Russkaya Mafiya

Chapter 8

TATE

The next day

It's fairly early Saturday morning when my phone starts ringing. I check the screen, hoping it's my little Krasaaveetsa calling to wish me a good morning. I haven't stopped thinking of her since I dropped her off.

I'm disappointed and puzzled when I see it's Avery calling and not Emily. I didn't imagine Avery would ever use my number when we all traded numbers that first night at dinner. I only wanted Emily's but thought it sounded better if we all traded, plus Cam got Avery's number, too. Not that he cares anymore.

Cameron's hung up on London right now. That probably won't last long, though, it never does with him. Most people think that I'm the player, but in reality, I only date a select few. I might get my d**k sucked occasionally, but that doesn't count.

"Avery?" I murmur, I usually just say "what" but it's Emily's friend, so I'll try to be nicer. I swear, if this is about Cam, I'm hanging up. I don't do any kind of drama. I deal with enough s**t from Konstantin, my father.

She hurriedly rambles, "Oh thank God you answered, Tate. I wasn't sure if I'd get a hold of you before you guys came over." She starts whispering, sounding rushed and a little anxious.

"Okay, what's going on? Tell me Emily's alright."

Of course Emily is my main concern. I don't know what it is about her, but I can't seem to see her enough. She pulls something beastly out of me when she's near. Emily's tiny, like a little lamb and just as stubborn as one too. I don't tell her that's the reason I call her little pet, though.

God, when she was sleeping next to me naked, it was almost painful to lie next to her. My d**k was so f*****g hard it could have chipped granite. My balls were floating so full, it's like they were screaming at me to just fill her up.

My d**k just wants to own her sweet cunt, while I want to claim her as mine forever. I can't wait until I can finally take her the way I want to. Or when she's so turned on, she begs for me to take her to bed.

I clear those images as Avery starts talking again, "Emily's okay right now. s**t, she's probably going to kill me when she finds out I called you about this." She groans, frustrated, "I told her to tell you what's going on with her ex."

I growl, "Her ex? Who the hell is it and what's happening?"

"He's been leaving stuff in her hall, that calla lily you found? That was from him, I guess he left a chess piece at her door too and had ‘Check mate' carved into it. She calls him Monster, Tate."

Scoffing loudly, "Monster, huh? Has the f**k done anything else?"

"Yes, last night after you dropped us off, we went into her apartment. It was covered everywhere with white rose petals and smelled strongly of men's cologne. It was so strong it made me gag." She sighs, taking in a deep breath and continuing, "I thought she had gone catatonic. Emily just zoned out like she was the only one in the room and London was bawling."

Avery clears her throat, then speaks lowly again, "At first I thought you had set it up as a surprise and I couldn't understand why everyone was so upset. Then London yelled at her and made Emily tell me what was going on. It's bad, Tate, like really, really bad. Emily needs to let you help her. I told her you would help, I know you care about her a lot, and even London sees it. Anyhow, I know about you and your family. You can easily handle this problem with your connections. I haven't said anything, that's your secret to tell Emily about when you're ready."

"Thank you for not saying anything yet. I prefer it if no one knows about that side of me and my family."

"Trust me; it's not a goal in my life to piss off the Russian Mafia. So, I told Emily that you could help, but she doesn't want to feel like she's using you or for you to get hurt. That girl has such a good heart and doesn't deserve the crap she's had to deal with." Avery speaks so rushed I'm barely able to catch it all and understand everything she says.

I'm not too surprised that Avery figured out my private life since we've gone to my club a few times. I'm glad she hasn't told Emily though. I don't think Emily could handle it to hear I'm a Boss. She thinks Nikoli's my close friend, which he is, but he's also my closest guard.

Especially if she's already dealing with issues from an ex, she's not going to want to handle all the crazy s**t I go through on the regular. It's quiet right now, but it never stays quiet for long. It's also very dangerous for her if anyone finds out I care about her, she could be used to get to me.

