Chapter 15 - Cindy

I was in the spare room looking through the clothing Mila and I purchased. Those with their labels still on, I felt sure we could return, seeing as I wasn't interested in wearing them anymore.

Hearing a commotion from downstairs, I peeked out the door. Mila and Konstantin were arguing about something. I hadn't heard Leon or Piotr coming in last night and wondered if it had something to do with their meeting.

Coming down the stairs, I saw them in the kitchen doorway. Whatever they were discussing had Mila all worked up. She pointed a finger at Konstantin and shoved it into his chest as she spoke. "If you'd been there, this wouldn't have happened. They were outnumbered."

When she saw me, she turned into the kitchen, ending their discussion. Konstantin glanced at me and then turned and went out to the back. His face spoke volumes even though he didn't say a word.

Stopping in the doorway, my throat tightened, and my words came out louder than I had anticipated. "What happened?" I was practically screaming at them as trepidation invaded my mind.

Mila looked back at me and then down at the floor. Turning to the glass doors, Konstantin had stopped just outside. He slowly came back toward me, looked at Mila, and cleared his throat before speaking. "Cindy, Leon, and Piotr, well…" He looked at Mila again, rubbing his neck.

"What, what happened to them?" I demanded, feeling my eyes stinging as tears welled up in them. My heart sat in my throat, trying to choke me.

"Leon's been hurt; they were attacked," Konstantin breathed out as he reached out, squeezing my shoulder.

I gasped, feeling the air leaving my lungs as they closed up. No, this couldn't be happening,' I thought, walking forward in a daze and sitting down. My legs were wobbly. They felt like jello.

What if he died? Would I ever see him again? My chest filled with a sharp pain. Mila stepped closer and placed her arm around me as she gently spoke. "He'll be fine, dear." Mila's voice was filled with a care I had not noticed before. But it was fleeting.

Turning to her as my tears made their lazy path down my cheeks, I breathed in deeply. "I want to go to him," I whispered.

Mila and Konstantin exchanged a look before she replied a little coldly. "No, I don't think that's a good idea."

Turning to Konstantin, I begged, hearing my voice breaking as I was on the verge of breaking out in panicked cries. "Please, please take me to see him."

I noticed Mila shaking her head but kept my focus on him. Konstantin rubbed the back of his neck again before speaking. "On one condition."

"Anything, you name it," I replied, feeling slightly relieved.

"You need to stay calm, listen to us, and not make a scene, okay?"

Sliding off the chair, I nodded as I agreed. I could be quiet and behave. After all, it wasn't like he was my husband, even though I had developed strong feelings for him. Swallowing the mass in my throat, I waited for orders.

I followed Konstantin outside as I would be riding with him. He unlocked his blood-red Mustang and opened the passenger door for me. Before I could get in, Mila grabbed hold of my arm.

"Remember, life isn't merely black and white," she said before letting go and heading to her bike.

I wasn't sure what she was trying to convey at that moment. But I didn't care much either. My mind was focused on getting to Leon. I sank into the Mustang's puffy seat and felt it hug me like an old lost friend. Konstantin jumped in the other side and started her up. As we drove out, I rolled down the window, needing to feel the cool wind on my face.

We drove quite a distance, Mila on her bike just before us. As we pulled into a large parking area, glancing around, I wondered what we were doing here. It wasn't a hospital but a gambling den, the sign read.

"Aren't we going to the hospital?" I asked, feeling my nerves eating at me.

Konstantin parked next to Mila's bike, which was close to the back. As we got out, I saw Leon's truck and had to swallow back the new wave of tears threatening to flow like rivers. Wiping my eyes, I saw Piotr coming out a door on the side of the building.

"He's not at a hospital. He's here," Konstantin said as he moved towards Piotr.

I followed in silence, worried about the kind of care he would receive at such an establishment. Glancing around as we neared the door, I noticed some guards walking around the parking area. They were carrying weapons, and one was speaking on a radio.

I thought that surely they knew what they were doing as Piotr greeted us and held the door open.

"Pass the kitchen and head up the stairs; they settled him in room 103," he said, giving me a soft nod and grin.

I followed closely with Mila walking in front, then Konstantin and me. Piotr followed behind us as we moved through the building. The hallway was dimly lit, but the white walls reflected the light nicely.

Moving past the kitchen he mentioned, I saw about ten people preparing meals. As we passed, the air filled with the most delectable smells, and I felt my stomach turning. Hunger was the least of my worries; I was eager to get to Leon and see if he was okay.

