“Oh, Baby girl, you look so sexy,” I growl, walking up to her.

I rest my hands on the countertop, one at each side, caging her in. She smiles at me, and her eyes are looking at me with the fucking I need you look. She licks her lip, smiling at me.

“Ah, you want something.”

“Oh yeah, I want some.”

“You still want more?”

“Yes. Always want some more of you, more of your sweet pussy,” I grunt.

I lean down, lick her nipples, and then take one in my mouth over the wet t-shirt. She moans, grabs my hair, and wraps her leg around my thigh. I run my hand up her leg, and I go crazy. She’s not wearing anything under my t-shirt. I rub my fingers over her wet pussy, sucking her nipple.

“Czar, I need to go home,” She moans, pulling me closer.

“Baby girl, yeah, but I want to fuck your tight wet pussy.”

“Hmmm, yes.”

I sink my finger inside, and her inner walls grab it, making me crazy. I move my hands to her hips, pull her up, and set her on the countertop, pulling off the t-shirt.

Mia rests her hands behind her on the countertop, and she looks so damn sexy, simply a fucking goddess.

I undo my pants, and they fall to the floor. My cock is hard, so damn ready. I stroke it, looking at her firm, perky breasts, and I watch her spread her legs open. Her pussy is wet, swollen, and pink. She rubs her pussy, biting her lower lip.

“Baby girl, you’re so damn sexy,” I growl.

I lean down and suck her swollen flesh, loving to hear her yell. I run my hot tongue up and down her pussy lips, licking her honey. Mia grabs my hair pulling me closer and rubs her pussy onto my face. I grab her ass, hold her still as I fuck her with my tongue, and bite her pussy lips.

“Oh, Babe, you make me crazy.”

Fuck!

She loves me to eat and fuck her tight pussy. I suck her pussy like sucking on a juicy orange, making me crazy, my cock throbs.

“Baby girl, I need to bury my cock deep inside your tight pussy,” I growl, licking her pussy from her tight rosebud up to suck her swollen flesh.

I feel her tense, and she explodes. I look at her honey gush out, and I suck it all up. I then grab my cock and thrust deep inside, holding onto her hips. I gaze into her heated eyes, and I grind against her pussy.

“Fuck me harder,” She whimpers, wrapping her legs around my waist.

I fuck her hard, feeling her inner walls grab my cock tight with every stroke. I fall over the edge with her as she clutches my cock tight and explodes.

We take another shower together, and I take her again. Then we dress, and I hug her close talking to her in a low tone.

“Baby girl, I want to take you home. But I need to see you later tonight. How about dinner?”

“Ah, it sounds great, but it would be hard unless I tell them that I’m going with Valentina.”

“Okay, now let me take you home after we eat breakfast.”

“Okay, I’m wearing your sweatpants and t-shirt.”

“No worries, take them.”

I drive her home, and drive up the long circular driveway. I stop in front of the big double black steel doors. I turn off the Range Rover and stare at the big house. This house was Conti’s brother's house, his Underboss, right-hand man. He was killed in the Mafia war. I look around the property, and I don’t see a single Soldier. I look at the house; it’s dark; only the front door and one interior light are on.

Where the fuck are the Soldiers?

Fuck!

“Baby, where are the Soldiers?”

Mia looks around and shrugs.

“They’re not here since Mama isn’t here. I don’t stay here often, so there is no need for Soldiers.”

“Fuck, I don’t like you being here alone.”

My heart tightens, and my gut churns. I can’t leave her alone.

“I’m going to be okay. I’ll change and call Valentina. She’ll send a Soldier to pick me up. We have to keep our cover,” Mia says, resting her hand on my arm and gazing at me.

“I don’t like it. Let me go inside with you.”

“But you have Bratva business to do.”

“Da, but you’re more important. I’ll work on what I can through my cell phone.”

“But what if we get caught? I don’t want Don Elio to hurt you.”

“Conti won’t hurt me. I got this. No worries.”

“Ahhhh. . . . oh my, you will do that for me,” Mia whispers, wide-eyed.

I shift in my seat, move my hand around her neck, and pull her close. I kiss her deeply, slowly, enjoying her. I pull back and rub my thumb over her lips.

“Baby, you are very important to me. I want you; I need you, and I won’t allow anyone or anything to hurt you. You are mine.”

