61. Chapter 61

61

Dimitri

W ren's lips crash against mine, fierce and demanding. I growl, tangling my fingers in her hair, pulling her closer. She bites my lower lip, drawing blood. The pain only fuels the fire between us.

My brain flirts with the idea of dropping the "I missed you" bomb like a chump, but then Wren comes at me like a goddamn tornado.

Wren's eyes narrow to slits, daring me to push her further. There's a wildness in her gaze, a fire that burns bright, even in the face of my threat.

" Ne budi duraka ," I warn. Don't be a fool.

"Maybe I like being a brat," she breathes against my mouth.

I spin her around and pin her against the wall, my hand finding her throat and not squeezing, just holding. A reminder of who's in control. She gasps, and her pupils dilate with desire.

"You think you can handle me?" I growl, pressing my body against hers.

"I know I can," she replies confidently.

I smirk before claiming her lips again, our kiss deepening into a passionate frenzy. My hands roam over her body possessively as we explore each other's mouths hungrily.

But eventually, I pull back to catch my breath and look into Wren's eyes. "On your knees," I command.

Without hesitation, Wren drops to her knees in front of me, eagerly looking up at me with anticipation in her eyes. I unbuckle my pants and pull them down, along with my boxers, freeing my throbbing cock, which is already dripping with pre-cum.

Wren licks her lips in anticipation before taking me into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the head before taking me deep into the back of her throat.

"Fucking hell," I groan as she continues to suck on me expertly. The way she looks up at me while taking me deeper is enough to drive any man crazy with desire.

But just when I'm about to explode in her mouth, I pull out and lift Wren onto the bed. She spreads herself for me willingly as I position myself between her legs with a low growl, filling her completely. Wren gasps and throws her head back in pleasure. I start to move slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight walls clenching around me.

Wren's hands grip the sheets as she meets my thrusts with her own hips. Her moans fill the room and drive me wild with need.

I reach down to rub her clit, intensifying her pleasure. She arches her back and cries out as she tenses around me, signaling her impending release.

But just when she's about to cum, I stop my movements and pull out of her completely. She whimpers at the loss, but I smirk, knowing that I'm not done with her yet.

I push Wren onto all fours and enter her from behind, grabbing onto her hips and pounding into her relentlessly. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room as we both lose ourselves in pleasure.

My grip on Wren's hips tightens as I feel myself getting closer to the edge. "Cum for me," I demand huskily.

Suddenly, Wren's moan morphs into an ear-splitting shriek. "WAKE UP, MUDAK! WAKE UP!"

I jolt awake, disoriented and pissed off.

Sweat-soaked sheets tangle around me, my cock straining against my boxers like a loaded gun, aching to unleash its fury.

It takes me a second to realize the shrieking is coming from my phone.

" Yob tvoyu mat ," I snarl, smashing my fist into the pillow. Three fucking years, and she still haunts me.

I fumble for the phone, squinting at Saveliy's ugly mug on the screen. "What?" I growl.

"Boss, we've got a situation," Saveliy's voice crackles through. "Found Elena at the old subway tunnels near Navy Pier."

That wakes me up real quick. "What the fuck is she doing there?"

"That's not all." Saveliy hesitates. "Boss… I think you better come see for yourself."

"I'll be there in twenty," I snap, already moving.

Fifteen minutes later, I'm staring at a grainy CCTV feed, my jaw clenched tight enough to crack teeth. The image shows a dimly lit underground chamber, all concrete and shadows. In the center, a woman in a sleek black dress and stilettos paces like a caged tiger. Even with the poor quality, there's no mistaking Elena's predatory grace.

But that's not what's got my blood boiling.

Two other figures lurk in the corner. One's a middle-aged man, his posture slumped and familiar. I'd recognize that worthless drunk anywhere: John, Wren's deadbeat father.

Next to him stands a young woman. For a heart-stopping moment, I think it's Wren. But no, this girl's shorter, her stance less defiant. Em. Wren's little sister.

"What the fuck is going on here?" I growl, turning to Saveliy.

He shakes his head, face grim. "Feed cuts out right after this, boss. But there's more."

Saveliy taps a key and the image changes. Now, I'm looking at a shipping manifest. My eyes narrow as I scan the list. Weapons. High-grade stuff. Enough firepower to start a small war.

"This was found in a dead drop near the tunnel entrance," Saveliy explains. "Date's set for next week."

I lean back, mind racing. Elena. John. Em. Weapons. What the hell kind of game is being played here?

"Boss," Saveliy's voice cuts through my thoughts. "There's one more thing you should know."

He hesitates, and I feel my stomach drop. Whatever's coming next, I know I'm not gonna like it.

"Spit it out," I snap.

Saveliy takes a deep breath. "We intercepted a message. It was encrypted, but we managed to crack it." He pauses, his eyes meeting mine. "It mentioned Wren."

The world goes still. Wren. After three years of silence, her name hits like a bullet to the chest.

"What did it say?" I demand, my voice dangerously low.

Saveliy's answer chills me to the bone: "It said, ‘The Raven returns to the nest.'"