Moving up a circular stairway, the delicious odors were quickly replaced by something else. My nostrils burned as we moved into another hallway. It was a mix of cleaning chemicals, disinfectants, and something I didn't recognize. It had a similar odor to a hospital but not quite the same.

Mila and Konstantin were now walking next to each other. I kept behind Konstantin as we neared a room with two guards and a woman standing before the door.

"Hi guys, good to see you. Just sorry it had to be under these circumstances," the woman said as she pulled Mila into a hug and then Konstantin.

"How's he doing?" Mila asked, glancing back at me. Her eyes were narrowed, and her stare seemed to scream for me to stay calm.

Had I not already agreed, I thought as I nodded at her.

But instead of answering Mila, the woman moved sideways, looking at me as she spoke. "And who's this?"

Konstantin moved out of the way, turning slightly toward me as he replied. "This is Cindy. Cindy, this is Jamie."

"Leon's Cindy?" she inquired, holding out her hand to me and looking at Konstantin.

Konstantin smiled at me as he replied. "Yes, the one."

I tried grasping all that was happening. But my mind was still struggling with Leon being injured and the vibe Mila had been giving off all morning.

Reaching out, Jamie took my hand. But instead of shaking it, she hugged me warmly and whispered in my ear. "Nice to finally meet you."

Feeling a bit bewildered but welcome, I gave her a gentle smile. "Thanks, how's Leon?"

Before she could reply, the door swung open. A significantly well-built man stepped out wiping his hands. He looked at everyone gathered in the hall. He smiled and nodded at Mila and Konstantin, then focused on me.

"And who's this lovely lady?" he said. His voice was filled with authority and strength. Something inside suddenly made me fear him. I wanted to turn and run even though he appeared friendly. I didn't want to be the center of attention. I wanted to see Leon.

Jamie touched his arm as she replied. "This is Cindy, love."

"Leon's Cindy?" he said, extending his hand to me.

"Yes," Jamie added softly.

"Well, pleased to meet you, Cindy," he said, shaking my hand. His grip was strong but tender. "I'm Ashan Morozov, the owner of this fine establishment."

Glancing from Jamie to Mila and back at Piotr, my mind filled with a million questions. But now wasn't the time for it. I burned to see Leon and make sure he was okay.

As if he could read my mind, Ashan opened the door. He looked at me as he spoke and held out his other hand to me. "Leon's going to be fine and will make a full recovery. It will take some time, but he will be fine. Let's go see him."

Taking his hand, I allowed the air I was holding back to escape. It came out as a big sigh of relief. Jamie squeezed my shoulder as I passed her entering the room. If these people were truly the Morozov Bratva, they were very different than I had imagined.

The room was big and had an even stronger hospital odor. Against the left wall was a double bed where Leon lay. His eyes were closed. It seemed like he was sleeping.

Next to the bed was a chair, and a long wooden table. On it sat a variety of medicine, a basin of water, some bandages, and other items. The walls were painted a dark brown at the bottom, fading to the ceiling and turning cream. The curtains were a color between the two.

A long double couch stood before the window. Next to it was a cabinet with a kettle, some cups, and canisters holding tea, coffee, and sugar. Beside that was a small bar fridge. There was another door on the right, which led to a bathroom.

Mila, Konstantin, and Piotr walked to the bed and stood by the foot end. I briskly went to his side. Sitting down in the chair, I took Leon's hand in mine. His skin was somewhat cold but not icy. His eyes flickered but didn't open.

I spoke softly when I glanced back at Ashan and Jamie, who stood by the door. "Will he wake soon?" I was glad to see he was alive and felt a heaviness lifting off my chest as I held his hand.

Jamie nodded and smiled, "Yes, he will."

"We will check in later," Ashan said as he turned to the door and placed his arm around Jamie. "Piotr, keep us updated if anything changes."

Piotr nodded in reply, and then they left. Leon's color was a tad lighter than normal, but I presumed it could be due to blood loss. He was lying under a light brown sheet, but I could see the bandages around his waist where the sheet was pulled sideways. He had no shirt on, and the right side of his chest was also exposed.

My heart took a little leap as I studied his bulging muscles. I had not realized how husky he was until now.

I was startled out of my thoughts as Piotr spoke. "We should let him rest. We'll come back a bit later, guys."

Glancing at the three standing by the foot end, I felt tears again pushing at the back of my eyes. Swallowing hard, I spoke softly. "Would you mind if I stayed? Please, I won't wake him." I glanced at his peaceful face and back at Piotr. "I just want to sit with him a bit."