I gaze into her expressive golden-brown eyes, and they shimmer, tearing up. A tear rolls on her cheek, and I wipe it with my thumb.

My heart skips a beat feeling her so damn deep, connecting with my soul. It’s now that I realize that she’s it.

She’s not a fuck toy, she’s my everything.

“I’ll stay with you. We can order some food and watch a movie.”

“Okay, that sounds awesome.”

The next day.

I walk into the office and walk over to grab a drink. I’m going to see Mia tonight, and I can’t wait. Everything is happening so damn fast, and it’s fucking insane. She’s fucking addictive, and I want her all the fucking time.

I walk over to my desk and turn on my PC. I take a drink of Vodka and pull out my silver cigarette case. I pull one out, and I light up, inhaling deeply. I exhale, release the smoke, and look at my twin.

“Do you have any leads on the missing girls? I want to get the fucker that’s taking them from our turf. I know that Pakhan wants all of the information before we set our plans in motion,” I say, looking at my twin.

Of course, he’s typing on the keyboard, shaking his head, before he stops typing. He looks at me, leaning back into the black leather chair.

“Brat, I have some information on the missing girls. We were right. The fucking Irish, the Magee Mob, are taking the girls from our territory. They’re selling them on the underworld dark web.” Anatoly says, looking at the screen.

Pakhan walks into the office, holding the cell phone. He looks at us, raising his brow.

“What was that?”

“Pakhan, I was telling Czar that the Magee Mob are selling girls on the underworld dark web. It proves that they’re the ones taking the girls since the images match the ones on the police report,” Anatoly says, crossing his arms.

“Fuck, we need to get the girls out,” Pakhan snarls, running his fingers through his hair.

“I think that we need to search their warehouses; they might have them there,” I say.

“Da, and if they’re not there, we need to put Soldiers on them. We need to get this done ASAP.”

“Da. I’m on it,” I say, pulling out my cell to send out the orders.

“I have a message from Varkov; he wants to meet up. It’s time to decide if we want to make Mikhail Brigadier. He’s been handling Emil Balakin’s business and Soldiers. Varkov believes that he’s earned being a Brigadier,” Pakhan says, grabbing my cigarettes.

“Da, we can review everything before meeting up,” I say, nodding.

“Da, I’ll gather everything and send you the file. Then we can decide,” Anatoly hums, typing on the keyboard.

“Da. The next few weeks, until I marry, are busy, and I don’t want to have any commitments. I’m focusing on Valentina,” Pakhan says, smiling.

“Da, everything is going so fast. Tomorrow is the engagement party,” I hum, nodding.

“Da. I don’t want you to fuck it up. Don’t fuck around with Mia,” Pakhan says, lowering his eyelids.

“Nyet, I’m not. I want her, she’s not just a pussy,” I growl, gathering my brows.

“So, what are your plans,” Pakhan asks, raising his brow.

“I want you to help me with Conti,” I say, grinding my molars.

“Nyet. It’s not the right time. I need to marry Valentina before we talk about Mia and you. I don’t want to piss him off,” Pakhan says, rubbing his chin.

“Nyet, that’s not good enough. What if Conti takes an offer for Mia? I’m not going to let her go; she’s mine,” I hiss, curing up my lip.

“Conti is focusing on Valentina, so don’t worry. We need to figure out why it would be beneficial for him to marry Mia off to you,” Pakhan says.

“Fuck! I’m not going to allow Conti to sell Mia to any svoloch’!”

“Da. But you need to wait,” Pakhan hisses, pointing at me.

“Da. I’m going out with the Soldiers to check out some Magee warehouses. I’m taking the girls out,” I hiss.

“Da. Anatoly keep track of Czar and the Soldiers. But what should we do with the girls,” Pakhan says, looking at us.

“We can take them to the shelter that we help out. They can help them return to their families. Of course, we should help the shelter more,” I say, scrubbing my face.

“Da, that’s a great idea. I’ll contact Billie so she gets ready for the girls,” Anatoly says.

“It’s a great time to do this; it’s early, and Magee Mob won’t be expecting it,” I say, nodding.

“Da. Get this done,” Pakhan hums, walking over to the bar.

The Soldiers surround the warehouse, looking and listening for the girls. This is the third Magee warehouse; the other warehouses were empty, but we did see evidence of girls being there. They must rotate the girls from one warehouse to the other. It's the only thing that makes sense. I watch my Soldier open the steel door, and I follow. I signal for the Soldiers to enter. We search for the girls, but the warehouse is empty.

