Glazov (Born Bratva Book 1) (7 page)

Kathleen

He was making me crazy, constantly bringing me to the verge of climax and then stopping. Why was he doing this to me? Was torturing me with pleasure some sort of sensual sadism?

When he first started teasing me, all my emotional walls and barriers were firmly in place. I was a lady who kept a
tight rein
on everything I did, and that included in the bedroom. By the time Glazov was through with me, I was a writhing, begging, moaning, feral slut. I would have gone out and barked at the moon if he told me I had to do so to be able to come.

I finally screamed out the one thing I knew he wanted to hear, which happened to be the one thing I didn’t want to say: “I’ll do whatever you want!”

He had me wound up so tight, I felt as if I exploded from the inside out when I finally did come. I lied beneath him, feeling drugged, while he pushed into me and manipulated his hips in a manner that pulled two more raging orgasms from my sated body. I don’t remember falling asleep, and I don’t remember him leaving. What I do remember is having the best night’s sleep I’d had in years.

Kathleen

I woke up the next morning to the sound of an unfamiliar alarm and looked over to see a new phone. I already knew Glazov well enough to know it was probably bugged. I had no intentions of using it, even if I was glad that it woke me up. The testing appointment was something I wanted to keep.

I made my way to the kitchen to start coffee and went ahead and jumped in the shower while it percolated. Intrusive thoughts about the previous night flooded my mind as I washed my hair.

It was true that sex with Glazov was better than anything I’d ever experienced before, but there was no way I was going to let that fact deter me from getting away from him. Even though I would never do it, I wondered what he would do if I said, “Just kill her; I don’t care. I don’t want to be with you.”

How would Glazov react if he didn’t have control? I could always go to the police, but I didn’t have much faith they could protect me. There was no place I could run because distance wouldn’t protect me either. He had worldwide connections. It always came back to one thing: I needed to try to logically reason with him. That was how I handled issues in the past, and that was how I would handle this issue.

Glazov

I watched as she entered my home wearing jeans, a t-shirt, no make-up, and carrying a phone in her hand that wasn’t the one I left at her house. She’d just walked in and already I was pissed.

If I had given that phone to any of my other women, they would have been elated. This wasn’t a matter of my ego, though. I was well aware of the fact that women wanted me for my money and prestige. They used me the same way I used them.

In my world, being with a Boss was a big deal, so they did what I wanted, when I wanted it. The women I’d been with in the past did whatever I wanted because of who I am, but this woman was different. I had to admit there was a part of me that liked her defiance, but it didn’t matter how much her resistance turned me on. I was all about control, and I would never relinquish that control.

“We’ll discuss the phone when the doctor leaves.”

She sat down and ignored me. I could tell she was more concerned about dealing with the doctor than me. I intentionally requested a female doctor to come in for the testing. The thought of any other man spreading open my Ptichka’s legs infuriated me.

I clenched my fists at the thought of another man touching her. I would definitely be informing her today that if I caught her with another man, I would kill him. It was as simple as that.

She hadn’t mentioned anything yet about the clothes I left at her house. I had purposely left the clothing and then called Yafon to come pick me up the night before to confuse her. She wasn’t reacting the way I anticipated she would. Getting into her head was proving to be a challenge, and it was one that only spurred me on to persist in cracking the puzzle that was my little Ptichka.

Every other woman I’d ever been around had been simple to figure out. This one was a complete contradiction. She was a good girl and an independent woman, yet her body cried out to me. She wanted to escape me, yet she wanted me. It was so fucking intriguing.

Kathleen

I was so relieved to see the doctor Glazov brought in was female. I wasn’t here today because he mandated it; I was here because I wanted to be here. I had no intentions of having sex with anybody else. Hell, the only reason I’d had it with him was because he was blackmailing me. I sure as hell hadn’t planned on enjoying our little fuck sessions.

The doctor drew our blood and then asked Glazov to leave while she did a pap smear. She was all business, and I was too. I wasn’t in the mood for small talk.

