Chapter 5

Avgust~

I swirled the expensive vodka around in my glass as the bottled blonde played with her pussy on the couch. Now, while her cunt was completely bare, her dark eyebrows gave her natural hair color away, not that it mattered. She was nothing more than a temporary pleasure that I'd forget as soon as she left the room.

Though I never stayed in the same hotel regularly, whenever I did book a room for the night, it was always a suite stocked with quality liquors, the best view, and tasteful furniture. So, the woman for tonight had her legs spread on an expensive white leather couch, and neither I nor my credit card were worried about the mess that she was making on the furniture.

After Maksim had left my home to go see what more he could learn in regard to Louie Manziel, I'd decided to stop by The Swan to see what was available in the way of entertainment for the night. It wasn't often that I went looking for pussy, but all that talk about wives and children had irritated me enough to seek an outlet for my annoyance. My usual preference was to torture someone, but I didn't have anyone handy at the moment. However, if it was true that Manziel had been spotted, then that'd be a different story.

At any rate, I'd only been at The Swan for fifteen minutes before I'd been approached by the lovely blonde that currently had her fingers in her pussy, and it hadn't taken long before we'd been riding up the elevator to a suite at The Silk Robe, one of the hotels owned by the bratva. I wasn't sure about the others, but I never rested my head anywhere that we didn't own. Granted, I always left the hotels after I was done fucking, but still.

I watched in appreciation as the blonde pleasured her body, her slim build making it easy to see everything that she was doing to herself. Like a ballerina, she was delicately built everywhere, and there was no denying that she had a very pretty pussy. She was also putting on the most magnificent show, which told me that she enjoyed being watched.

When her free hand reached up to squeeze her small breast, my phone rang, and I bit out a curse, not pleased with the interruption, but knowing that I had to answer anyway. After what Maksim had said about Manziel, I had no choice but to answer.

"Akim," I said, greeting Maksim's younger brother.

"Pakhan," he greeted. "We believe that we've found Louie Manziel."

The blonde stopped playing with herself when I'd decided to answer the phone, and it was enough to irritate me. "Did I tell you to stop?"

Her blue eyes widened at the tone of my voice. "N…no…no."

"Then I suggest you continue until I say otherwise," I replied, my voice deceptively mild.

"Pakhan?"

As soon as the blonde started finger fucking herself again, I got back to my phone call. "I'm here."

"We believe that he is squatting in one of the empty apartments on Midler Street," Akim went on. "Alexei called me to inform me that they're pretty sure that they've found him, and he also has Ivan and Evgen with him."

"I want him alive," I instructed. "He's no good to us dead."

"Of course," he automatically replied.

"Call me immediately when you have him secured," I told him.

"Yes, of course," he replied before hanging up.

I finished the rest of my vodka, my eyes still on the blonde, but my mind on Louie Manziel and Klive Simpson. If they'd really been able to find Manziel, then we might be able to finally find out who in the fuck Klive Simpson was and what he was doing in Port Townsend. His reasons also didn't scare me, whether personal or not. No matter what this Klive Simpson was about, it would take an army of men to get close to even threatening the bratva, and since his entire army had already been obliterated, leaving only Manziel and himself, Klive wasn't a danger to me or us.

I set the empty glass down on the table next to me just as the blonde began to cum, and whether you loved women or hated them, there wasn't a sight more magnificent than watching one cum all over the place. Women really were exquisite creatures, and it made no difference what she looked like. There was an underlining miracle to being a woman, and that fact had been proven time and time again throughout history. Men killed because of women. Men died for women. Men started wars over women. So, either we were all crazy, or else women really did possess a sorcery that was all magic.

"Come here," I ordered, watching the blonde's body twitch with pleasure.

With her eyelids heavy, her chest heaving, and her entire body languid, she slid off the couch, and like a woman that knew exactly how to manipulate a man, she started crawling to me on her hands and knees, making my dick finally come to life.

When she stopped in between my spread legs, she looked up at me, and though beautiful, I wasn't sure if she had it in her to get me out of my head for the next hour. In all my life, there'd only ever been one woman that could make me lose every thought in my head, but that'd been years ago, and not anything that I wanted a repeat of.

As the blonde's hands reached for the button on my slacks, my phone rang again. However, before I answered it, I said, "Do not stop unless I tell you to."

"Of course," she purred.

I answered my phone as she began unbuttoning my pants. "Yes?"

"It is not guaranteed that it is Manziel," Maksim said, his voice sounding irritated.

"Akim said as much, so I am aware," I replied. "What's the issue?"

"Midler Street is too exposed," he answered. "I don't like it."

I glanced at my watch as the blonde's hand finally wrapped around the base of my cock. "It's past ten on a weekday," I told him. "The streets should be quiet enough."

"Perhaps," he conceded. "However, not all the apartments in that complex are empty, Avgust."

"Then what do you suggest?" I asked as the blonde's lips pulled the head of my cock into her mouth. "Stand down?"

"No," he answered like I knew that he would. "I'm suggesting that we send Alexei in there alone, let him get a visual confirmation that it is Manziel, then have Ivan and Evgen go in afterwards. If all three of them rush in there at the same time, it's going to draw attention."

"Call Alexei and tell him to send Karik in," I instructed. Karik Nikitin was one of our kryshas, and he was good at what he did. "Karik can subdue him on his own if necessary. Alexei, Ivan, and Evgen can secure the area while Karik finds out if it's really Manziel."

"Yes, Pakhan," Maksim replied before hanging up.

As soon as I set my phone on the table next to the empty vodka tumbler, I reached down, grabbed a fistful of the blonde's hair, then yanked her lips off my cock. She looked stunned at the move, her eyes wide and wary.

"Is…is…everything okay?" she stammered.

Pulling her up straighter by her hair, I said, "I just want to make one thing clear, angel." Yeah, she was a far cry from being an angel, but she still looked like one. "Whatever you might have overheard in this room, if I hear of you repeating any of it, I will come after you, and trust me when I tell you that it would not be a good thing for you."

"I…I didn't hear…hear anything," she lied, her lips beginning to tremble. "I…I swear."

"Good," I told her. "I'd hate to have to put a bullet through your beautiful skull, but I will. Understand that, angel?"

She nodded frantically before I let go of her hair, so that she could get back to sucking my dick. When she wrapped her lips back around my cock, I leaned back, allowing her to set the pace, no longer really interested in my original plans for the night. While my dick was still hard, Maksim's concern was clouding the pleasure that I was currently feeling right now, and I didn't like it.

Deciding that I needed to cut this short, I grabbed for the blonde's hair again, pulled her off my cock, then instructed, "Go stand to bend over the couch."

She immediately complied with my wishes, and after donning a condom, I walked over to stand behind her. Spreading the supple globes of her ass, I stared down at her pink hole, her entire slit glistening with her earlier orgasm, and I wasted no time slamming every inch of my thick cock inside her trained cunt.

"Oh, God…" she cried out as her hands gripped the expensive leather of the couch.

Ignoring her shocked cries, I grabbed her hips, then started fucking her hard enough to earn the tip that she was going to get when I was done with her. Even though she hadn't said the words and could very well just be a slut, I'd yet to meet a woman that had refused the money at the end of our time together, and I suspected that this blonde would be no different.

An hour later, I was sending her on her way with the cash in hand, and an hour after that, I was getting a phone call that was going to change everything.