It makes me feel so good inside she doesn't want to use me and she wants to keep me safe. It tells me she cares about me, that she plans to keep this from me. However, she needs to confide in me so I can help her. I can take care of this without getting it too involved with the Odessa hearing much about it. I don't want my father involved or he will be requesting an engagement announced by me; because ‘the next Big Boss needs to have a little wife at home.' Yeah, that s**t will never fly with Emily. I'm going to wait until we are ready to take that step and not be forced into it.

I refuse to let Emily push me away, though. I have to get her to tell me about this. She can be ornery all she wants; I'm going to take care of her.

"Don't worry, Avery, the Russkaya Mafiya isn't after you. Thank you. You did the right thing by telling me. If anything else happens before Emily tells me about it, I need you to inform me right away. I'll have one of my men tasked to keep an eye out over by Emily's place. Make sure you girls keep the doors and windows locked when you're in the apartment."

I yawn, rubbing my hand over my face and grumbling, "I wish she had an alarm or the building had restricted access to guests. Try to get me as many details on this piece of trash as you can. I need to have descriptions for my men to be able to keep an eye out. Does he have a f*******: account or something my tech guy can get his picture from?"

My mind's already spinning a million miles a minute, thinking of everything I need to do to get this guy. At least Avery's starting to calm down after confiding in me. My poor Krasaaveetsa, I bet she was a mess and I wasn't there to comfort her. Dammit!

"I don't think so; he's been in jail, and I guess he got out early. Emily pulled out a pistol last night and said she refuses to let him hurt her again. I can't believe she has a freaking gun! I know he has hurt Emily badly physically as well as emotionally and you know how small Emily is in the first place. She thinks that he's going to kill her this time. She's pretty sure of it. Plus all these creepy messages point straight to death. He's so f*****g weird leaving these cryptic messages in the hallway. I'm really freaked out for her. I don't want anything to happen to Emily."

"Alright," I respond calmly, even though I'm blistering mad inside, "just try to stay with her so she's not alone. I'll pick up Nikoli and I'll head over there with him and Cam. That f**k head won't be touching my girl."

I hang up and feel like my stomach may explode, just the thought of Emily hurt, makes me want to make this trash feel my wrath. I didn't become a Boss by being innocent. I became a Boss by hurting people.

I don't get it how some f**k can harm Emily. She's so sweet and cares about everyone. Hell, I was a total ass to her several times in the past, she gives me her attitude back, but she always forgives me so easily, each time. You would be a fool to hurt someone like that. And to hear he physically hurt her? It makes me want to gut him.

I'll catch that fucker and I'll break his knees first. I'll teach him to not touch my Krasaaveetsa, and then I'll gut him, like the piece of s**t, filthy pig he is. I'll do this all on my own with just a few guys.

If I have to, though, I'll have every single member of the Odessa Mafia and Solntsevskaya Bratva looking for him if need be. He won't get far, and then I'll play with him. He's a f*****g mouse being hunted; he just doesn't know it yet.

I get dressed quickly, updating the guys on what's going on and driving over to her place.

We decide to circle Emily's apartment building a few times to see if anyone looks suspicious. After a few slow laps around, we don't find anything. However, that would have been too easy with Nikoli right there, to help me bag this filth up.

I wonder how Emily would feel about maybe coming and staying with Cam and me until I take care of this problem. I'll have to talk to her about it. Cam might be a trust fund kid, but he trains with me. He can hold his own and is a pretty tough fucker. I know he would never let Emily get hurt if I weren't around.

That's another thing to think about, though if Emily does stay with us, she's bound to find out about me. I've been able to brush off some of the mafia responsibility, but not all of it. I try to keep my personal life away from business, but we definitely talk about things that have to do with the business at my house, too.

The guys and I make our way to the apartment and we can hear the girls from outside in the hall. It sounds like they are giggling about something in there. I'm happy to hear a little bit of happiness after the s**t they've just dealt with. "...and then he put his tongue..."

