Chapter Six

ISAAK

This fury is reserved for everyone.

In my own way, I would punish them all. I always know how to get back at Father, and Lucy has just gotten the first taste of it. All our late night endeavours will seize until I will it otherwise.

I make my way inside the house and I feel that same rising fury inside me like a tornado, barely able to control myself from wanting to tear out into both of them.

Father and Andrei shake hands with a beam on each of their faces, the kind of beam Father only had when there was going to be…

“George! Get ready for a party.”

I sigh, turning away from the two old men. Of course it’s customary for them to organize a party, a show of their strength and unity, to tell Andrei’s enemies that he has a new ally and this new ally is the strongest on the other side of the world and has hands stretched far beyond its bothers until Mexico and capable of sealing a deal with them.

***

The preparations for the party starts almost immediately. If anyone can pull a last minute party, it’s definitely a unity between Father and Andrei. I clench my fist tightly into a hardened ball beside Father as he strides away from the big room, flanking his right hand, Lucy joins us.

The reddish stain on her cheeks has completely disappeared and she barely turns to hold my gaze. Father only casts a glance between her and back at me, then to Kasym who stood behind us, his hands in his back without a single word.

There’s no doubt that he knew what had happened.

I don’t care.

I’m exploding with a kind of fury that should not be there. This isn’t something to be mad at.

I grew up with assholes. I know how it operates.

Hell, I’m one of them. The best and yet I’m foaming with anger that my father replaced me.

Yes.

Yes, it’s the humiliation of it. Like I cannot handle my business myself and daddy has to come in and intervene.

“Why did you do it?” is the first thing that bursts out of my mouth as we step out of earshot from the rest of the household. I notice the increased security around the place. The men and their rifles or pretending they are not looking at me now, having the same thoughts dancing in my head.

“Isaak, you’re only here as my protection and not the head of the cartel.”

“I am the boss,” I seeth. This man has a way of getting under my skin.

“By my grace,” he responds, turning to Lucy. She takes his hand graciously, leading the old man out of the large compound. The same untended rage rises inside me, like a bile ready to explode.

I just want to shoot him. Blow his head off but I clench my fist, swallow all of my anger, sending it through me to the place inside me where all my unresolved issues stay.

I turn to the boy watching us with those innocent eyes.

“You, come with me,” I say, storming past him. His lips tremble as though he is trying to find the right words to say but decides keeping quiet is in his favour.

Good choice. He would have seen a part of me I’m more than waiting to unleash.

He follows behind me, until we’re inside the house.

“Take me to your room,” I command without turning back. I am a few more steps forward when I notice he is not behind me. I turn to face him.

I don’t have time for these games.

His fingers dig into his palms by his side, his hands clenching in a manner that depicts his resolve.

A grin spread across my face, sending a shudder through his body. It is a shame that there is a crack in his resolve already.

“Oh, come on, now, love! Make this fun for me.” I say to myself as I cover the distance between us.

He holds my gaze, refusing to back down. I must give him some credit for that. His resolve is something I will enjoy breaking, playing with until he is on his knees begging me — the place where his father is supposed to be had my old man not decided to show him mercy.

Mercy.

Mercy is for the weak.

In the times when he was the boss and ruled the federation of cartel bosses, he would understand that.

But now…Now, everything has changed.

It all changed from the moment my sister died and he decided he wanted to take himself off the game.

I didn’t know then that ‘off the game’ meant making deals with enemies we can annihilate from the map, sharing territories we can own solely.

“Why are you not moving?” I ask.

Milo doesn’t answer. He just holds my gaze, looking at me with that gaze of a prey pushed to the wall, desperate to fight back and not escape. My dick pushes against my pants at the thought of bringing tears to those eyes.

I reach for him and he flinches, taking a step back. I move again, grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling him to me.

He bites his lips, keeping himself from making any sound even though I pull on him hard enough to know he is in pain. “I asked you a question, brat.”

“Let go of me. I’m not a piece of rag you can toss around,” he seethes the words out like venom but my focus is distracted by his lips and the push against my pants, the need climbing in me.

I’m not supposed to feel this way. I came here with the intent of putting a bullet through every single one of them and yet, barely minutes alone with him and he has my dick pulsing inside, wanting to break that innocence that clouds him and mold him into my personal slut.

“No. You’re not. You’re less than a filthy rag as of now. A rag can only be a rag.” I push him in front of me. “You’re anything I want you to be and if that’s a rag, then that’s what you’ll be.”

He gulped audibly and I grin, following behind him as he takes a left turn towards a door on the end of the hallway. He stands in front of the door, his hand on the numb.

I can see how he tries to hide the trembling but I don’t care. I push the door open, stepping into the room. I take in the surroundings around me, the light blue and pink walls and stickers of different music bands hanging on the walls.

