6. Red flags 

6. Red flags 

Rogue's POV 

I watched her fingers covering mine, her chest arching forward so I had her medium-sized breast in my palm. 

"I hate being a Virgin, Rogue. I want to become a woman. Your woman. Please stake your claim on me." Nadya said in a voice she made sound needy. 

Except it put off all the tendrils of desires in me. I instantly withdrew my hand and pushed her aside. I stood up and dragged five deep breaths to calm myself down. 

I hate being touched like that. Or forced to touch someone like that. I am a man with a twisted head but that doesn't mean I'll fall for my cousin's attempts and make it a mess. 

"Fuck off now, Nadya." I huffed, my hands now trembling in anger. 

Leonid, Nadya's father and my uncle had taught me some techniques I use today in my fights. He's my godfather. Unlike others, he stood by my side and supported me when I announced my future plans as a Bratva Boss after taking over. 

He treats me like his son. Although he would be happy to have me married to his daughter, Nadya is not the woman of my dreams. In fact, there's no woman of my dreams. 

"Rogue," I stepped away, to expand the distance between her, towards my desk as she approached me. 

"Get out of my space before I lose my fucking head, Nadya." 

My dick was hard. My body burned with pleasure I sought from touching her skin so intimately. Nadya has tried to kiss me many times and has succeeded, but I have never seen her naked in any sense. 

This was the first time she took her robes off and offered me not just a glance of her unclaimed curves but also fed me a touch of them. And I hate to admit that I want to do more to her. I want to explore more. 

Fuck. She came closer behind me. I felt the warmth of her bare skin hitting my back as she pushed a hand over my shoulder to make me look at her. 

"I can feel it in the air, Rogue. Your arousal has been the strongest always and this is not the first time you're feeling this way, are you?" My breaths hitched as she pressed her titties into my back, hugging me. "I know you want me too." 

"We are cousins. Nothing of that sort would ever happen between us." I spoke and removed her hands from my abs. 

Walking away from her, I exercised deep breathing to avoid giving up to my manly desires, "If there's nothing important about your visit like usual, you must refrain yourself from unpacking. I'll have Igor arrange for your return back to Moscow." 

"I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay here with you, Rogue. You can't keep ignoring me...." I dashed out of my study room towards my bedroom again. 

Nadya is all beauty and manners. My family's one of the traditional ones. So she's raised to become a responsible wife. Obviously she has her own business. She runs a famous clothing brand for women which is also expanding beyond Russia into other countries. 

She deserves a man who'd love and cherish her. I only fuck and use. Sabrina knows better, which is why she's happy with the employee and employer's bond we have. I haven't ever seen anything other than lust in her eyes. That alone makes her my first choice because she knows she's not going to get much from me. 

But Nadya sees it differently. She has hope. Just because I have been awfully nice to her, she thinks she could make it through the wall around my heart and possess it. The poor girl has no idea what I am behind the skin. What I do when I am in the torture room. She'd freak out and never come to see me if she saw my real face. 

My eyes stilled on Sabrina's Butt as I walked in my room. She was still in the same position I had left her in. A rush of heat accumulated between my thighs. I was already naked from the top, hence, I undid my pants while taking a stride toward the bed. 

Leaving my bottoms on the floor by the foot of the bed, I caressed Sabrina's ass cheeks. A hard spank and she gasped, tearing apart from the realm of sleep. 

"Hard again?" She looked at me over her shoulder. 

I slowly entered inside her and smirked, "When have I not been?" 

I poured my frustration on Sabrina and her sweet pussy. The devil may curse me but I imagined her to be Nadya and grilled into her harder. She was again in tears and moaned painfully. But when I emptied my balls deep into her, she smiled and kissed me deep for the hardcore creampie sex. 

She left me in bed, literally crawling out my room. I laid back in bed with my dick standing against my stomach. 

For the rest of the day I avoided running into Nadya. Not that I heard about her. Igor told me she was in the guest room she uses every time she stops by. Also she skipped breakfast and lunch. 

I didn't give it any heed for I knew it was one of her silly attempts to melt me. Rather I answered the mails I left unseen in the early morning, had an online meeting with a client who was in need of some weapons and agreed to meet my brothers from 'Unholy Allies' for our monthly meeting. 

Few years ago I created an alliance with some other mafia bosses, both human and werewolf, to maintain peace in our world. Surprisingly, the alliance has turned more into a relationship. We are brothers. 

There's Conor, the head of the Irish Mafia. Xan from the Greek Syndicate. Evan, the capo of the Italian Mafia. And lastly Zach, the boss of the New York Mafia organization, who joined us a few months ago. Then there's me, the head of our alliance and the boss of the Bratva. 

