15. Vitali

FIFTEEN

Vitali

A nyone who comes close enough to breathe the same air as Stasi is a suspect. There are only two people I would label as whores: Stasi’s mother, and her stepsister. They could be virginal and still hold the title with how much they crave attention.

Vlad’s a childish dickhead and kicks my ankle under the table, forcing me to look at him and sit taller. I’m stuck sitting with the parents like I’m a kid and Inessa’s beady eyes keep coming to me with a smirk. If she opens her mouth I’m never letting the kids sleep on my floor again, I’ll tell them horror stories, so they have to sleep in their bed all night and Vlad will be all pissy about it.

Stasi’s dress doesn’t match the theme of the rest of her family. She’s beautiful in anything and nothing, but the short-as-fuck dress just barely covers the tops of her thighs while they’re in gowns. My T-shirts drop lower on her body than that fabric does. I don’t give a fuck how she dresses, it’s the discomfort on her face as she stands beside her family while her hand keeps creeping behind her to pull it down.

I’ve narrowed down my list to the fuckers who smoke, and one name lights up as the cunt tracks her movements. Borya stands with his pathetic crew of old fucks and they all stare at her, watching every step she takes, and I know it’s him as he walks towards her. If I needed proof to show anyone it’s in the way Stasi leans closer to Vlad as she stands beside our table, he’s my brother and I’ll die for him, but he’s a fucking sociopath and no one would ever reach out to him for shit. No one would outside of our family would ever expect protection from Vlad, but she is right now and in true fashion he ignores her silent pleading.

Even his wife hardens as she picks up on the move and Inessa’s tone is full of Bratva royalty as she addresses the pervert. “Congratulations on your daughter’s engagement, and your sister’s Anastasia.”

Reminding him of their relation doesn’t get him to move the fuck away from my girl, it pisses him off.Borya turns to Inessa, and he can’t help himself from being a misogynistic twat.

“Your husband already extended his congrats.”

The prick just signed his death certificate as Vlad tenses. His violence is always accompanied by a smile, but his tell is minute. It’s one that I’ve witnessed many times, and it was always followed by Dima sitting Val, Katya, and me down to go over the rules while he stayed with us.

Stasi uses the opportunity to get away from Borya and I grab her wrist so she can’t escape me. She turns her shoulders in then quickly straightens her spine as I tug on her arm to sit her on my thigh, but she takes the seat beside me. What the fuck? I’m not a fucking leper for fuck’s sake.

I’m staring at the side of her head but she’s watching the back and forth between Inessa and her stepfather like it’s a tennis match.

“On behalf of my grandfather since he’s visiting Moscow. But if you don’t accept them from me, I’m sure he’ll be happy to extend his well wishes once he’s back.”

It’s easy to forget how psychotic she is when we’re at home with face masks on. Ignoring the thinly veiled threats and outright ass kissing, I take out my phone and message Stasi who’s ignoring me.

Me:

What did he say?

Stasi:

You’re sat right next to me. You can hear yourself.

Not that, dipshit

What did he say to YOU

Don’t call me a dipshit, you fucking prick.

I swear to fuck this woman is crazy. I’m the crazier one for wanting her and I go back to the most interesting thing here.

My bad, your royal highness

You beautiful woman

Crafted from gold

And built with diamonds in your blood

What did the ugly cunt say to you?

I’m giddy as fuck watching her smile and I never acted like this even when I was a teenager. Her head snaps up as she types and gives her full attention to whatever shit is happening between Inessa and Borya. Switching threads, I tell Vlad to keep his ass seated. If anyone is going to kill the cunt it’s me; he called my girl a whore and I’ll bury his tongue inside the cake, so they all know not to do it again.

My phone buzzes with Stasi still refusing to look at me and my blood roars in my ears as I read.

Better.

The same shit as usual, but now I’m your family’s whore until you and your brothers get rid of me.

Who do you think is going to throw the first punch? V or I?

The rumor is bullshit. We don’t share women, other than Dani who was mine before Val stole her, even then that’s not sexual because she’s just Dani. None of these fucks have anything better to do than discuss our dicks or trying to suck them at every opportunity. Our actual family secrets are more sinister, yet they only focus on any perverted shit they can find. They’d lose their minds if they knew the truth that their assumption that Dani is Viktor’s biological mother is bullshit and she’s actually his aunt.