I scoff.

Everything here might as well be that same pink and blue, save for the bed with white sheets.

I turn to him, then back to the door. “What does your father have up his sleeve?” I ask.

It’s his turn to scoff.

“If only he cared enough to have anything up his sleeve.”

I don’t say anything.

He definitely didn’t notice the tick on his father’s jaws when I stood beside him insinuating he was not a virgin.

Fucking him within ear shot of Andrei is definitely going to make him explode.

It’s this thought that propels me to cover the distance between us until I’m standing in front of him, staring down at him.

Milo stares back at me.

“Kneel,” I command.

“No,” he retorts. It is admirable. He is terrified yet he fights to put up a strong front.

“Kneel or deal with your father is off.”

He stares me down despite the obvious trembling of his lower lips. I reach for the gun tucked under my clothes, pull it out and cock it against his forehead.

I do not mean to shoot, but he closes his eyes, waiting, ready to throw himself in front of a bullet before he would let himself succumb to this.

I can force him here to his knees, spank him until he can no longer take it.

Hell, my dick throbs just from the image of his naked ass red with my palm print on either cheeks and him squirming on his legs, but I push that primal urge down.

If I’m going to break him, I need to know what is important to him, what ticks for him.

I brush past him, making my way to the door.

“No!” he gasps, reaching for me. I halt just a step outside the door, turning slowly to him. The defiance melts from his gaze when they meet mine. Slowly, he descends to his knees, leaning back on his legs, his hands coming down to shield his groin.

“No, kitty, that’s definitely not the way to kneel.” I stride towards him, placing the gun on the drawer to the left.

My eyes catch a glimpse of him from the mirror.

Fuck! He looks so fragile, like if I wrap my hands around him he will break.

He’s the enemy, I remind myself and every warmness that manages to warm its way inside me dissipates with the thoughts.

“Your hands by your side,” I say, cupping his chin and staring back into his unrelenting blue eyes. The eyes are as hard as steel. He doesn’t pull away, but he stares back at me with that I’m not afraid of you look.

Lies. He is terrified.

I smirk and press my fingers hard against his cheeks, forcing his mouth open. He pulls his hand to the side, revealing his pink nipples, exposed and hard.

His chest isn’t as flat as I first thought, and I reach for it, grabbing the small handful. He winces as I squeeze it, twirling his nipple between two fingers.

“Ouch!” he cries out as I pinch his nipple, catching him by surprise.

Jerking from my reach, he sits on the floor, his eyes shooting darts at me.

I reach for my zipper, pulling it down and my erection springs to life. He gasps, his eyes resting on the huge erection in front of him.

I take a step towards him and Milo sprints to action, darting for my gun on the drawer before I can even move.

I chuckle, watching as his hand trembles just holding the gun.

“Stay away from me,” he barks.

“You’re not going to pull the trigger, love,” I say, turning my back to him. I sit on the bed, my dick still hard watching him.

“What makes you so sure?” he asks.

“Cause once you do, every person in this house will be dead in a matter of minutes, yourself included. And you’ve never used a gun before,” I say.

He pulls the safety lock, and draws the hammer back, a smug expression lining his face.

Oh.

I rise to my feet, my chest pounding. No, not for fear, but excitement. I know he is not going to shoot but Milo is far more exciting than I gave him credit for, I will admit.

I stand in front of him, pressing the gun to my chest.

“Go on, shoot. It’s going to be me and you for a long time, Kitty. End it now, maybe you’ll be free, or drop the fucking gun, get on your knees and suck my cock,” I say with leveled voice, holding his gaze.

Pause.

One second.

Two.

He pulls the gun down, his eyes lowering. I take the gun from him, place it on the table, raise his chin and hold his gaze. “Kneel.”

Milo obeys.

His warm breath sends a pulse of anticipation throughout my body. I grab a handful of his hair and guide his mouth to my cock, pressing deeper until I hit the back of his throat.

He immediately gags, but I hold him there.

“Fuck!” I breathe out, throwing my head back. He takes me in, the tip of my cock hitting the back of his throat and without my asking, he begins to suck me.

His mouth feels like heaven wrapped around my dick. No, I know heaven is far from where I will ever go but this must be how it feels like.

I’ve had a thousand girls and boys and men and women blow me but he…Milo is definitely a pornstar in a virgin’s body, taking me with enough expertise it feels like he has done this before.

And I know he hasn't.

He sucks me until I can no longer hold back, lost in the pleasures of his mouth. I hold his face pressed to my thighs, my dick hitting the back of his throat with every thrust of my hips.

His fingers dig inside my thighs as I shoot my cum deep inside his throat, feeling him choke on my cum.

I pull from him, and push my dick back inside my pants.

“Get prepared, once this circus of a party is over, we are leaving,” I say, walking out of the room.