Page 26 of Nobody Wants Me (Volkov Bratva #5)

V ictor

I had awoken a beast and I fucking loved it.

Holding onto my wife’s hips as she took her pleasure, following my guidance as she rode me on the sofa of Ivan’s main room. It wouldn’t be long before we headed back to reality and with it, the risk to her life. For now, I was going to enjoy our peace and quiet.

I pulled her down onto my length and groaned. I felt the pull of her within my balls.

Since last night, we had sex four times. This was our fifth time. I had made her orgasm every single one of those times, and watching her now was a fucking dream. The way she moved.

I moved my hands from her hips to her ass, holding her tightly in my grip, and I groaned as I did. She felt so fucking good.

I loved to see her tits bounce as she slapped down onto my cock.

I loved to see my naked cock, slick from her orgasm, sliding in and out of her.

I had pumped my seed into her four times, and with how she was moving, it was going to be a fifth time.

Gritting my teeth, I tried to hold onto what semblance of control I had.

When it came to Freya, it would seem I barely had any control. I wanted to fuck her so badly.

And then, there was no control, as her cunt tightened around my length, and I couldn’t hold back. I came, screaming her name, holding her hips in a bruising grip, as I pulled her down and emptied another pulse of seed deep inside her.

I’d gone from not wanting a wife or a family to craving it.

I don’t know what had changed. Maybe it was the reality check of knowing there was a chance we might not be able to get what we wanted, and I didn’t like that.

It made me realize all the things I did actually want with this woman, and that no matter what, it was going to be a fight to get them.

I hated how life threw us curveballs.

Afterward, Freya collapsed against me, and I held her, pressing my face against her neck, breathing her in. I didn’t want to let her go, but we were going to have to leave soon.

Silence fell between us, and I wasn’t in a rush to change that. Minutes ticked by, and I was happy to just hold her.

“Do you think we could stay like this forever?” she asked.

I smiled. “We could, but slowly we would starve to death, and possibly start trying to eat each other.”

“Ew, that’s gross,” she said, pulling away.

My cock was still balls-deep inside her. I held onto her hips, as she looked at me.

“I just ... I know this is coming to an end, and knowing that, it’s kind of hard to ... you know, let go.” She sighed. “Will you become a dick when we get back home?”

I smiled. “No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Will you accept that cabinet I made for you?” I asked.

The quilt she had made for me was on the back of the sofa. I intended to take it with me, and wherever we went, I was going to fold it up and carry it with us.

“Yes.”

“Then I won’t be a dick to you.”

She chuckled. “Are you telling me you would have still been a dick to me if I said no?”

“There could have been a possibility.” I rubbed my thumbs against her hips.

“You know, there is a chance I might be pregnant?”

“I know.”

“You’re not ... worried?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I want kids. Don’t you want kids?” I asked.

She licked her lips, and her gaze seemed to go off somewhere behind my shoulder.

“What is it?” I asked, giving her hip a gentle squeeze.

“I don’t know if that makes me a bad person,” she said with a sigh. “I mean, my life isn’t exactly a guarantee. What if I have a child, and then something bad happens, and I’m not there? Is it selfish of me to want children, especially knowing my life is not ... you know...”

“No, it’s not selfish, because I’m not going to allow anything to happen to you.”

“Victor, you can’t guarantee that. It seems to me The Grid gets what they want,” she said.

“They want The Beast and The Butcher, and they’re not getting them.

They will not get you, Freya. Trust me, it’s not going to stop me from putting a baby inside you, and then you and I are going to have a life together.

We’re going to have fun, and there isn’t a single person here who is going to stop us. We have each other,” I said.

“You sound serious.”

“I am. I’m a man who is used to getting what I want. When I don’t, I make sure those that fail, pay. You will live, Freya. You will live to see our children grow old. You will see them get married. You will have a good life. This is my vow to you. This is what I owe you.”

“Victor, you don’t owe me anything,” she said.

But I did, because she didn’t realize it yet, but she had given me something I didn’t think I would ever have. She had given me hope in a world I had only accepted as a dark hole of shit. She had become my light.

Freya had become my everything, and I was not going to allow anyone or anything to take her away from me.

