Sociopath's Revenge (28 page)

"How did you end up in Russia?" he asked tensely, his jaw ticking and his anguished, amber eyes focused completely on his brother, oblivious to anything else in the room, including me.

"I went days without food and was starving. I noticed a man in an expensive suit who, for some odd reason, walked in the dark area of Austin. I quickly stole his wallet." He smirked at himself mockingly. "Only he discovered it quickly, and then several other men showed up. Turned out I stole from the crime lord of the Russian mafia family, and he didn't take it kindly. He would have killed me, but he was impressed with my skills, so he gave me a choice. I had to either go to Russia with him or be killed. Call me stupid, but even back then, I still wanted to live." He shrugged and then ran his hand over his head. "I learned the language, the skills, and the old man considered me a son. The rest is history." He finished and went to the bar and poured himself a vodka.

His back tensed at Damian's next question. "Are you a Russian mafia boss now?"

Dom spun around and chuckled without any humor. "Yeah, I operate the house there. I live in Russia and prefer for it to stay that way." He exhaled a breath. "I had no clue where you were until Vasya showed me." He didn't bother to explain who this Vasya man was. "And then it just seemed pointless. You decided to keep the idea of two brothers, and it was fine. Seemed like you had everything under control." He took a quick shot of his drink, grimaced, and then continued, "I wasn't the brother you used to know. Contacting you for a warm reunion appeared pointless." And for the first time, something besides indifference flashed over his face. Hard to name what, but at least it let me know that deep down in his heart, he wasn't as heartless or detached as he wanted to pretend in front of us.

Damian closed his eyes for a second, but then snapped them open and rushed to Dom's side.

"If I suspected or just thought there was a possibility of you being alive, I would have looked all this time. I mean it, Dom." They held each other's eyes for long moments, but before they could say anything else, the front door to Connor's house crashed loudly, and a husky, annoyed female voice spoke.

"Connor, you freaking jerk! How could you have scared him away?" In a second, a young woman stormed into the room and breathed heavily with fury. "He broke up with me with a text! A freaking text, Connor!"

Despite my shock at her interruption, it didn't escape my notice how gorgeous the girl was. She had long, wavy, blonde hair that fell down her spine, green-as-emerald eyes, which sent daggers Connor's way, her pale, freckled skin blushed from her rage, and a tight, Hervé Léger dress hugged her perfect body. Victoria's Angels had nothing on her, seriously. Long legs, narrow waist, and firm, bigger than average-sized breasts. Even in six-inch high heels, she was a few inches shorter than Connor, and her perfect makeup emphasized her natural features.

On reflex, I tried to straighten my shirt and readjust my bun. Compared to her, I looked like a homeless addict, and no female on the planet wanted to look inferior to another. With all this turmoil and sleepless nights from Kristina's nightmares and Damian's medication, I hadn't really had time for myself.

The blonde poked her finger at Connor's chest, while continuing with her tirade, and she probably hadn't even noticed other people in the room. "I'm twenty-six years old, you jackass, and thanks to you, still single. I will die a nun if you keep scaring away every guy who is interested in me," she screamed the last part, waving her hands wildly and huffing in frustration. "Let me date, Connor!"

"Munchkin—" he started, but was harshly interrupted when she poked him again.

"No, don't call me that. You are my freaking twin, Connor! I'm not a munchkin! Stop treating me like a kid!" Connor's face darkened. He grabbed her finger in his fist, brought her body to his, and his raised brow stopped any protest the woman wanted to voice.

"Munchkin," he repeated, "I didn't scare that piece of shit away, just hinted what might happen to him if he treated you badly. Guess he didn't want to risk it after all, huh?"

"Connor—" Her eyes widened once they registered all of us in the room, and she took a step back from him. Her cheeks flushed a deep red, and she covered her eyes with one hand and groaned. "This is so embarrassing." Her eyes focused on me. She gave me a tentative, friendly smile and put out her hand for me to shake. "Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Frankie." She pointed at Connor. "This jerk's sister. I'm sorry you had to hear all that." So this was the infamous sister, the other twin who escaped on that fateful day. I shook her hand and instantly liked her.

