Chapter Eight

Colette

Three days later

How many people can say they’ve gone to their own funeral? I shouldn’t find this so cool, but I do. This is cool. It’s also sad, because there is an actual body in that casket. I’m glad she will still get a burial, though.

I have been stuck to Dallas all day. The veil is nice because no one knows who I am. All the women have taken to silence, and it’s just being explained that it is a part of our family customs. Mainly, this is so no one tries to get me or Victoria to talk. She is terrified, but stuck to Doug. I am fairly certain they’re fucking, but I am so happy for them. They seem so happy in one another’s presence. She deserves happiness and I think Doug brings her happiness. She gets along great with Mom, Dad, and Hudson’s parents.

The funeral is over now, but the burial is soon. It’s weird to hear people talk about me as if I’m dead, but they don’t know that. Luckily, I have been able to sit between Hudson and Dallas all day. Although, Hudson cannot touch me. I need someone to touch me, and I’m hoping that will be soon.

Everyone leaves the room and it’s just Dallas and I now. “How are you?” Dallas asks, pulling my veil back. My back is to the door, so no one can see if they come in.

“I miss Hudson but I’m glad I get to be with you,” I say. “I feel touch deprived though.”

“Oh?” he grins. “I can fix that.”

“What if someone catches us?” I laugh.

“Just put your veil down and they’ll just think we are disrespectful, he says, turning me to the coffin. I pull the veil down when he pulls my dress up.

“There is a body in here,” I laugh.

“I’m sure she doesn’t mind,” he says as he pulls my panties to the side.

“Fuck, this shouldn’t be so hot,” I groan when he pushes into me.

“See? Now you can say you’ve been fucked at your funeral on your coffin,” he says. “Better keep quiet, so no one catches us.”

I cover my mouth as he starts to fuck me. I am trying my hardest to not make any noise, but he is pushing so deep that the noises slip out anyway. “Fuck,” I whimper.

“Harder? Is that what you said?” he asks with a snicker.

“God. No. We’re going to get… oh fuck, you’re so deep,” I moan. I nearly jump out of my skin when someone walks in, but Dallas holds me in place.

“Look at you, getting fucked over a casket,” Hudson says, lifting my chin. He pulls my veil back and kisses me hard before pulling it back down.

“Oh my God,” I moan and push my hips back to meet his thrust. “Christ, I’m gonna come.”

“Better hurry,” Hudson chuckles. I groan louder when Dallas starts pounding into me harder and harder. As I start to come, he does too. Dallas groans with me, leaving us both breathless.

“Holy shit,” I pant.

“Oh, it’s not over yet,” Hudson says. “Dallas, come watch the door.”

“Are you about to fuck me in a closet?” I ask when Dallas pulls my panties up and hands me off to Hudson.

“Yep. We don’t have much time before the burial,” he says as he pulls me into a storage closet.

“You two are crazy,” I laugh.

“Shhh,” he smirks as he pulls my veil back. “There’s my beautiful wife.”

Hudson takes my panties off before pulling my dress up. “This is hot,” I say.

“Keep quiet, love. I’m not going to be nice about it,” he says as he picks me up. I slap my hand to cover my mouth and drop my head to his shoulder when he slides into me. I have one arm looped around his neck, but he has a tight hold on my ass. My back is against the wall as he starts to fuck me desperately hard and fast. I try to contain all my screams as he pulls painful orgasms out of me one by one. Dallas was far nicer than what Hudson is doing to me.

“Come for me, Cole. Come on my cock like the sweet little whore you are,” Hudson growls. I have tears running down my face and I hold my breath to keep from making anymore noise. “Fuck, that’s it. Goddamn, you feel so fucking good.”

“Oh, Hudson,” I whimper. I kiss him hard because it’s the only thing that will keep me quiet. He groans against my lips and we both start to come.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he says as he sets me down. “Ready to get buried?”

“Hell yeah,” I smile. “I smell like sex now.”

“Good,” he smiles. “You should clean up, though. That’s a lot of come to have leaking out of you.”

“That’s… gross,” I laugh.

When we step out, Dallas chuckles. “Have fun?”

“God, yes,” I say as I fix my veil.

We go through the room with the casket, and I hesitate when I see Vlad and Dima. “Can I help you?” Hudson says flatly.

“We just wanted to pay our respects,” Vlad says. Dallas holds onto me tighter, so I don’t run away, but I want nothing more than to fucking kill them.