My cell vibrates, and I pull it out of my suit jacket. I stare at the text.

Anatoly ~ Where the fuck are you?

Fucker!

I slide my fingers over the cell phone to text.

Czar ~ Warehouse near the dock.

Anatoly ~ Da. On my way.

I stand in the middle of the warehouse, pressing my lips and holding my Glock. I look at the empty wood storage boxes, and I don’t see anything.

“Boss, we found a hidden door. We found eight girls tied up,” Kir says.

“Da. Show me,” I say, nodding.

I follow my Soldier to the back room that we had searched, but we didn’t see the secret door on the concrete floor. It’s now opened and leads down into the ground.

“What the fuck! It’s an underground basement,” I growl, walking down the steps. The room is dark, and a single light bulb hangs in in the center. I look at the girls, grinding my molars.

My Soldiers stand around the girls, holding a flashlight. The girls are crying, shivering from the cold. They’re dressed in thin material white slip. The room is filthy, with vomit and blood splattered on the concrete floor.

It fucking stinks!

Fuck!

“Please, don’t hurt us,” A tall blonde says, wide-eyed.

“We’re not here to hurt you. We’re here to help you. We’re rescuing you and taking you to the shelter that will help you return home,” I say, resting my hands on my waist.

My gut twists, and my blood boils with rage. The girls are far too young.

Stupid svoloch’!

“Thank you,” the blonde girl says, crying.

“Get them out of here and into the van. We need to hurry,” I hiss.

I watch my Soldiers cut off the plastic ties and lift a girl in their arms. They walk up the stairs, and I follow them. I’m going to fucking make sure that the girls are safe.

We get to the black van, and the girls start to get inside. Then the fucking bullets start raining on us. I fall onto my stomach, pulling my gun out. I shoot at the men as I run to take cover behind the garbage dumpsters.

“Take the girls out of her,” I yell.

I shoot at the suka that’s shooting at me between the eyes. His head explodes like a watermelon. I move to the left, walking behind the storage container. I shoot at the svoloch’ running into the parking lot and watch them drop onto the ground.

“Search the back of the building and take them out! We don’t want any to get away,” I yell.

My Soldiers and I hit more of the Magee's crew. I turn around, and a fucker is aiming at me. I shoot him between the eyes.

Da, it’s my signature shot.

The son of bitch manages to hit me even though I move to the side, and the fucking bullet pierces through my bicep.

It fucking hurts!

Son of bitch!

My arm throbs, and I look at the wound. It’s not very deep, but it’s bleeding.

I look up just in time as another Irish fucker creeps up to me. I smirk and pull the trigger, shooting him between the eyes. The surprised look on his face was priceless.

The gunfire stops, and Anatoly runs to me, shaking his head.

“I told you to wait for me, you stupid fuck,” Anatoly growls, crouching next to me. He tears off the bottom of his white shirt and wraps it around my arm.

“I’m good; let’s get going before more of Magee’s Crew shows up,” I hiss.

“Da,” Anatoly snarls, shaking his head.

“Kir, light up the sky,” I growl.

“Da,” Kir says, nodding.

I watch him walk to the SUV and pull open the back gate. He pulls out the gas cans and signals the Soldiers. They run over to him, take the gas cans, and split up into teams. They quickly splatter the gas.

My twin and I walk over to his Range Rover. I slide onto the passenger seat and stare at the fire roar to life.

“Let’s get you home so we can have that wound checked by the doctor,” Anatoly hums, turning on the SUV.

“Nyet. I’m good. It’s a scrape,” I growl, fisting my hands.

“Nyet! It needs some stitches, so shut the fuck up,” Anatoly yells, pulling out of the warehouse parking lot.

“Magee is going to have a rude fucking awakening to the Bratva laws,” I hiss, smiling as I watch the flames roar up to the sky.

“Svoloch is going to regret messing with us,” Anatoly hums, nodding.

“Da. It’s two blows that we managed to do in one night. We grabbed the girls, destroyed the warehouse, and the docks are now compromised for a few days because the fucking police are going to take their time investigating,” I hum, leaning back into the black leather seat.

Minutes later, Anatoly pulls into the apartment parking lot. We get out and walk to our private elevators.

