Chapter 4
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*Neil*
Why the f**k is my father calling a family meeting at night?
Walking straight to where the others are seated by the long dining table, I take a seat just beside my mother.
Almost all the family members are present.
Maksim, my friend, my aunties, and my cousins.
The only absent member of the family is my immediate brother, Nikolai.
My youngest brother is present as well. He looks just like my younger self, with dark hair, blue eyes, and a sharp jaw.
The only thing we don't have in common is his dimples.
“You called for a meeting, Father,” I am the first to speak.
My father, sitting at the head of the table, adjusts slightly in his chair. “I called you all here because of an important reason. It’s about Neil’s marriage.”
I have to suppress my rage. “Marriage? Father, I'm not getting married anytime soon. I like my life exactly the way it is for now.”
“No, you are getting married and it is happening in the next three days. After Marina divorced you, your grandparents changed the will. You get married at thirty and the estate is yours, or else it will be passed down to Nikolai. They believed another marriage is the thing that may redeem you after your recklessness five years ago. The divorce costs you half of your assets. Nikolai gets the rest if you don't get married in three days.”
“Okay, I understand it’s my responsibility as the first child. Can you at least give me some time to provide a bride? Three days is too early.”
My throat closes up. “I need some time, Father.”
She caused it five years ago, so she will be the one to suffer for it. My knuckles clench. I will make her pay for this.
“Bring a woman to me, in three days, Neil. Not a second more.”
I smirk. This is a s**t joke.
“No, father…………”
“You don't argue with me!”
They all stare at him wide-eyed. This is the first time I'm seeing my father, the leader of the Russian bratva, this tense about something, yet I don't care at the moment.
My knuckles crack against the table.
I watch as they all look at me, waiting for me to say a word.
“You can't control me, father!” I spit, loud enough for everyone to hear.
The weight of my voice settles in between them.
Even my father has to hide his own shock. I am a feared man. Everyone in the family fears me, the ruthless son, but not my father, never my father, yet the way he adjusts slightly in his chair now shows he can feel the impact of my words.
I know my position as Salvatore’s heir comes with responsibility, but I won't be forced to marry In just three days.
“You are my son, you will do as I say.”
“Well, I've been obeying you ever since I was a kid. I will continue to do that, but if it’s about this marriage, stay out of my business. It’s my f*****g life.”
My mother places her hand on my arm slightly. “You should listen to your father, son. He wants the best for you.”
“I'm the only one who knows what is best for me. I have a woman I want already. She is the one I will be getting married to. But not in three days. I need a few more days.”
My uncle, Mikhail, says, “Neil, you need to calm down.”
“You must be f*****g kidding me.”
My father silences everyone by raising a finger. “I want to see the woman, or Nikolai takes what is remaining of your birthright.”
My mind boils. I have to control the urge to smash something. “Give me a few more days, or if you insist, Nikolai can take over the empire.”
“You are the first child, you are the heir to this family. You are the one getting married, and the wedding ceremony is taking place in the next three days. Go and prepare yourself.”
“Then I have no choice but to disappoint you.”
I say, storming out of the room.
My father calls after me angrily, and I don't look back.
Everyone watches me in stunned silence as I leave the house and head towards my car.
My hands tighten on the wheel. It takes every ounce of self-control not to smash it and risk an accident.
My phone rings. Maksim’s name flashes on the screen, and I pick it up.
“Boss?”
“Is there a problem?”
“The shipment is arriving at NEILY tonight. The back door is open. Your presence is needed.”
“Get girls into the VIP room. I will be there in a few minutes.”
A few minutes later, I walk into the club. Ivan, one of my men, nods. “Boss.”
Then I go into the VIP section. Two girls are there.
“Clothes off!”
They strip themselves. Only bikinis on.
They are smiling so sweetly. I decide not to look at them; instead, I close my eyes. My mind wanders off.
“Now you both should get on your knees and suck my dick.”
They fall to their knees. It's like they are waiting for me to order them around.
They take my d**k into their mouths and suck.
I swallow hard, tilting my head back as the veins on my neck begin to show.
I am supposed to feel pleasure but right now I feel nothing. I don't feel, the only thing running through my head is how I'm going to make her pay for what she did. I'm going to ruin her, break her apart until she can’t stand for the rest of her life. I get angrier and angrier by the second.
Three days, seventy-two hours to put a ring on the girl who cost me, Marina. The girl who took half my empire with her legs. Now I need her to give me the other half with her name.
The fact that she has to make my life a mess and just move on with her life.
This is crazy.
The two girls suck like hungry animals.
“Harder…..” I growl, not because I'm enjoying it but because I feel a need to scream at something, to destroy, and the only image in my head is her face. Happy, smiling, while I'm here paying the price of what she did.
“f**k!” my Adam’s apple bobs. “Harder!”
“Yes, Daddy,” they say in unison.
“Stop!”
They do.
I stand, sweat beads on my entire body.
I take off my belt.
“Get on the f*****g sofa and push out your asses.”
They obey immediately, climbing onto the sofa, and pushing their asses to face me.
I whip them.
They scream.
My d**k is hard, my chest empty, rage not lust.
I whip again. They scream.
“Yes, daddy.” The tall girl squirms.
Shit.
I tilt my head back slightly.
I whip again. This time harder.
Their asses are so red.
“Beg me to stop.”
They do. They keep begging while I whip harder.
An animalistic growl escapes from me.
Then I hear it.
A scream.
Not from any of the girls.
But another woman.
Turning to look at the entrance, I see the door wide open. A woman stands there, 5'7, dark brown hair, eyes wide with horror.
“Oh my god! Oh my god!” she screams again.
“Come in!” I order.
She stays rooted in place, like she hasn't heard a word I said.
“f*****g come inside now.”
The girls turn to look at what the hell is happening.
She complies, walking slowly into the room and into the light.
I see her face.
Still f*****g the same.
The stranger from five years ago, the woman who nearly ruined my life.
The woman I've been watching these past five years.
She is looking at me, with her entire body trembling so hard.
“On your knees,” I say to her.
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