Mila looked like she wanted to say something. It appeared she wanted to argue with me, but Piotr squeezed her hand, and she bit down on her lower lip. "You can stay," Piotr said. "Keep in mind he may be in a mood when he wakes, though."

I nodded and watched as they headed for the door. Konstantin left first, and then Mila. Piotr turned before leaving, adding one more thing. "Let us know when he wakes. We'll just be downstairs getting breakfast." He paused, then added. "You want anything? Can I send it up?"

"No thanks, I'm fine," I replied.

Piotr nodded and left, pulling the door closed behind him. I sat staring at Leon's face, his strong jawline was very prominent. He looked comfortable on the soft pillow, and his breathing appeared normal.

Lowering my head onto my hands and staring at his face, I held his hand firmly. I wondered what had happened. He had never displayed an inkling of causing trouble, and if he did, I was sure he could handle anything.

Seeing him like this made me sad but also angry. How could this have happened? It wasn't fair. Closing my eyes, I fought back the tears. I whispered, hoping that somehow he could hear me. "I think I have developed deep feelings for you, Leon. Please wake up soon."

I must have dozed off at some point because I woke startled. Someone was lightly stroking my hair. Lifting my head abruptly, I looked up. Leon was awake but didn't seem overly glad that I was there.

"You're awake!" I exclaimed, "When did you wake? How are you feeling?" I rambled on out of relief, but Leon glared at me. It seemed he was pissed, even though his touch was soft. I wasn't sure if he was angry at me or the fact that he had been stabbed.

"What are you doing here?" he barked at me, his voice cracking slightly as he coughed. Holding his side, Leon glared at me again.

I grabbed the jug and glass from the table and poured him some water. "Here, drink this," I said, handing him the glass.

Leon let out a small groan as he shifted so he could take the glass. His hand was a bit unsteady as he sipped some water and handed back the glass.

"What are you doing here, I asked?" he repeated.

Turning to face him, I felt a tinge of anger flaring up. How dare he treat me like this. "I was worried about you," I said, glancing down at my hands on my lap. My stomach turned, and I felt sick even though he was seemingly fine.

Leon turned his gaze to the window as he spoke. "Well, I'm good; you can leave."

Boiling suddenly, I stood sharply. As I spoke, I heard the pitch of my voice rising. "What's your problem?"

Leon looked back at me and lowered his gaze to the bed before him. His tone spoke of feelings of disgust and shame, I thought. "Me, why, I have no problem. It seems you do, though."

Studying his posture, I noticed his shoulders sagging slightly. His breathing was slow and long. I was sure the incident made him feel weak for a man of his stature. Sitting back down, I took his hand. Leon looked at our hands as our fingers entwined but didn't pull back.

"Leon," I said in a calmer tone. "You are the strongest man I have ever met. No matter what happens, I will never see you as weak. If that was what you were thinking."

Watching him closely, it seemed his cheeks flushed slightly. He didn't look at me as he took another deep breath. "Leon, I was worried sick," swallowing the knot, trying to push up in my throat, I continued. "I was scared of losing you."

Feeling a soft squeeze of my hand, I took that as my cue. Standing, I leaned forward, picked up his chin, and kissed him. He didn't reject me. In fact, he kissed me back. His lips were so soft that they lit mine on fire even though there was a hit of resistance.

As we kissed, I felt his lips part and his tongue seeking entrance to my mouth. Parting my lips, I closed my eyes, allowing his exploration. His hand pulled out of mine and streeled my cheek as he softly placed it on my cheek. I noticed his resistance crumbling as his kiss became more intense.

I felt Leon's other hand on my hip and opened my eyes. He tried to pull me closer but flinched. Pulling back, I sat down on the bed next to him. "Are you okay?" I asked, worried. I didn't want to cause him any added pain.

He sat up slightly, smiling at me. "Fix the pillows, please." His tone was softer.

I leaned over him and pulled them up slightly so he could sit more upright. Leon pushed himself up and lay back. "Yes, much better. Now we can do this," he breathed out, placing one hand on my knee.

Moving closer, I steadied myself with one hand on the bed next to him. Leon took my face in his hands and pulled me back in. This time, his mouth felt hungry as we kissed. Feeling his hands slipping into my hair and touching my neck at the back sent a chill down my spine.

Placing my free hand on his chest, I felt his muscles tense. His skin was hot, but it felt right. Carefully, I slid my hand across his bulging chest, pulling the sheet down as I went. He breathed in sharply as I moved over the bandages and down his stomach. Leon grabbed my hand, heaving.