When she was finished, I immediately got up to leave when Glazov’s voice cut through the air and stopped me.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Some of us have legitimate jobs, Glazov.”

He grabbed my wrist, pulled me into his office, and tossed me into a chair. I grabbed the arms of the seat and bit my tongue to keep from mouthing off.

I tried to lighten the mood by asking for coffee. I didn’t want him to be mad when I tried to reason with him about our
situation.

He called someone to get coffee for me and tea for himself. I watched as he sat behind his desk, and I immediately hated that he had the advantage of being on his home turf. He looked quite at home behind his desk, where I’m sure he ruled his reign of terror.

I waited until the maid brought in the tray before I started speaking. “This isn’t working out for me. This whole thing where you force your way into my life just isn’t reasonable. Speaking of unreasonable, what’s up with you leaving your tailored clothes in my closet? You and Robin need to work something out. I didn’t take your money, and I am not going to be held liable for it.”

“Okay, I kill her.” His heavily accented words pierced the airwaves.

“I don’t care. Kill her.”

His laughter filled the room. “This is why I like you. You’re a survivor, like me.”

I scrunched my lip up in distaste. “I’m nothing like you.”

His face instantly changed and a very cold demeanor washed over his countenance. He interlocked his fingers and rested his chin on them as he spoke.

“Do you think you are better than me? Because I am a criminal, do you think you are above me? You are very naïve. I am a necessary evil.”

“I don’t think I’m better than anyone. What I do think is that this is Robin’s problem, not mine.”

Though his demeanor was calm, his eyes had changed. They were no longer blue but, instead, looked grey and lifeless.

“As amusing as it is to me that you think you have a choice, I’m losing my patience with you. You can
throw your friend under the bus,
as the Americans say, and I will kill her and still keep you. What part of you are being blackmailed don’t you get?”

This discussion was not going the way I had planned.

“Glazov, you can’t just blackmail people to make them do what you want them to do; it isn’t ethical.”

Once again, his laughter rang through the air. “I can’t believe you are that fucking naïve.”

With no warning whatsoever, he spoke in his Russian dialect into a speaker. I watched, horrified, as two huge Neanderthal looking men pulled me out of my chair and led me up a winding staircase. They led me down a long hallway that had rooms on either side much like a hotel would have. They stopped and unlocked a door.

They pulled me inside, and I took in my surroundings. The room was completely empty except for a black swing looking chair that hung from the ceiling.

One of Glazov’s goons picked me up and placed me in the swing as if I weighed no more than a child. I awkwardly sunk down into the swinging device and watched in disbelief as they turned and left, locking the door on their way out to leave me in complete darkness.

I listened for any evidence of sound. When I continued to hear nothing but silence, I began the struggle of trying to get out of the chair, but it was futile. I was trapped. I was sunk down helplessly into a chair that wouldn’t release me. After several moments of awkward struggling, I let myself relax and contemplated my situation. No matter how I tried to reason with this man, there was no getting through to him. What the fuck did he want from me?

I began to cry as I thought about how helpless I felt. Not since I was a child, could I remember a time I had felt this vulnerable. I’d done everything in my power to ensure I would never be at someone’s mercy, yet here I was, completely helpless. I hated him for doing this to me, and I hated Robin for putting me in this situation. I literally sobbed myself to sleep in the dark.

I don’t know how long I slept. When I awoke in the pitch dark, terror seized me. I screamed at the top of my lungs, and still, no one came for me. I was hungry, I was thirsty, I had to pee, and I was scared. I screamed, begged, cried, and still, no one came.

Suddenly, as if a light went off in my head, I understood. I spoke in a barely audible whisper and said five small words, “I’ll do what you want.” I knew he had to have been watching me on surveillance because, almost immediately, I heard familiar footsteps. Light flooded the room when the door opened.

I closed and opened my eyes, trying to adjust to the bright light now permeating the room, and what I saw brought me anything but peace of mind.