We are five all altogether and our congregation is more lethal than one can imagine. 

When evening crept in, I finally stepped out of my room. My house was erratically silent. It's strange because Nadya is a wild cat to me, irrespective of being well-mannered, she likes to cause a mess in my house every time I push her away. 

'You were clever enough to send Sabrina on a small holiday. Or else she would have been bleeding dead in her bedroom by now.' Clover commented, making me appreciate my brains. 

I didn't want to risk with her life. She's an obedient mistress. I would hate to see her dead. That's why, I spoke to her on the mind link to pack her bags and asked Igor to arrange her a nice holiday plan. I don't think she would have been able to please me with her body covered with bruises from our sex. She needed her time to heal. 

Now that she's not there I don't have to worry much. I stopped in the kitchen to see the food heated and ready to be served. A servant quickly rushed in to assist me while I strolled out to take my seat on the dining table. 

"Has Nadya had her food?" I asked the servant as she filled my plate with delicious beef stroganoff. 

I couldn't resist the smell and picked a fork to take a bite of my favorite Russian cuisine while it was still being served. However, before I could taste it on my tongue the servant blew my mind off with news I wasn't expecting coming my way. 

"Miss Cordiero is not here anymore, sir. She left the mansion without informing anyone." 

I quickly connected with Sergey, my second bodyguard out of four since Igor was assisting Sabrina, "Where is Nadya, Sergey? Where'd she go?" 

His nervous intake of breath made my eyes freeze on my food before he replied,  "Don't be mad at me but I seriously have no idea."

"I want to know whatever you're hiding, Sergey!" 

"Erm, Rogue, she's kidnapped." 

"What the hell?" I rose from my seat and marched away while Sergey's words stung my brain. "How did that happen and who kidnapped her? Why the fuck wasn't I about it as soon as it happened?" 

Shit, I should have checked on her. Nadya doesn't have bodyguards. And she travels alone. I appoint one for her every time she is in Washington but this time I was too busy staying away from her that I forgot. 

"I have no idea, Rogue. I just saw her running out of your study after you, crying. Then when a servant went to call her for lunch, she refused to come out. Next thing I know is that the guards outside came running to me to say she's left the mansion with her bags and that she won't come with them." With each word Sergey's voice darkened with distress. "When I hurried out to get her back inside, she was pulled into a black Van at the crossroad and taken away while the guard who was watching her laid injured on the ground." 

Liquid anguish stung my body as it ran in my veins with blood. Shit. 

"Why the fuck didn't you tell me first, idiot?" I screamed at him on the link. 

"I am sorry, Rogue. I thought I'd find her first and then..." 

"Shut up. Just shut the fuck up if you don't want me to tear you apart." My heart beat crazily in my chest. 

My four guards, Igor, Sergey, Cezar and Lev are also like my four archangels. They are well-trained and experienced, and handle petty matters like kidnapping, prostitution, fraud, extortion and money laundering cases in Washington on their own. I am informed when the cases are bigger and more crucial. For instance, if there's a new rebellious congregation of gangsters coming to the surface. When drugs and sex slavery is involved. When we've to dispatch shipments of weapons. 

Fake medicines and organ trafficking are my favorite cases. Since they're related to blood, they give me chances in abundance to slice skin and crack bones of the fuckers dealing in them. There's no mercy for assholes playing with lives and stuff that's used to save and live life. 

I also have Denis and Yurii, my right and left hands, who basically take care of all my other mafia work. What I do particularly is expand my legal business and cause bloodshed here and there when I feel it– Which is also rare these days since there is not much happening in the mafia world. I don't understand what's making the hillbillies follow rules and respect limits. Everyone's following the fucking clauses of the peace treaties signed. 

Not that it matters to me because I kill whenever my heart asks for it.

Things get pretty fucked up when I take part. It doesn't end without blood streams because I am allured to kill when I pick up my glock. Yurii says I have the tendency to transform a small argument into a big physical bloody war. 

I couldn't have cared less if it was somebody else getting kidnapped. My hand was forced into taking part for it is about my cousin. But they won't dare kill her even if they got their hands on her pretty hot body. They know the Bratva Boss is a lunatic. 

"Inform Xan and ask him to help track the Van down. I want Nadya alive. Should anything happen to her, I'll bury you alive with her." I hollered before disconnecting myself from the link. 

Checking for my glock and my lucky blade, I rushed out of the mansion to talk with the guards. I'll try not to kill my own men. 

But Nadya... She is a wolf, not a warrior. I'm afraid she would even be able to put up a fight. Goddess, I must bring her back unharmed. 

It couldn't turn out worse than this between Nadya and I, could it? 

Tbc...