Bratva-Mikhail

Gone

Janis

It had been another week and things were going well. We spent mornings together until Mikhail had to work. When he got done, we did things normal couples did. Watched movies, cuddles and late-night rounds in the bedroom.

It was amazing.

I did still dance a few nights a week. I no longer did lap dances and Mikhail was content with that. Although I know he still didn’t like the idea of men eating me alive with their eyes.

I came home tonight and the house was quiet. Mikhail had warned me he would be late into the early morning with a job he was doing with the MC. So a sandwich, some wine and a bath sounded perfect.

I turned around, sandwich in hand and nearly ran right into Samantha’s plastic nose. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t normally cosmetic shame but I hated her, and her work was done terribly.

She smiled at me. Wickedly. Great.

“Hey there maid. I have something you should see. Now don’t get too upset, you aren’t the first and won’t be the last to find out Mikhail always comes home to me eventually.”

She produced a tablet, tapping at the screen a few times. The video began to play and the plate dropped from my hands, shattering on the floor. No. This wasn’t real.

The video played including sound. On it was Mikhail, pounding into Samantha. His grunts sounded too familiar. She was shrieking like a banchee. My eyes didn’t leave the screen for what felt like forever. Then the screen went blank. Why is she showing me this?

I looked up and met her eyes. Filled with fire and something else. Victory?

“So you see, despite him playing house with you like I said, he always comes home. It’s time you leave. No one wants you here. You’re a used up wh*ar who will never amount to anything.”

My heart sank. But I didn’t believe her.

“This could have been recorded months ago, years ago. I’m not stupid. And let’s not forget your position in this house. Quite literally being a wh*ar. “

Her face went red but she quickly covered her clear anger with a smirk. She started the video again and pointed to the bottom of the screen. A date. Sunday night. When I went out with Yelena and the girls. I ended up crashing at Jasmines place.

I squared my shoulders and brushed past her. Making my way to our room, his room. I walked in and couldn’t bring myself to sit on the bed, the bed he fu*ked her in just days ago. My skin crawled. Did he wash the sheets? Probably not.

I was such a fool. I should have left when I wanted to. Not let this man take over my head, and heart. I was destined to be alone. So with that I packed the few things I had, called Yelena, and had her bring me to the nearest Greyhound. She kept asking me what happened and I couldn’t bring myself to explain. I was trying to hide my tears but every once in a while a sob would make its way out. All she knew was that me and Mikhail were never meant to be, and I wasn’t prepared to be the other woman.

And with that she gave me a hug, making me promise to call her. And I would. I loved those girls. They did nothing but be kind to me. Maybe I should have stayed and let him explain. But part of me knew what he would say, and I was already prepared to not believe him. So I hopped on the bus and headed to my home state.

Mikhail

I got home early, 3 o’clock early. All I wanted to do was shower and spoon my sweetheart. Sleeping with her was the best sleep I had ever gotten.

I dressed after my shower and walked into the adjoining room. It was dark and something felt off, but I was too tired to look further into it. I crawled under the covers and wrapped my arms around her. Or what I thought was her. But I immediately knew it wasn’t. I knew my girl’s body like the back of my hand.

I practically flew out of bed flicking on the desk lamp. And the woman in my bed? Wasn’t my girl at all. It was the bi*ch I had kicked out. The one I had told to pack and leave. How the fu*k was she still here? She must have made a copy of the key. And I don’t think any of the guys knew I had her kicked out.

But my biggest concern now, where my girl was.

“What the fu*k are you doing here and where is Janis?”

She lifted the covers and slowly sauntered towards me, naked as the day she was born. And frankly her body, did nothing for me. I never realized just how amazing a natural body could be. And the best one? My girls.

“I sent her away Mikhail, so we could be together. I know that night at the club was just you not thinking clearly, letting that wh*ar please you for a while.”

Now I didn’t hurt women. That was a big rule of mine. But right now that went right out the window. Before I could even react to her words both hands were around her neck squeezing hard. She clawed at my hands as her face changed colors. I loosened a bit, reminding me I needed to keep this bi*ch alive for a bit longer.

I tossed her on the floor and she gasped.

“Tell me what you did Samantha. Or you and your entire family disappear. One by one. “

Her eyes widened and glistened with tears. I didn’t give a fu*k. I would have sli* her throat already if I didn’t need to find out exactly what she did.

“I just showed her a video, of us together. Just wanted her to know what we were. What we can be.”

What the fu*k? What tape? When?

“First off why the fu*k were you filming us? And second when? I haven’t touched you in months.”

“I-t was the night that you got promoted. When we celebrated together. You were so caring. I miss us Mikhail. What we could be. She doesn’t deserve you.”

I had heard enough. She didn’t know where Janis was, just that she scared her away. I walked over to my dresser and took my g*n out, turning to her slowly.

“Wait Mikhail please! I love you!”

I didn’t waste another second. The g*n went off and she dropped to the ground. De*d instantly. I called up my cleaner to take care of the rest. Now my only job was to bring my girl home. No matter what.

I’m coming for you sweetheart. And you won’t ever walk out on me again without talking.