“Brat, the doctor should be here in a few,” Anatoly hums, raising his brow.

“Da, but I need to take a shower. After the doctor sews me up, I have to see Mia,” I hum, pressing my lips tight.

“Nyet! We need to talk to Pakhan,” Anatoly utters in a low, angry voice.

“Brat, Pakhan is with Valentina. I need to get some security at Mia’s home. She’s all alone there, no fucking guards. I’m not going to have her stay there unguarded,” I hiss.

We return to the apartment; Anatoly shakes his head as I exit the elevators.

What fucking ever.

I take a quick shower and go to the office where the doctor is waiting.

“Hi, doctor, let’s get this done because I need to leave,” I say, staring at him.

The Bratva doctor is an older man; he’s been with the Bratva since Otets was Pakhan.

“Czar, let me see the wound,” Doctor Gorky says, pushing up his thick eyeglasses.

I take off my dark navy sweater and T-shirt. The doctor cuts off the wrap and examines it.

“You do need stitches, a few, but it looks good,” Doctor hums, turning to look at his bag.

It takes the doctor thirty minutes to take care of the fucking gunshot.

I drive over to Mia’s house, anxious to get there. She’s staying there since Valentina is always out with Pakhan. The house appears abandoned, and that’s not good. Starting tonight, I’m going to stay here with Mia. I don’t fucking care if Pakhan or Conti get pissed. Mia shouldn’t be left alone in our fucking world, it's fucking dangerous! She’s a fucking Mafia Printsessa, hmmm, Principessa. The underworld can take her for all sorts of reasons.

Fuck!

My blood boils, and I press down on the gas to get to her fast.

Conti doesn’t fucking care; he doesn’t have any Soldiers protecting her. What about her fucking brother and cousins? Motherfuckers are too busy fucking around. Da, I’ve looked into them. I can’t wait to meet the son of bitches at the engagement party.

I pull up to the front door and turn off my SUV. I get out, grab my bag, and walk to the front door. I pull out the key that Mia gave me, open the door, and walk inside, closing and locking the door.

“Babe,” Mia squeals, running to me.

I drop the bag and open my arms, watching her giggle.

“Baby girl, come here,” I growl, pulling her close. I kiss her with the damn wild hunger that makes me crazy.

Mia melts into my arms, and I grab her lush ass pulling her into my arms. I walk into the living room. I know the layout of this house, and I made it my business to know every weak spot.

Mia pulls away, running her fingers through my hair, smiling.

“I’m so happy that you’re here with me. I ordered some pizza,” Mia says, smiling.

“That sounds good. I can install the security system that I bought.”

“Okay, then we can eat and watch the movie.”

“Da, I can do that. It won’t take me long to install the equipment.”

“Good, the pizza should be here soon.”

Days later.

Pakhan walks into the office, looks at his cell phone, raises his eyebrows, and looks up at us.

“Brats, are you ready,” Pakhan asks.

“Yeah,” I hum, nodding.

“Da, I bet you are. You like Mia,” Pakhan huffs, rolling his eyes.

“Da, is there a problem with that?”

“Yes, you know damn well that Conti wants to marry her off,” Pakhan growls, gathering his brows.

“Nyet! I can marry her,” I hiss, shaking my head.

“Don’t even think about it! Conti is looking at a few offers. Plus, I don’t want any fucking issues with Conti. So, leave Mia alone,” Pakhan says through clenched teeth.

“Nyet! Brat, she’s mine, my woman,” I hiss, lowering my eyelids.

“Don’t fuck this up for me! Wait until after I marry Valentina before you do something stupid,” Pakhan hisses, resting his hands on his waist.

“You two are fucked up,” Anatoly says, walking into the office, adjusting his tie.

“Da, I won’t fuck it up for you! Pakhan, as my Brat, I’m asking you to help me get Conti to allow me to marry Mia,” I say.

“I don’t have time for this shit! Let’s go,” Pakhan snarls, walking out of the office.

“Where’s Ivan,” Anatoly asks, raising his brow.

“I don’t fucking know. I’ll see you at the party. I need to pick up Mia from her house,” I hiss, shaking my head.

“Nyet! You’re fucking up; what if you get caught,” Anatoly growls, looking at Pakhan texting near the elevator.

“I won’t.”

We walk out of the office and enter the elevator with Pakhan.