I glance at the guys, "That's London; let's go inside before I hear details I don't want to hear!"

I knock on the door loudly. I wouldn't mind listening if it were Emily talking about me, but I'm not wanting to hear about Cam's tongue skills. If it's even Cam she's talking about, who knows.

The door opens with Emily answering it, and they all appear beside her. Good. I'm glad to see London and Avery are staying close to Emily.

I push through the group, heading inside, chastising, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, Emily. You should always ask who it is before you answer the door. What if I was some psycho?" I ask this on purpose because I want to catch her reaction.

It works; she sucks in her breath and turns pale when she processes what I say. God, I'm such a d**k, but I have my reasons. I gaze at her tenderly, begging her with my eyes and body to open up to me.

Emily only has one couch and a chair since her place is so compact. Nikoli sits next to Avery on the black couch and starts kissing all over her neck. They remind me of two teenagers. I'm glad Niko is getting a little down time though, that guy is always following me around, on alert. I do pay him pretty well to be my guard, but he must get bored sometimes.

London sits on the chair and Cam sits on her lap and squishes her. She yelps, giggling and he finally lets her up. He pulls her to sit on his lap.

Both my boys seem to be a little taken with Emily's friends. I'm glad, but if it doesn't work out, s**t could get awkward. They better not f**k up my chances with Emily.

I step closer to her, "What is it, baby, what's wrong? You look upset."

Emily turns, shaking her head a little and walks away.

I follow her into the kitchen. She's trying to look busy, but she's shaking. Emily tries to hide her body's reaction to my questions, but I can tell that she's anxious.

I will protect you little pet. I wish I could just hold her and tell her not to worry, that I will take care of it all, but instead, I have to pretend to be ignorant. Please talk to me, ?rasaaveetsa, just let me in.

"Hey, hey, my Krasaaveetsa, tell me what this is? Why do you look upset? What can I do?" I grab her wrists and pull her into me so I can wrap my arms around her. I didn't mean to scare her that badly, but I need her to open up to me.

I love how her body fits mine; it's like we're two wires syncing together and creating an explosive charge. Emily fits to my chest as if she belongs there. I hope she sees it also. I know she feels something when we touch, she has to. I have never been so aware of a female in my life; it's like she consumes me.

She mumbles, looking at the floor, "It's nothing, Tate, just a stressful morning. I can deal with it, though."

Do not lie to me or withhold information. It's one of my biggest pet peeves. She will learn though with time that I'm here for her, not against her. Emily runs her hands around my sides until she feels my back. Her hands freeze and she peers at me questioningly.

I know what she feels; it's the tops of my 45 calibers. They aren't too noticeable if you aren't paying attention or looking for them. Emily only found them because she felt them. I always have two strapped on me. They are if I need to handle some business, and I plan to handle this trash if he comes back around. He will learn that I didn't become a Boss by being a p***y and that I take all threats seriously.

Emily gasps, "What on earth is this, Tate? Are you packin'?" She gazes at me with wide, curious eyes and I smirk down at her. I love how short she is, she fits under my chin perfectly.

"Yeah, baby, I had this weird feeling like someone was watching us so I brought a few of my favorite things with me today. Know anything about that?" I hate to lie to her, but I'm not going to sell Avery out for doing the right thing and telling me. Now if only Emily will get that little extra nudge to open up. Maybe if she knows I'm carrying, she will feel safer.

"I don't know, Tate, I'm just surprised you have weapons on you. You don't strike me as the violent type."

I chuckle lowly. If she only knew.

"No, Emily, I'm not violent to the people I care about, I cherish them and give them my heart." I murmur, bending close to her lips.

I shouldn't have gone there. I know it's too soon, but I couldn't help it. I care about her a lot and she has to know it. Hell, everyone else can see it. I bend my head the remaining distance and kiss her as passionately as I can, sucking on her lips and playing with her tongue. I love how she lets me control our kisses, she doesn't try to overpower my tongue or take control. I wonder if she will let me take control of everything or if she will fight me for it occasionally.