"Sapphire. No problem, I understand the struggle." Going all those years with an overly protective brother probably sucked. How was a girl supposed to find her "happy ending," if it got scared away all the time, right?

Connor grabbed her by the elbow and again turned her around to face him. "I'm kind of in the middle of something here, so could you come another time?"

Frankie frowned, clearly not liking the suggestion. "No, I can't. It's important."

The door slammed open again, and Rosa burst into the room, breathing heavily. "Frankie, what the hell? You left me alone with them!" Frankie rolled her eyes.

"Please, I had to settle something with almighty Connor here. Plus, Orlando really likes you, and I think you two could hook up." My brows lifted at this bit of information. Considering Rosa barely left the house, maybe since S was captured, she could finally achieve all those dreams of sex she had. Rosa wore skinny jeans, black heels, and a navy blue shirt, which, combined with her looks, made it almost impossible to take one's eyes away from her.

"I don't want to hook up with anyone!" she exclaimed, and Frankie frowned in confusion.

"Since when? As long as I can remember, we've both wanted to get rid of your holy"—she made air quotes with her middle and index fingers for the word 'holy'—"virginity thing, and all of a sudden, you are picky?"

Rosa took a deep breath. "Yes, I am, okay?"

"Listen, if this is about the guy you have a crush on who recently burned his hands, then I suggest moving on," Frankie advised, as I blinked a few times.

Guy who burned his hands? As in….

Freaking hell. Rosa had a crush on Dominic? How did she even know him? Connor touched her arm softly. "I have to look out for you now too?"

Before she could say anything, all of us froze at Dom's lethal voice, crackling with tension, and a shiver ran through me, and not the best kind.

"Get your hands away from her."

My eyes widened when I noticed Dom's eyes light up with dominance and possessiveness while they were focused on Rosa, the look easily recognizable to me since Damian had the same in his eyes every single day.

Whatever Rosa did, wanted, or desired didn't matter anymore.

She belonged to Dominic from now on.

Dominic

Listen, if this is about the guy you have crush on who recently burned his hands, then I suggest moving on.

Rosa lied to me the other day in the hospital; she wasn't in love with my brother. Not caring about the audience we had, I said harshly, "You lied to me?" The cross on my neck burned my skin ever since she gave it back to me, because the only place it belonged was on her, and after tonight, she'd finally learn it.

She touched her hand to her chest, breathing heavily as her eyes widened in shock, and she groaned in mortification. "Why are you here?" She gave the room a long look, and the blush barely visible on her skin spread to her neck and cheeks, creating a rather cute picture. "I didn't lie to you," she answered defensively, while not meeting my eyes.

"I claimed you, and you started to talk bullshit about my brother and your crush on him!" Sapphire gasped while Damian quickly went to her side, as quickly as his cast leg allowed him at least, and wrapped his arm around her while frowning. They both watched Rosa closely, clearly wondering how they missed the signs of her being in love with him before.

"Are you out of your mind?" she asked in disbelief. "I never said I have a crush on him!" Her eyes focused on Damian. "And for the record, I don't, okay? That's the whole point." She gestured in frustration with her hands. "You guys have the same face. I have nothing but platonic feelings for you, but when I see him, I just—" She stopped talking and exhaled a heavy sigh. "I can't control that I want to sleep with him." She glared at me. "Happy now? I said it aloud, and I'm freaking proud."

"This is better than the soaps I watched in the dorms," Frankie commented excitedly, and for a moment, my attention shifted from my woman to Connor's sister as I tried to recognize in the gorgeous woman the small little girl who slept in my arms while I promised to save her.

"Beth?" What was all this Frankie shit anyway? At hearing her name, she froze, and the smile slowly died out. The amusement in her eyes faded and was replaced with confusion and uneasiness.