****

I van

Staring out across the garden where Victor lived, I didn’t like this feeling. It was the same feeling that had come over me many years ago when my father sent me to get killed. The man hadn’t been able to finish the job, and I, against all odds, had survived.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Slavik asked.

He was heading back to his own territory. To Aurora, and his kids. He had the family I always wanted, and I was happy for him. That was why I chose Aurora for him.

I knew they could make it work together. As long as he got his head out of his ass, which he did.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” I said.

“Ivan, you and I both know it has been a long time since this happened. You’re quiet. You’re not meddling with Victor’s marriage. You’re not ... smiling.”

The truth was, I rarely smiled. I was happy for my men.

Volkov Bratva was thriving in ways I had only ever dreamed about.

I had taken us out of the gutter and made us something great.

It had come at a cost. Many years ago, I had lost my wife.

No one knew about her. Well, Niamh knew.

The wife to Peter, one of my Brigadiers.

“Freya is my sister,” I said.

“I heard.”

“And she has a death threat against her that I can’t control.”

“It’s why I’m here. It has been a long time since you have been unable to control something like this. You’re out of your comfort zone.”

“No, I’m not,” I said.

I would figure it out. It all came back to Harris.

Demanding The Beast and The Butcher, they thought I was going to take the easy road, which told me they didn’t know who they were dealing with.

I had never in my life taken the easy road.

I was happy to take the hard road, to get knocked, to have setbacks, to keep fighting.

I loved breaking the odds, and coming out the victor.

I had even faked my own death, and the shit that came from that was nothing more than child’s play to me. It had all been easy.

But this time, things were different. Freya was my sister.

She had a shit life that I know of. I had been able to get the truth out of the men who claimed to be her brothers.

They had told me how they would scare her nearly to death, that for a whole year, she wouldn’t go to sleep at night for fear of what they might do.

She would sleep during the day, and then at night, she would stay awake, waiting.

They found it funny. How they would drag her out to the pool, and force her to hold her breath under water. Nearly killing her because of how much they pushed.

They hadn’t been laughing by the time I was through with them. My sister had lived a shit live, and then I gave her to Victor.

Now, I know their wedding night hadn’t been ... pleasant. Not killing Victor was difficult.

It was like a switch had been triggered inside my head, and I wanted to protect her.

I wanted to take her away from all the shit that had come her way, and tell her it was going to be okay.

Only, The Grid wouldn’t allow me to fucking do that, because they had a hit out on her.

There was a way to bring The Grid down, I just didn’t know how.

“This started with Harris,” Slavik said.

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “This started with my father.”

“He’s dead, Ivan.”

I looked toward my friend. “Yeah, I know, and from the grave, he is still fucking with me. But don’t worry. I will figure this out, and then there will be nothing left.”

Slavik got to his feet and put a hand on my shoulder. “Of that, I have no doubt. No one is stopping you, Ivan.”

****

F reya

I hated planes and helicopters, and it would seem spending years trapped on my father’s—no, fake father’s—property, it wasn’t easy for me to move.

We didn’t go to Victor’s place. That would have been easy. Instead, we went to Peter Orlov’s territory. We didn’t stay with them. There was a special safe house, and we had some luggage, and none of it was my sewing equipment.

We had left Ivan’s private island, and were now locked in a secure location. The Butcher was there, and she hugged me, welcoming me. She didn’t stay. No one stayed. The house was secured with just Victor and me inside.

I didn’t know if this was better or worse than being on an island. The windows were boarded up, so there was no way to see the outside. I wanted to cry. Only, I took a deep breath, folded my arms across my chest, and looked at the windows.

“Cozy,” I said.

Victor didn’t say anything.

“Is this what it will be like?” I asked. “Because I think I would be quite happy to run the risk of starving to death.”

He moved up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “Peter has this place closed most of the year. It’s a safe house he hasn’t used in quite some time.

It’s boarded up because of a bad storm a couple of years ago.

If he opened it and didn’t stay here, it would raise suspicion. Going to a hotel would be too risky.”

“Will all the places we stay in be like this?” I asked.

“No. This is a test,” he said.

“A test?”

“To see who is watching.”

“How long are we staying here?” I asked.

“Three days.”