I can't ever get enough of her flavor. Her mouth is always cool and tastes like soda. I wish I could just set her on this counter and savor all the other parts of her also. I could guarantee she tastes sweet all over. I bet I could have her writhing and wet by just using my tongue on her pert, silver dollar size n*****s. I can't wait to lick and nibble on her perfect t**s.

Emily grabs my hand and starts to pull me down her tiny hallway, to her room. Her voice all raspy, ordering me to follow her, "Tate, let's go to my room okay?" Swallowing, I nod eagerly.

I check out the hall as I follow. I think Nikoli's apartment is even bigger than this place and he never stays there. He's always at my house with Cameron and me.

We arrive at her room and I take in all of the little details. Emily has light blue, sheer curtains, and a blue and grey comforter on the plain bed. No bedroom set, just a plain metal bed frame and a small nightstand, no soft touches throughout. I see we share the same likes in colors for our things. There's no other furniture; it's a small room, but I'm assuming she hangs all her clothes in her closet. It appears like she doesn't even sleep in here.

Being in the bedroom is not helping the thoughts that were just charging through my mind; in fact, it's feeding all my fantasies. All I can imagine is having her hold onto that black metal frame while I take her from behind, occasionally smacking her cute little ass. I wonder if Emily would be the type to moan softly or if she would scream out my name.

She clears her throat, "Please come here, Tate." She sits on the edge of her mattress.

I'm getting a damn chubby already; I can't help it, we are in her bedroom and she's on the bed for Christ's sake. My d**k is screaming at me to f**k her, over and over until she gives in and realizes she's all mine. As much as I would love to take her here, I won't.

I plan to have her when we don't have any company. I'm going to make her choke out my name repeatedly; full of pleasure, each time I make her come. I'm not small in that department and I know she would be embarrassed if there were people around for our first time, and I want her to enjoy every single minute of it.

I swagger over from the doorway, to the bed and sit next to her. I put one arm around her, turning her body into mine more and cradle Emily's face with my other hand.

"Yes, Krasaaveetsa? I am here. What can I do?"

I peer at her cute little mouth. Her top lip is a little bigger than her bottom lip. I could kiss her lips all day and be a happy man. She has little freckles on her nose and forehead. I place my hand on her cheek; it makes her look even more feminine to see her face cradled in my large hand. Her skin is soft and fair. I love touching her face. When I pull my hands away afterward it always feels as if she makes my skin softer.

Emily mumbles out, worriedly, "I care about you, Tate, more than I probably should. I have so much chaos in my life and I don't want to involve you, but I don't want to let you go yet, either. I'm just not ready to."

I hope I can make it so she never lets me go. I lean in and kiss her. I've always taken control of what I want and she is no different. I try to hold myself back from her all the time just so I don't move too fast for her, but I'm tired of holding back the affectionate kisses and touches. I don't think I can keep myself away anymore. Emily just completely draws me in and makes me want her more and more with each passing day. I find myself thinking about her constantly.

I push her backward, tenderly and thread one of my hands in her soft, shiny, blonde hair. I love how her hair feels in my fingers, like silk. I begin to kiss down her throat. It's such an erotic place on a woman and it never gets enough credit. I nibble lightly on the base of her throat, but I hold myself back still.

I want to bite and suck and mark her as mine. That will come in time; right now I have to show her I will worship her as she deserves. Emily drives me backward, with her palms on my pecs. Did I do something wrong?

She flashes me a timid smile, taking her shirt off. That's even better for me.

I draw her bottom lip in between my lips, sucking, playing and she starts to pant. I breathe her in, I can smell her essence. She's turned on and I'm going to make sure she feels good.

That's it, baby, open yourself up to me. Let me inside.

"God, I want to f**k you so bad, Krasaaveetsa." I start to murmur in Russian what I want to do to her. Emily thinks it's hot, so I plan to tell her how bad I wish to f**k her. If she only knew how badly that ache is inside me.