“I appreciate that. She shouldn’t have died like this,” Hudson says. “She was a kind woman who never hurt anyone.”

“That’s what we hear. We also heard you have vowed to find her killer, yes?” Dima asks.

“Yes. I won’t rest until I avenge her,” Hudson promises.

“With all due respect, I think you should give proof of death,” Vlad says. “We have no problem helping, but we do need some sort of assurance that we are fighting the right fight.”

“Anyone is free to look at her. It’s closed casket for a reason, but she would want to give that assurance if it means finding those who hurt her.”

“What do you mean?” Dima asks.

“She would be okay with people seeing her like this if it meant finding her killer,” Hudson clarifies.

“May we?” Vlad asks.

“Go ahead. Just be warned, the shot was to the head,” Hudson says. He turns away from the casket when they open it. I’m glad I have a veil on because my mouth falls open when I see the body of a woman. She has essentially no face but the same hair color and body shape. That’s unsettling.

“What’s shame. She was a beautiful woman. Look at her now,” Dima says.

“She still is beautiful,” Hudson says softly. “That will never change.”

“I understand. I hope you know that we mean no disrespect,” Vlad says. “Thank you for the assurance.”

“I just want to help her find peace,” he says.

“It’s time,” Dallas says gently.

“We will go. We just wanted to pay our respects,” Vlad says. “Let us know if you need anything.”

“Will do,” Hudson says tightly. When they leave, Hudson sighs heavily. “I’m going to fucking kill them.”

Unless I get to first…

After the funeral, we go to the gym. Everyone changes clothes while Hudson makes the call for all the trusted groups and families to join us. The gym is neutral ground, so here is best. Victoria decided to go home with Mom, Dad and Hudson's parents. She’s still nervous about being in public and I don’t blame her.

I am past scared. I am not panicked. I’m pissed. They tried to fucking kill me because I defended myself. Fuck that. No, they will die. If Hudson doesn’t kill them, I will.

“Ready?” Hudson asks me.

“Mhmm,” I say.

The door that leads to the outside staircase opens and people emerge. They immediately look confused as they come in. We say nothing until everyone is here.

“Hey, guys. So, I know I just saw you all at the funeral. If you can’t tell, Colette isn’t dead,” Hudson says. “She was shot three days ago, and we felt it was best to go this route so we could plan and not have to worry about someone trying to kill her again. We know it’s the Ivankov brothers and the reason is simple.”

“You want us to go against Vlad?” a man asks.

“He and his two brothers brutally raped Colette a few months ago. In the process, she defended herself while trying to get away. She hit Akim with a board that unknowingly had a nail in it. This killed Akim, and they have been trying to kill her since. This time, she was nearly killed by a bullet that hit her arm instead. Luckily, it wasn’t bad, but it could have been. She is also pregnant. So not only did they try to kill my wife, but my child as well. There is a lot unsaid here, but these are the facts.”

“Also,” I say,” looking at Hudson. He nods, so I continue. “Vlad and Dima are my biological brothers. Victoria gave me up as a newborn because Boris has a habit of murdering babies that weren’t boys. They have brutally raped her many times as well.”

“Their own mother?!” a woman asks. “Who in the fuck does that?”

“Monsters,” I say. “Monsters that do not deserve to breathe anymore. Vlad and Dima are a danger to everyone. Your wife, girlfriend, mistress, sister, mother, grandmother, kids… everyone. They are horrible people, and I nearly died because I tried to get them to stop raping me. I didn’t do anything in cold blood. I didn’t go out of my way to harm anyone. Hell… I didn’t even want to kill them, but now I do.”

“We need numbers,” Hudson says. “They have only themselves and a small number of people that they keep close. This would be an easy in and out job and we will take care of most everything.”

“When?” a man asks.

“Right now,” Hudson says. “They’re on their property. They are far enough out they we can blow up the front gate. We flood the place and my men and I will find the brothers. No survivors, unless you find children. Victoria has drawn a map of the entire property and house so we know where we are going.”

“And we can trust her?” someone asks.

“Absolutely. She is staying hidden because she will be killed if they find her,” Hudson says.

“Where is she?” another man asks.

“Unsure. She was placed into a safe home, and I was not given her location as a precaution,” he lies.

“We are in,” a man says.

“Us too,” another adds.

One by one, we gain the support of everyone. We then transition into planning how we will go in and what we will be doing. We have to make sure this is seamless, so no one gets hurt. Hudson and Dallas are not too keen on me being there, but they won’t try and stop me. They understand why I want to be there.