Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Chloe didn’t know when he stopped and began to play with her clit, but the moment he did, she lost all sense of thought and who she was. She could only beg for more, hungry for his touch, desperate for it.
Roman brought her to orgasm, and before the final waves of her orgasm had finished, he was already holding onto her hips and driving inside her repeatedly. Over and over, fucking her, taking her, and she felt when he found his own release, as his cock jerked inside her, and she felt his cum pulsing inside her.
“See, I can control your thoughts.”
Chapter Three
Part of his work was boring, another dangerous, and some parts he wouldn’t dream of allowing Chloe to join him.
Today was one of those days, which is why he made sure she was dressed to go out, and he’d dropped her off at a nightclub, with strict instructions to several of his men that she was not to leave. They were also to make sure no one danced with his woman. He hated when other men approached what belonged to him, and Chloe was all his.
Stepping into the factory, the moment he was seen, he heard the masculine whimpers. He hated when men lost control like that and cried.
He had been called because a job needed to be done. Michael Anderson hadn’t paid his bills. He borrowed money off the Zaitsev Bratva, with the agreement of a percentage of profits every quarter. The last two quarters, he hadn’t paid up, and then, as an insult, he had wrapped a couple of fifty-dollar bills around a bunch of one-dollar bills, taking them as fools.
No one took the Zaitsev as fools.
The very thought always brought Roman work. He was the one they called because he was known for getting the work done. He made sure to send a message that would instill fear into everyone and anyone wanting to associate with them.
If they paid their debts and didn’t insult them, there was nothing to worry about. Roman didn’t only terrify and torture those that attempted to play them as fools. He also made sure those associates that worked well with them always stayed safe.
He had helped a struggling family of a man who worked for them for many years. Unfortunately, the man had died, but he’d been loyal from the moment he was initiated. When their loyal men died, their families were taken care of.
A couple of punks had tried to extort money from them, forcing them to pay up for protection. It got so bad that the mother of the old soldier had no choice but to reach out. They were bleeding the place dry for money.
Roman took care of it.
On one of the nights they were due to come and collect money, he was waiting for them. They paid back all the money, and as an apology, they were working for the young woman, but not until they had to suffer several broken bones.
If the situation required it, he’d break bones, skin them, remove teeth, nails, and then even kill if necessary. Roman didn’t care. He was given orders and then told to assess for himself, and to handle the situation, which was exactly what he did.
Michael was whimpering and shaking like mad. This wasn’t fear. Roman had seen fear. The man was needing another fix.
He stepped up to Michael and shoved up Michael’s shirt sleeve, and sure enough, the track marks were a sign. That was where their money was going. Roman hated drugs. It was part of their many businesses, but he’d seen way too many people fall under the control of drugs. It wasn’t something he ever planned to try.
“You’ve been a naughty boy, Michael,” he said.
“So I missed a couple of quarters. I bet everyone has done it.”
Roman crouched down so he had no choice but to look at him. Michael attempted to look away, but he grabbed his chin, hard. He knew he was hurting him, as the man whimpered. He wasn’t even trying to be gentle. Roman wanted to hurt this man, to teach him a lesson.
“Do you see anyone around to tell the tale of missing a couple of quarters?” Roman asked. “People don’t miss quarters. They pay on time, or even before the due date.”
Most people paid on time.
“Fuck you,” Michael said. “It’s my money. I don’t need you. I never needed you. Your money is shit. Fucking bullshit.”
Roman smiled. He didn’t have a problem if he wanted to continue throwing abuse out. It was all good fun.
“You know what, go ahead, do your worst, you evil fucker. The moment you’re done with me, I’ll go to the cops. They’ll help me. They’ll want anything to hang you motherfuckers.”
Roman had to give it to him. Michael had gone from crying and whimpering, to fighting. It was rather refreshing. Pulling a chair toward Michael, he looked at his masterpiece. If Michael had kept his mouth shut, he wouldn’t have needed to do what he had to do. Threatening and insulting had taken it to a whole new level.