I continue to kiss down her throat until I get to her cleavage. Leaving her bra on, I shove it aside with my lips, that way I can get a taste of those perfect f*****g n*****s. God, her t**s are so f*****g gorgeous. Emily's not small chested but has just enough to fill my hands comfortably.

She fits like she was made specifically for me. Her body lines up exactly where I want it to against mine. I thrust my c**k against her, she feels so f*****g good and I want to be deep inside her so bad.

Emily lets out a little moan and that's my cue. It makes my d**k so f*****g hard and my balls feel over full, so that I leak precum. I run my hand down her abdomen, making my way toward her core. I draw her left, pert n****e into my mouth and bite down lightly. She's pulling my hair harshly, writhing under me, so she must enjoy it.

I run my fingers down through her swollen little p***y lips and feel she's soaked, it makes me wetter myself, to feel her so turned on. She puts her petite hand inside of my pants and grabs my c**k, gripping onto it tightly. My insides vibrate with need, I feel like I'm going to erupt all over her fingers.

I yank her yoga pants and purple thong down her thighs and calves, until they're completely free, tossing them across the room. I've got to taste her glistening s*x. I'm going to eat this delicious cunt so much, I make her squirm and come all over my tongue.

I trail down her tummy, placing sensual kisses as I make my way to her c**t. I suck on it and gently nibble on the delectable little morsel. Emily squirms, trying to close her legs but I grab the back of her thighs and hold them wide open to me. She's not going anywhere right now.

She lets go of my c**k and grips onto one of my forearms while the other hand yanks the s**t out of my hair some more. She can pull it hard, I like it. It makes me want to throw her up against a wall and f**k her roughly. I lick up and down her p***y lips, circling in on her c**t.

Emily mewls out breathily, "Oh Tate, yes, like that!"

Her little sounds are turning me on like crazy. I stick one digit then another in her to the hilt.

"Ride my fingers, baby, let me feel those sweet p***y juices."

She's so tight; her little p***y grips onto my fingers, sucking them deep inside her. Emily rotates her hips, moving with my hands, as I pump my fingers in and out of her steadily. She's getting wetter, so f*****g sexy. I know she's almost ready. I pull my fingers out and use the wetness to rub on her c**t.

She's making little gasping sounds, panting, "Tate, oh God, Tate." I can't help but growl as I feel her clenching. If she doesn't come soon, I'm going to f*****g explode inside my pants.

I stick my tongue in her core and move it around as I play with her c**t. She's so sweet, tastes just like honey and it drives me to want to keep eating more of her. I feel famished. I keep my tongue as deep as possible inside her. When she comes I want it all in my mouth, I'm f*****g greedy and want every drop.

Emily calls out, thrusting her hips, I feel her muscles contract several times and she gives me what I want. When she's done, I thoroughly lick around her p***y to make sure I get all of her cream..

Wiping over my face to get the remaining off, I groan in pleasure. I know I probably look like a mess, but f**k! She's so incredible and responsive to me. Man...the s**t I'm going to do to her.

"You good, baby?" I adjust my c**k, pushing it down roughly to get a little relief and grin down at her. She's so f*****g cute. Emily's lying sprawled out on the bed, looking like she just ran a marathon.

She beams a smile towards me, "God, Tate that felt beyond amazing!" It makes me chuckle, she says this like she's surprised. Did she not think I would please her? Ahh, just wait, little pet, you will be pleased often.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. Emily, I will make you feel even better when the time is right."

"What are you talking about, when the time is right? I just need a minute then we can continue. I get to taste your c**k now, right?" She looks at me with a hopeful expression and it makes me fall a little more. A woman asking to please me? Yeah, sexy as f**k.

"No, Krasaaveetsa, we are going to discuss what is going on, what's bothering you." She doesn't appear too thrilled about this, but it needs to happen and I won't stop until she gives in.