Chapter Twenty-Two

Sasha's scream fills the small room as Ilya removes another fingernail. His unwillingness to talk is pushing me to the edge, and I can almost feel the weight of my knife in his stomach. "Now, unless you want me to cut you into tiny pieces slowly, you will tell me what pier the company is on." Sasha slumps forward, his breathing ragged. Ilya steps back so I can stand before him, gathering his greasy hair in my hand. I yank his head up, so that he can look at me.

"You can either tell me, and I kill you quickly. Or you can see what holding out gets you. I have all night Sasha."

Oleg sits in the corner with his laptop, doing a thorough search of the San Francisco Bay, trying to find the pier. All we need is the location. Beads of sweat trickle down his forehead, mirroring the torment etched on his face. I lean in closer, my voice a deadly whisper. "Time's up, Sasha. Make your choice." Sasha's breath hitches, his body trembling with a mix of pain and anticipation. The room is on the verge of exploding, like a pressure cooker. Oleg's fingers freeze over the keyboard, his gaze fixed on the screen before him. Finally, Sasha's resistance crumbles. His voice, laced with defeat, spills out the words we've been waiting for. "Pier 13... it's on Pier 13."

Relief washes over us, mingling with the adrenaline still coursing through our veins. Oleg's fingers dance across the keyboard once more, confirming the information we've obtained. The location is the key to finding my father. With one last glance at Sasha, his body broken and his spirit crushed, I pull my knife from my pocket, flicking it open. I glide my thumb across the blade, feeling its razor-sharpness beneath my touch. "You are weak, going after my wife and child, to get to me. You lack the courage to face me directly. Why? Does the Lev (Lion) scare you, Sasha?"

I don't give him the opportunity to respond as the tip of the blade punctures his stomach just left of his belly button. I pull back and plunge the blade in again, twisting to make sure I hit his liver, spleen, and stomach. The wound oozes blood, leaving a metallic smell lingering in the air and staining my hand. As I lean in closer to him, I slowly remove the knife, the sound of his agonized moans filling the air.

"You chose the wrong Borisov to follow." I drive the knife in one last time, twisting the blade and dragging it up. His guts spill from the wound. I remove the knife and step back, my father's best friend and biggest supporter, is dead.

The room falls into a chilling silence as Sasha's lifeless body slumps on the chair. Satisfaction washes over me, knowing that we got the location we needed. This man tried to run Lina off the road, someone who thought they could take her away. But he underestimated the strength and determination of Leonid Igorov.

I wipe the blood from my hands, trying to shake off the remnants of the gruesome act I just committed. Looking around, I see shock on Oleg"s face, mirroring my own emotions. Ilya remains unaffected by the blood and stench, standing to the side.

With Sasha's last breath, the revelation of Pier 13 as the location echoes in my mind. It's the breakthrough we've been desperately seeking, the lead that could finally lead me to my father. I feel a surge of energy, ready to find my father and finally end his life, taking over as the rightful Pakhan.

But as I stand here, surrounded by the aftermath of violence, a wave of guilt crashes over me. Something that has never happened before. I question the cost of revenge and the toll it takes on my humanity. How far am I willing to go to bring my father home? The lines between justice and vengeance blur, and I grapple with the consequences of my choices.

But for now, I push those doubts aside. Hesitation and second-guessing are not an option. I must stay focused and follow the path that Sasha unwillingly revealed. Pier 13 holds the answers I seek, and I will stop at nothing to find my father and bring him back so he can face his death.

As I spit on Sasha's lifeless body, I can't help but feel a sense of closure. With the weight of betrayal and the pain he attempted to cause heavy on my chest, I make a silent promise to myself, vowing to make every sacrifice worth it, to ensure that moya zhena (my wife) and our children are safe.

I stride towards the door, leaving behind the violence and death.

Our room is dark and quiet when I enter. The sound of Lina's soft breathing and Vasya's shifting in his bassinet brings a smile to my face. I still have blood covering half of my body, so I need to shower. Slipping out of my shoes, I cross the room as quietly as possible to the bathroom. I push the door open with my foot, as not to get blood everywhere.