As soon as Borya walks off I leave Stasi with my family, knowing they’ll keep her safe, and follow the little cunt. He’s not a big enough man to ever intimidate me and he’s allowed being a Vor to dull his reflexes.He walks into the hallway, no doubt to go smoke and bolster his confidence about disrespecting Vlad’s wife, but he stumbles as I slap my hand on his shoulder and push him into his office.

The quick head turn has him losing all color, it should be relief considering everyone looks at my brothers with that same clammy pallor to their skin whereas I’m the easygoing one. They’re the psychos who do the most fucked-up shit and Vlad is going to make his life hell for the way he spoke to Inessa, so I need to get my revenge in before him.

We all have the capability of being crazy, mine only comes out when someone fucks with my family and that’s what he’s done by putting his shit in my Stasi’s life. One thing that Anika taught me was that you don’t speak first because you’ll lose all power. It’s how she would always win, find out shit I didn’t want her to know when we were kids, the silence would force my tongue to move, and I’d spew shit in the hope of ending the anticipation.

It’s exactly what Borya does, and he holds his hands up, backing away and says, “She’s lying, I didn’t touch her.”

All my earlier anger is turned into something more dangerous. He fucking touched her, put his dirty fucking hands on my girl who’s too good for anyone. Kicking the door closed, I take a step closer and whoever speaks from my mouth is hellish.

“So, you didn’t call her a Vartanov whore?”

His answer is there in the way his face shakes. Weak cunt.

I’m the puppy of the family for fuck’s sake, if he can’t fucking handle this he’s going to have a heart attack when Vlad comes to collect his pound of flesh. I force my body to become still, remembering there are cameras in the room.

“You were right, your daughter is my whore. She sucked my cum down like a pro in this very room.”

Some of the color comes back into his cheeks as he takes a seat behind his desk, laughing like a sick fuck.

“We’ve all heard how she likes to spend her time.”

I look around the room bored while he fights his hand to watch like a true pervert. My voice comes out with the same bored quality as I continue, “I might pass her on to my brothers next, she seemed eager enough with just me.”

There’s a photo of the prick’s family on his bookcase, no Stasi in sight. Eight frames and she’s only in one of them with her shoulders hunched forward and her arms wrapped around herself protectively. She looks weird as fuck the with her natural hair color, my mind isn’t used to her features next to the golden strands.

Borya, the pervert, laughs and hums in agreement. “She enjoys teasing people.”

His daughter does. My girl doesn’t give two fucks about people.

“That she does,” I agree. “Although, I think Valentin would break her, you know what he’s like.”

The motherfucker laughs, again, and clucks his tongue. “That’s what someone like her requires, it may teach her the error of being a whore.”

Cunt.

Stupid, ugly fucking cunt.

If Val wasn’t married to Dani, I’d tell him to use his cursed dick to make the bitch’s life hell, but I’ll have to rethink that idea for Marta’s punishment. It needs to be something that I can use as a noose around her neck and get her to beg at Stasi’s feet, worship her and acknowledge my girl as the goddess she is.

Moving around the room, I check the adjoining bathroom and lock the door so no one can enter from the hallway then I take a sample of his drinks to hide my disgust. His finger has inched closer to his keyboard and I raise my glass, gesturing to the screen as I say, “Watch it. I know a man of your standing is intelligent enough to ensure that his home is protected.”

I just threw up in my mouth. How do they kiss people’s ass without choking on their own shit?

I give him the exact time and watch his face as it loads. My hand was on Stasi’s ass covering the view of her pussy and the fucker fills with rage as he watches his daughter kneel for me.

“I hope your daughter’s dress wasn’t expensive,” I croon. “I suppose she can suck my cum out of it when she’s bored.”

He turns to me, red faced and enraged, so I add, “Unless you want to? There’s no judgemnt from me.”

My knife is in my hand as he slams his fist against the desk, but I don’t remember taking it out and the tumbler slips as I push forward. I’m outside of my body and it all happens in distorted sequences as though my mind can’t process the images as each blink brings with it a snapshot.

My knife goes through his hand, forcing it to remain stuck to his desk. I grab his jaw to dull his screams and his other hand gets the same treatment with a letter opener. It’s not good enough, he needs more pain, and the ice tongs call my name. I use them to grab his filthy tongue and take out my lighter. His spit makes it slip so I tighten the handle in my fist as I fully settle back inside my body.