"Nobody calls me that anymore," she whispered. Then realization must have hit her as she let go of the bag in her hand, which gently hit the floor, and raced to me in record time, ending up with her arms wrapped around my neck, squeezing the life out of me. Her strong perfume didn't bother me, and I returned the hug, incredibly happy that her life turned out all right. "Dominic," she said, and buried her face in the crook of my neck, something no woman had done before. Although considering Beth a woman was laughable, she was like a kid sister I always had in the back of my mind. Her life had been saved, so she didn't have to go through the hideous things Damian and I did. "I thought I'd never see you again."

"Me too." My eyes searched for Rosa, and I narrowed them as Connor raised her chin up and caressed her cheek with his thumb. I didn't miss the pained expression cross her face. "Honey, I'm thrilled to see you, but I have something to take care of. Get my number from Connor and we'll meet." She nodded, and I pushed her aside, and in two short strides ended up next to Rosa. My hand removed Connor's hand, and I kneeled down and hoisted her over my shoulder while she squealed in surprise and then outrage as her small hands hit my back. Like her gentle touch could hurt me, what a laughable concept.

"Let go of me, you Neanderthal! Why don't you just take Frankie?" she said viciously. Was it jealousy I heard? Ignoring her words, I spun around, my stare meeting Damian's. His face didn't really give away what he thought, but I could see both amusement and anger underneath it all.

"She's mine now. No longer your concern." And how fucking nice it felt to finally say it. "I dealt with Don too."

This whole meeting was supposed to break the ice and to come up with a plan to hurt those fuckers, but not enough for them to die so they could still face retribution in prison. However, all this conflict was between my brother and me. And it had to be discussed only between us; otherwise, it'd turn into a circus like this meeting had.

"Let's meet in Houston in three days. At Mom and Dad's grave." He nodded, confirming my suspicion it was he all along who'd created such a beautiful area around there. With that, I left the room with Rosa's constant threats of harming my balls and dick if I didn't put her down.

Once we were outside, I slapped her ass hard, which finally silenced her, and I pushed her inside the car and slid in after her. "You don't have the right to decide!" Ignoring her outburst once again, I addressed my driver. "Home, Vlad." My finger pressed the button, and in a second, the black glass wall separated us from his inquisitive eyes.

"And if you think—" I grabbed her by the neck, leaned forward, and for the first time in my life kissed a woman properly, resembling nothing of the tame peck we had in the park. The act seemed too intimate to share it with any other woman before; not to mention, I'd never wanted to. She gasped in surprise, which allowed me to push my tongue inside and seek hers, and she gave it tentatively. The sounds and movements were sloppy, our teeth clashed, and we awkwardly angled our heads. Clearly, my Rosa had no fucking idea how to do it right either. That knowledge filled me with so much satisfaction and primal need I could have come right there. It wouldn't have mattered to me if she had a thousand men before me, but fuck if I wouldn't love to be her one and only lover.

"I don't think we're doing it right," she murmured against my lips, and her words, for the first time in forever, brought lightness to my soul.

"It's all right. We have the rest of our lives to learn,
krasavica
."

Sapphire

My eyes snapped open, only to discover Damian wasn't in the bed with me. Putting my silky black robe on my nightgown-covered body, I checked on Kristina in the guest room of the penthouse, and thankfully, she slept peacefully. At some point in Connor's house, she was awakened by all the excitement and was excited to meet Frankie. After a few short hours, we came back to the penthouse, and she was out again. Juanita couldn't get enough of her and decided to stay the night, and we didn't mind.

Shutting the door quietly behind me, I strode to the living room where Damian stood, resting his arm on the window, his forehead leaning against it while his eyes admired the New York nightlife. Moonlight was the only source of illumination, creating a mysterious aura around him like all those years ago, the night when I came back to him. He wore nothing but a bath towel wrapped around his waist.