As I closed the door, I wasted no time in removing my blood-soaked pants and shirt. Entering the shower, I stand under the warm stream of water. I let out a sigh of relief. The stress and exhaustion of the day start to wash away, along with the remnants of blood that cling to my body. Closing my eyes, I let the water soothe my aching muscles, providing a moment of tranquility amidst the chaos.

Steam fills the bathroom and I can feel the tension slowly melting away. The sound of the running water drowns out the outside world, creating a serenity bubble within the shower's confines. I take a deep breath, allowing the steam to cleanse my lungs and my mind.

With each droplet that cascades down my skin, I feel a sense of renewal. The weight of the day, the stress, and the worry all seem to be washed away, along with the blood. As the crimson swirls down the drain, it symbolizes a clean slate.

In the other room, Lina and Vasya peacefully sleep, and I can"t help but think of them. Their presence brings me comfort and reminds me of the love and joy that awaits me once I step out of the shower.

With a renewed sense of vigor, I gently cleanse myself, scrubbing away the remnants of the day. The water washes away the last traces of blood, my mind wanders to Lina. How much I miss being able to go to her after nights like tonight. How I find solace between her thighs.

I grip my cock, already hard from thoughts of what I"ll do to her when she"s ready for me again. The warm, tingly feeling spreads through my groin as I pick up speed. I brace my hand against the tiled wall for support as I rub up and down my shaft at a steady pace. Closing my eyes, all I see is Lina, her beautiful face, her perfect body. A soft moan escapes my lips as I feel the muscles spasm in my upper thighs.

The bathroom door creaks open, and a moment later the shower door opens. "Moy Lev (My lion)? Are you…"

She stops when she sees me, panting, mid-stroke. I turn around so she can see me leaning back against the wall. "Blyat, malyshka (Fuck, baby). You're so fucking beautiful. It's like you knew I needed you. You see what the thought of you does to me?"

Lina stands at the shower door, gripping the frame, observing me as I revel in her eyes on me. She steps back from the door and takes off her pajamas. After, she crosses the threshold of the shower, making her way over to me.

"Let me help, Lenya." Lina kneels before me and I struggle with how submissive she is for me at this moment.

Lina just birthed our son, and she doesn't even hesitate to get on her knees for me. The sight of her curvaceous body on display for me sends a rush of desire through me. Her figure had always been curvy, but after having Vasya, she has become even more voluptuous, with her breasts taking on a newfound fullness. I am captivated by every stretch mark on her skin, a symbolic reminder of the love and sacrifice she made to bring our child into the world, awakening the primal desire I have for her.

I drop my hand, and instead of fisting my cock, I let her take control. Lina's soft hand wraps around my shaft, slowly stroking me from root to tip. I close my eyes and let my head hit the tile behind me. A wave of pleasure radiates through my body, starting from the base of my spine and tingling all the way down to my balls.

When Lina's lips wrap around me, I am done. She sucks enthusiastically around the head of my cock while her hand continues to pump my shaft. I try to keep myself from coming down her throat so quickly. She moans as she takes all of me in her mouth. Her nose brushes my groin for a moment before she pulls back, gasping.

My eyes fall down to her, as she hollows her cheeks, sucking as she strokes in perfect rhythm.

"Come for me, moy lev (my lion)." Lina's mouth is back on me, stealing away the control I had.

My soft moans have turned into louder whimperings, that are echoing off the bathroom walls. "Moya prekrasnyy tsvetok, ya pridu. (My beautiful flower, I'm going to come.)"

I go still as hot ropes of cum hit the back of her throat. She continues to suck me, milking me of every last drop. Lina pulls back and looks up at me lovingly. I reach down to help her to her feet.

Wrapping my arms around her, holding her tightly to me, I kiss her. "YA lyublyu tebya, Lina (I love you, Lina.)"

Before she can respond, the sharp cry from Vasya resounds in the bathroom. We look at each other and smile. "Our syn, already making it known that any alone time we get will be interrupted."

I kiss her again. "Stay and shower. I'll get him."

I step out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist, I step out of the bathroom, leaving the steam-filled enclosure behind. Despite the darkness and Vasya's cries, a calm fills the room. I make my way over to my syn's (son"s) bassinet and pick him up. His cries die down as I walk over to the changing table. Once freshly changed, I sit with him, soothing him until Lina is ready to feed him.