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His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 136. Dima
>>>>The End.>>>>I’ve been sweeping in and out of consciousness since their last bout of torture. God, my body is nothing but a house of pain. The laser they zap my body with has roped tight my muscles. I whimper, feeling the wetness gathering on my thighs. What is happening? Am I bleeding? With fear, I start to wring on the seat so my shorts will hitch up mid-thigh to reveal the wetness that has pooled in my thighs. While in my struggling process, I hear heavy footsteps edging closer to me and I peer up. There he is, waddling closer to me with a harsh gleam in his eyes. He pauses before me and I stare up at him not wanting him to smell even a string of my fear and despair. Oleg leans closer and cradles my jaw with brute force, rage gleaming in his eyes. I shudder and my inside recoils as his eyes find their way into mine. “Your knight in shining armor is out to get you.” He chuckles darkly. His thumb flicks over my parched lips. I curse him for laying his filthy
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 137. Dawn.
*****Epilogue.******Six months later.**The sounds of my laughter file through the air as Yulia fills me in on Dasha’s tantrums. Something the toddler lately developed. I laugh while shoving the food down my throat, feeling more happy and safe than I’ve felt in the past year. All my paranoia vanished and now I’m even adding more weight. Jeez. I never knew I had it in me. However, I’m not eating much as the doctor advised so it'll not make my baby fat in the belly, hence difficulty in giving birth. So, that means what’s making me add weight is happiness. Wow, I never knew it’s possible until I found myself in the position. The last six months have been a water shed in my life. I thought I’d lose my pregnancy after all the torture I went through but no. I got lucky that the doctors staunched the bleeding and saved my child. Now, my belly is out and my child is growing peacefully. Dima has never stopped fussing over me and the baby. Jeez, I never knew the man
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 1. Dawn.
*A New Year's kiss from a stranger** Who could have thought that everything will change at the stroke of midnight on a new year’s eve? That’s right. A new year’s eve. Actually, I'm not so keen on getting my ass to the city’s square or a pub or a club to welcome the dawn of a new year. ‘Cause what’s the essence of it? This ending year has been a hell. To me. To my…family maybe. But having a bunch of nagging girlfriends. Hell, I have to get my ass up from my sulking bed and hit the washroom just to prepare. I’m that girl that has the worst wardrobe ever which makes it insanely hard to determine what I’m seriously going to fit in. A cashmere Jacket? Hell, no. Mae is looking downright hot. Likewise, Mercy. But here I am in a dire thought about what actually will make me look a bit pert. Just for one night. While perusing my wardrobe, I still can’t find something dashing. The door to my room cracks open and my brother slants his head inside, peeking at me. “Mercy says…you’re ta
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 2. Dima.
**This is a setup.** Stepping into Benson’s club, I had one thing in mind and that’s to fuck his daughter as a way to placate the anger I feel for his inability to meet up with our initial arrangement. The arrangement, being the only thing I had in mind and flew all the way from Russia to this fucking States, wasn’t met and I literally requested for his daughter’s pussy. I mean, that’s what usually calms hot blooded men like me and sure enough he knows how the whole thing works. He’s a politician and a drug lord, therefore he downright knows how we all work to sate our desire, especially when a pact we've been looking forward to conclude is on the fallout. I should have been on my way to Prague to meet with Durov as per the meeting we initially finalized on having but the moment that fucking Benson sprinkled that the government wasn’t able to gather about a hundred pieces of Cannabis that I requested for, I had to withdraw from supplying them the weapons. In fact, I’m thinki
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 3. Dima.
**A crossfire*** Shuddering wails, screams and scampering feet rain in the now dark club room as people begin running to safety while my men and the assailants exchange bullets.Gun shots blasts across the room. Bottles and glasses shattering across the floor while I wail and grunt as pains, accustomed pain to some extent, streams through me. This isn’t the first time I’ve received bullets nor the first time someone has daggered me.Pain has become my second skin all my life which is why I laugh manically as this new pain course through me. Anger brews through me because I felt so reluctant about my security for the first time in years, all because I was promised a politician daughter’s pussy.I should have watch out more. Be on high alert as always. Be security conscious, but today I failed miserably. My hands skids across my gun holster, aiming to make a purchase on my gun, but the freaking pains I feel at my side hampers the movements of my hand. Fruitless, I growl inside me.I wat
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 4. Dima.
**The Feds are here.** “He's still unconscious…” is the first Russian sentence that travels into my ears as I twirl around the bed. It’s more like the person is on a call, I guess because I can’t hear another husky voice spilling responses to that very sentence that went straight to my ears.As I toss around the soft, tiny bed, I try to flutter my eyes open and take in my surroundings. I don’t remember what literally brought me here and on this seemingly tiny bed.Trying to lift an eye open seems difficult as it’s accompanied by a bright, agonizing light and strings of banging in my head.Shit!I cuss under my breath, immediately pulling my eye close. Taking two gulping breaths, I give it a try the second time. Slowly, I begin to pry my eyes open. First, I let my eyes mildly adjust to the intense brightness which I belatedly find out is the sunlight streaming in through a window. Then, I survey my surrounding. It’s only then that I figured I’m in a hospital.On that note, my mind begi
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 5. Dawn.
*What she's hiding.* Distant voices reverberates in my ears as I rise from the couch. Oh, my body aches so effing bad, I have to recoil back on the couch.God, who could have thought I’d make out of the stampede last night?The events of last night gives me more reason not to be a social person. This is New York, and shits happen. Though, not as bad as what happened last night. I thought I’d die there.I just don’t get it. I can’t seem to wrap my head around the fact that all that happens in my wake is disaster. I’m still sulking for my late father, and consequently my friends suggested that hitting a club with them on the crack of dawn of a new year will help ease the pain. The sorrow. However, things went south and now I’m not only going through emotional trauma, but also physical pains. My feet got blisters as I ran for my life last night.“Solntse!!”A seemingly raging voice spears through my eardrums from a distant, but it seems the voice is coming from speaker. I endeavor to str
His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession 6. Dawn.
*what it'll feel like to have sex*** I stand frozen for about five minutes, my mind trying to process Mae’s blunt comment. However, no matter how much I try to piece things together, I fail woefully but all my instinct tells me is that, something’s up with Mae.Why was I dressed exactly as Mae last night? I mean, not like it’s a horrible idea but hell, we haven’t so much as use the same body cream to even consider fitting in the same type of dress, hairstyle, and…stilettos?Omigod.I can’t ignore this gnawing feeling that this isn’t what it looks likes. It's more than meets the eye. Besides, my instinct whispered something about the bartender being unnerving, right?I mean, the whole way he served me was as if he lay in wait for my arrival. Did someone alert him or something?He just offered me champagne as though he already knows without a doubt that is what I’ll order. For all I can remember, champagne is the only alcohol I can down and my friends knows about that. But the bartender
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