Looking into his deep, dark eyes, I felt a fluttering in my stomach as my desire for him rose. Leaning forward, I slipped my fingers into the top of his pants. Whispering seductively, I carefully moved my fingers left and right. "Let me do this for you."

Closing his eyes, Leon let go of my hand. Sitting backward, I pulled the sheet further down. After loosening the button on his pants, I gradually pulled down the zipper. His boxer was bulging as I opened the top of his pants. It wasn't like I had never seen a cock but not in real life. I had seen movies and pictures, but this was very different.

Feeling vaguely nervous, I leaned down and kissed his chest. First one breast, then the other as I moved down to his stomach. He tasted sweet and salty, but not in a bad way. Leon breathed in deeply and let it out slowly.

Moving down, I had to stand. Moving to the end of the bed, I pulled the sheet completely off and dropped it to the floor. Leon glanced down at me, smiling. His entire face beamed, making my heart skip a beat. I wanted to make him happy. It felt so right being with him.

The fluttering inside increased, and I felt my body warming as I pulled his pants down. These I also removed and dropped to the floor swinging from side to side and biting my lower lip. I felt giddy like a naughty schoolgirl. Leon let out a soft moan as I moved his legs apart and climbed onto the bed between them.

Carefully I placed my hands on his hips and pulled down his boxers. His dick sprung up as the boxer released its hold on it. This time, I gasped as it was bigger than expected. I had never done anything even marginally comparable in my life. My heart was pounding in my throat, and swallowing was challenging.

Leaning forward, I delicately took his dick in my hand. It appeared to be moving, no, pumping in my hand, and I couldn't keep the smile from forming on my lips. Glancing up at Leon, he was beaming as if he could read my thoughts.

"Slow, equal movements," he whispered.

Moving my hand up and down in a couple of experimental movements, I noticed the grin on his lips spreading. He closed his eyes and breathed out hard. As I affectionately moved my thumb over the head of his dick, I fondled his balls with the other. Leon released a raspy breath.

Leaning forward, I placed the tip into my mouth, wanting to taste him as I had seen in movies. He arched a little, and I felt him playing with my hair. This caused a stir between my legs as I felt my pussy starting to throb.

Moving my legs up and down each other, I tried to calm the sensation pushing up inside me. Keeping the tip of his dick in my mouth, I pushed my hand up and down as I gently sucked on it. Leon pressed his fingers into my hair, taking hold of my head as he moaned.

Pushing a little fast, I felt him pressing down on my head. Holding my hand firmer around his dick, I permitted him to enter my mouth more. His dick was pulsing harder as I pushed my mouth up and down his shaft. After a couple of deep penetrations, I had to pull up and catch my breath.

"It's okay if you can't," Leon breathed out in a barely audible tone. "You can use your hand."

Grinning at him, I took his dick back into my mouth. I took in more of it this time as I lowered my head. He gasped and let out a raspy groan as I tried to swallow with his dick fully in my mouth. There was a sudden spurt of hot liquid. It was only a little and tasted strange but I kind of liked it.

Pulling back out for air, I lifted my gaze to Leon's face. His eyes were closed, his breathing shallow and ragged, but he was beaming. I licked the tip of his dick as I carefully pulled my hand up and twisted it slightly. Leon gasped and looked down at me. His gaze was intense, and his voice was deep as he spoke.

"Oh, baby, yes."

Keeping to this movement and a solid rhythm I had found, I played with my tongue over the tip. Leon's body shook lightly as his dick seemed to grow in my hand. Realizing he was about to cum, I slipped it back into my mouth and moved up and down with my hand. My mouth instantly filled with his warm cum, and I pulled back, allowing most of it to run over my fingers.

He came up somewhat, taking my face into his hands and looking deep into my eyes as he spoke. "That was amazing, thank you."

"Leon," I replied, lowering my gaze to his chest. "I want you to take my virginity." Glancing back at him his eyes were wide with surprise. "Not now, but when you're better," I added.

He nodded and smiled as he lay back down. Getting off the bed, I threw his pants over the side of the couch and covered him with the sheet again. I sat with him for another hour and talked about the mansion, likes, dislikes, food, and clothing.

I went down and had breakfast as the others visited him. Once they came back down, we headed home. It was strange being there without him, But I felt at home in a way.

"One of us will visit him every day, and you can go along if you like," Piotr said as we did the dishes from supper.

Over the course of the next week, I assisted with the house chores and tried to keep my mind from wandering. Images of Leon and what was to come seemed to stroll in at the most inconvenient times. I was excited to be with him as I felt love growing in me.