Walking in the rain

Chapter 18

Embarrassment, rage, shame, and confusion.

My mind was clouded and crammed with hundreds of thoughts and worries that I couldn't quite figure out.

All in all, WHAT THE FRICKITY f**k WAS GOING ON?

I'm a woman, I get "sexually aroused".

I hadn't been touched by a guy in months.My v****a was lonely. Afanas is a good looking man who wore the 'I want to f**k you till' you can't walk" eyes 24/7.

Boom.

It isn't rocket science.

Sure, getting fingered by the man who had personally destroyed your life isn't the best idea.But I'm a woman who was very horny.Instead of filling me with more pleasure like a good boy would do, he told me it was a mistake, a f*****g mistake.

Bad boy, meow.

Now here I am, scrambling to my feet, pulling my shorts up, my face hot and red from pure embarrassment. Afanas paced around the room, cursing his f*****g head off in Russian.

His dark predator eyes were wild, crazed, and angry.

He raked his hands through his hair, and he walked over to me.

"This" he motioned between us "never happened."

I nodded slowly.

My face went impossibly red. Deep sadness poured into my heart, drowning it.

He breathed, "you have to get marked now. Get up."

He walked past me, hitting into me as he marched away.

Sooo extra."bystro." He spat "we don't have all day." (Quickly)

Shut. Up.

we weaved our way through the halls, walking through a set of doors that led to that massive hallway I had walked though on my first day here.

I faltered, pausing my steps.

I hesitated.

Apparently, my hesitation was irking Mr. Bipolar over here, because he suddenly grabbed my arm with such force, I thought he popped my arm out of its socket.

"f**k!" I yelled as his nails drew blood onto my skin."Walk like a normal person, useless Suka."

"I'm sorry I'm not an inhuman f*****g terminator like you."He pulled harder on me, "just shut up."I opened my mouth to yell something at him, when I stopped myself.

Why be verbal, when I can just do this....I held up my middle finger.

Victory.

He scoffed, not even bothering to retaliate as he pulled me into a locked room near the end of the long hall.It was dimly lit, the walls were dark and gloomy, and I shuddered in fear as I saw a table and chair.

What. the. d**k.

I tried to rip out of Afanas's grip but he only tightened around me into a bruising hold, he tugged me harshly forward, and I winced at the seating pain that shot forcefully through my body."Sergei, ona gotova." (She's ready.)

Hah sikeee b***h, no I'm not.

A man appeared from out of the shadows, he looked to be in his mid thirties, his eyes were a dark, swirling brown, his hair a light caramel color.

His build was Russian; strong, tall, and intimidating. His eyes took me in as Afanas pulled me closer."ya ponimayu, pochemu Zloveshchaya proyavil interes, no chto zastavilo yego poselit'sya s kem-to takoy molodoy." (I see why Sinister took interest, but why choose to settle with someone so young?)

Settle?!

His voice spoke to Afanas, but his eyes glared at me."Ah, Sergei? She's Russian."

Serge is eyes spiked interest, the brown glinted at me approvingly."Is that so? Where did he find her?"

"A Mafia event some months ago, I suppose Sinister couldn't help himself."I understood while Afanas felt the need to lie. His lie was much better than the searing truth of ;

"I kidnapped her off the street because I thought she was a prostitute but she's not, and my bipolar, trigger-happy best friend bought her, I also may have fingered her and then shunned her mercilessly.

"I felt so useless in this conversation, though the topic was entirely me, I took no part in it, instead I observed a conversation centered around myself.

He finally turned to me, extending a tattoo filled arm.

"YA Sergey, eto udovol'stviye." (I'm Sergei, it's a pleasure."

My legs shook as I placed my little hand in his overwhelming one."Menya zovut Bella, it's a pleasure." (My name is Bella)

He looked over me, his calculated eyes nodded approvingly.

"khorosho." (Good)

Sergei nodded his head towards the chair, and I shook as Afanas practically carried me to the chair.

Sergei walked to the other side of the table and realization dawned on me as he loaded a pen.

This marking...it's a tattoo.Damn baby I'm about to be hella inked."Brace yourself, Suka." Afanas growled at my side as he turned my arm over so that my wrist was facing up.

I frowned, when suddenly I felt the pain of the tattoo gun come in contact with my arm, and a vibrating pain shot through me as Sergei dragged the needle across my arm.

I bit down on my lips, as he worked quickly, the black ink bled into my wrist.The needle pinched through my skin, and after awhile of uncomfortable needling, he was done.

I stared at the midnight black writing, my skin red and swollen around the ink:

OMERTÀкровоточат молчанияIt meant "bleed silence"I glanced at Afanas and he shrugged, pulling up his sleeve, he showed me his own tattoo that perfectly mirrored mine.

"Omertà is the code of silence for the Mafia, you're silent until death. You do not give up your family, if you tell anyone anything, you will be killed.

"Well that's friendly.Speaking of friendly, that's the exact opposite feeling I felt towards Afanas.I just wanted to strangle his dangerous little throat.He's so f*****g bipolar. And he made me feel so f*****g foolish, my cheeks were still tainted from red hot embarrassment, my v****a was crying because she was lonely.

And no, when I say my v****a was crying, that doesn't mean I was peeing.

SINISTER POV:

"On my mark...three, two, one. Go!"We approached the warehouse, twenty of my men sprinted in front of me, approaching the gates of the warehouse with extreme caution.The Italian scum had been notified of our drug cartel shipment, even though these warehouses were property of the Russian Mafia, you could never be too careful.26.5 tons of Cocaine, with an overall value of approximately $2 billion dollars.I had made this our top priority.

The shipment came from Bolivia, our smugglers had been careful, but I suppose not careful enough.

A tip had allegedly been given to the Italians, about our movement, so we exercised all caution when approaching the cartel.

“Alesk!" I nodded to my third in command.The young man approached me, "yes sir."

“Ensure that this shipment is properly dispersed. I have matters I must attend to back at the compound."

He nodded to me, as I made my way to one of the many, sleek black trucks.

I slid in the back seat as my diver sped off, barreling towards the compound where I knew there was only going to be more trouble.

Afanas had been teaching little Bella self defense, I wondered how it had been going. Afanas was a very emotionless man, much like myself, we both preferred solitude, I wonder how he handled being stuck in a room with a fiery little b***h.

I didn't know how to handle her, I don't know how I was supposed to apparently "be with" her, when I didn't know who she was, at all.

I knew I would spend every day, for the rest of my life, living in regret that I didn't choose one of my women Russian friends, instead of this little w***e.

It would have saved me so much trouble and money if I had just chosen a woman that I already knew, instead I chose a stranger.

A beautiful, mysterious, irritating stranger.

My advisors suggested I get to know her, if she is to show a balance in my demeanor, I need to get to...know her.

They said for us to isolate together.

I shook my head as the car pulled past the guard gates and into the compound garage.

I walked past the halls, she should have been marked by now.

I stepped into the tattoo room just in time to see Bella flicking Afanas off and shouting a string of colorful curse words.

He stood next to a grinning Sergei.

Afanas looked anything but happy, his hands were gripped in fists, probably to keep himself from killing Bella right then and there.

“You f*****g used p***y ass tampon, you f**k faced s**t dic-"She froze and stopped mid-sentence when she saw me.

I felt my anger boiling, how dare she talk to my men like that, especially my second in command.

She awkwardly saluted me as she took a few steps back, her slim little legs shaking as she backed into the wall.

I glanced at her tattoo and internally nodded approvingly,"You."

I growled at her, "you and I are going on a little trip."