He mumbles some bullshit as I uncap the zippo I stole from Val and I let the flame lick the bottom of the muscle as I study how it bubbles.

“Say ‘I’m a dumb fuck’, Borya.”

Spit flies from his tongue as he mumbles, and I laugh, adding more lines for my own entertainment while he tries not to scream and betray his title.

“I’ll never go near Anastasia again.”

“I-uh nev-uh uh naah Anababa agben.”

“My daughter is the only Vartanov whore.”

His mumbling is incoherent as I push the flames higher.

“And now I will be.”

The scream is subdued, and his face turns deep red as I push the flame higher again, so it blisters and the useless bastard passes out, robbing me of the full effect. All my life I’ve heard how fucking formidable Vory are supposed to be, not only physically but mentally, this cunt is weak as fuck and Viktor is stronger than he is. Fuck that, Vasya and Nikita are toddlers, and they’d laugh in anyone’s face trying to threaten them before they both beat the shit out of them.

Taking my knife out of his hand, I rip his shirt then carve into his chest. Hairy fuck, he could have shaved so I had a clean canvas. I’ve only got to the second A in my name when the door opens and the psycho walks in.

“Are you practicing your spelling?” Vlad asks as he closes the door behind him.

This is the fucker who raised me and people wonder why I’m fucked up. Ignoring Vlad’s dumbass commentary, I finish writing Vartanov whore and step back. Crystal clinks together and my brother’s voice is right behind me. “Full marks, you spelt it all correctly. Want a sticker?”

The psycho fuck probably has them in his pocket with his grandson being obsessed with them and I shake my head in answer and exasperation.

We don’t stay to wait for Borya to wake up and I’m stopped from going back to Stasi as Vlad corners me. He steps away from anyone else with the tumbler loosely held in his fingers and looks towards the room with all the partygoers as he asks, “Is it serious?”

I don’t have an answer.

It’s not but I keep saying shit to her, asking her to marry me because she sucked my dick so good I saw stars, and promising her my ring. My thumb goes to the signet, toying with the band I haven’t taken off since I was thirteen.

The neurotic fuck issues a veiled warning. “She’s a good kid.”

I choose to focus on his wording rather than the true topic, and pointedly look at his wife then back to him.

“She’s the same age as your wife.”

His voice drops to below a whisper, and he fills with pride at being able to say, “So is my daughter.”

He should probably see someone about that and figure out why he’s fucked in the head, but I value my life and walk away.

There’s blood on my shirt sleeve which gets Stasi’s attention straight away as I take the seat beside her. I expect her to blow up, scream at me, or call me a prick. But she doesn’t. Her eyes go wide, and she grabs my hand, uncaring about anyone around us as she drags me through the house into the coldest bedroom in existence. All the walls are white and there’s nothing comforting about the space; the bed is small as fuck and there’s no other furniture. When she sits me on it I nearly get pegged by one of the fucking springs and then her hands are on me. Her fingers touch every part of my skin she unveils until she lets out a harsh breath and becomes the fake-ass bitchy persona she uses as a shield.

“I thought you were hurt, you could have said something.”

She didn’t give me a chance to speak, and I pull her to stand between my thighs. There’s more to the story with Borya and her whole family, I want to know and try to find an avenue that she won’t shut down.

“Spend the night with me, not to fuck and leave before I wake up.”

The caveat is needed, she’ll disappear on me otherwise.

Her hand is wrapped around the hem of her dress at each side, and I shrug out of my jacket, draping it over her shoulders. It covers more than the dress and I know she didn’t pick it with how uncomfortable she is. It makes her soften and her fingers play with my hair as I stare up at her, hoping a dopey grin will convince her.

She speaks slowly and contradicts herself. “Don’t make this into something more, I like spending time with you.”

I kiss her chin and hug her thighs as I beg, “I like spending time with you too. I want to do it without my dick being inside you. Stay with me, malysh, not in this servant room, but your bed or mine.”

She turns rigid at my descriptor and peels my arms off her to step back, her eyes muted and her voice is worse as she says, “Not tonight, I’m busy, puppy.”

All the usual heat of her playfulness is missing at the nickname, and she turns, walking out of the room.