CHAPTER 39
CHRISTIAN ‘VICIOUS’ VOLKOV.
“I visited her by the clinic today, she and Millie look happy. The young man was also kind in helping me-.”
“What young man?”
I ask Juana, putting the documents down first and taking a swig of my whiskey.
“The dashing nurse. Xavier, I think. He’s a sweetheart in helping people around”
I bet he fucking is.
He probably licks the floors clean too for the Little Nurse.
“Vicious?”
“You can go to sleep; I don’t need anything else.”
I glance back at the documents.
And in all honesty, I can’t see shit and that’s not the alcohol talking but a whole lot of crap happening in my body as I imagine some punk nurse-man getting cozy with the sunshine blonde.
My sunshine blonde.
“Vicious? If I may?”
Juana turns back.
Not leaving but staying.
Not letting me lurk in the darkness with the alcohol and my demons but trying to get through to me.
I ignore her.
Ignoring her will push her and her advice away and that’s what I’m hoping for at the moment.
“Cat wouldn’t have wanted this. She always wanted you happy and right now, I fear you are clinging on to the past and it will drown you along and leave you…”
“I’m already dead, Juana.”
I was dead months ago.
Now I’m clinging to flimsy hope, to a woman that doesn’t belong to me, to a child that shouldn’t be in my world and to a false sense of security that I can be happy.
The only kicker in this villain’s story is, Sweet Baby Jesus was always out to get me.
Started out with being born in a family where patriarchy was as important was as breathing.
Add in a violent father who couldn’t take the fact that I would die for my sister and I knew it was me vs the world a long time ago.
Years trapped in that basement waiting for my mother to cry by the door and do nothing, waiting for my father to show up with a belt and make me bleed, that’s where Christian died and Vicious was born.
Vicious didn’t cry for help.
The neighbors weren’t going to help the son of Moretti Vitello anyway because he owned them and he owned every inch of Italy.
Vicious grew balls, watched his father die and escaped here with his sister building an empire with only sweat and scars to show for it.
Vicious didn’t feel and it was good for a while.
Until the nurse and the kid.
Juana doesn’t speak again.
She gets the message. She mumbles a goodnight leaving just as fast as she came in.
I take my cell phone; I dial Jagger’s number.
He answers on the first ring and the background noise sounds like a woman whining.
The irony that my men have been getting sex every damn place they want and when they want and I’ve been stuck fixing their messes kicks me in the shins.
“You got the nurse a phone like I instructed?”
“Yes, boss. Delivered it today.”
“It has a tracker on it?”
“Yes, Boss.”
“Did she take it?”
“At first no, a little convincing from the dude she works with and she took it.”
Xander, Zeke, Xavier, whatever his name is needs to go.
“For my sake and your life’s sake, I hope you are not fucking Troy’s sister like Jude.”
I listen to the sound of sheets rustling before Jagger exhales, “Of course not, boss.”
I hang up.
Me: Can I visit you?
Little Nurse takes her time to text back. I watch the three blue dots disappear and reappear like a preschooler biting his nails after texting his crush.
Two minutes, forty seconds later and she texts back.
Sunshine: I’ll call the cops, you creep.
Me: It’s your boss. Save my number.
Sunshine: I know. Didn’t you see the creep part? And you are the creep in case you are wondering.
I grin.
Me: What are you doing right now?
Sunshine: Feeding Millie. What about you? What are you doing? I bet you are drowning some man in a vat of petrol, aren’t you?
I’ve never drowned a man in my life.
That’s more Maximo’s style.
Me: Can I come and watch?
Sunshine: No. I don’t want you near me. Near my baby or near my boobs
Me: I won’t touch anything. I promise.
Sunshine: It’s still a no, you creep.
Me: I’d be a creep if I said fuck it and showed up at your door right now.
Sunshine: Good night, boss. Keep your creepiness in your mansion.
Me: I’m coming over.
The documents can wait for my signature tomorrow.
I need sleep and apparently the only way I can get sleep is if the nurse is near me.
Right now, she isn’t.
I need to get to her.
***
A gentleman should have knocked.
I’ve never been raised a gentleman in my entire life.
Her screams meet me by the door and I live up to my ‘creep’ name by budging in through her friend’s front door like a bulldozer.
The weak door rattles against its hinges.
I move around the dark living room knocking a few things over and trying to recount the direction of Sunshine’s room in this dinghy they call home.
I don’t have to recall Little Nurse’s room because her whimpers, her little shrieks give me the direction.
By the time I get to her room, I’m surprised to hear her friend snoring in the other room without a fucking care in the world.
The woman can sleep through a war if she can’t hear Alexia’s screams. I give her that.
My first instinct is to check the crib.
Millie wiggles in her sleep but her eyes are closed shut.
Her mother however?
She writhes on the bed, she screams in her sleep, sweating, taking the sheets in her hands, flailing her legs.
“No! Please, don’t. Please stop. I beg you. Please!”
She’s having a nightmare.
I know what sort of nightmare it is but I can’t erase her memories. I can’t kill Brad again because the bastard is probably rotting in the shallow grave I buried him in.
I can’t find Rhett either because the bastard must have disappeared to the edge of the world.
What I can do for the nurse however?
I hop in the bed.
I touch her neck but it doesn’t calm her down.
It doesn’t stop the monsters in her nightmares from attacking her.
As she flails, her fist connects with my lip and the copper taste of my blood fills my mouth.
Jesus Christ, just how much did Rhett and his douche friends do to her besides what she told me?
I’d stop this but I’m no nurse.
I stopped my nightmares when I was a kid all by myself.
“Little Nurse?”
I call her.
Her eyes are closed but she moves her head slightly towards me.
“R—Rhett? Let me go. I w-won’t tell any…anyone.”
She sobs.
I do what my brain tells me to do.
I never claimed to be her savior. Never claimed to be the prince with the horse and the magical kiss.
If I fucking kiss her, she bites my lips off.
I push the covers over me meeting her warmth, I reach out and touch her shoulders but she’s still stuck. She still needs her anchor.
I trail my hand over the dip on her waist, tracing the bulge of her hips finally reaching the hem of her panties.
I don’t hesitate as I move in.
I don’t hesitate as my hand slides into her panties finding her clit and applying pressure to it.
Her face that was etched in worry earlier starts to erase those worry lines on her skin.
She leans more into me, her words being hushed, her hips and muscle memory telling her to ride my fingers.
When her wetness soaks my forefinger, I dive in for the kill pushing inside her walls.
“Christian”, she moans, half asleep.
“That’s right, baby. I’m here and I need you to focus on me Sunshine. On me.”
“On you”, she murmurs in her sleep, I push deeper not enough to curl my finger and rub that spot that will have her mewl like the sassy nurse I know but enough to keep her focus on me.
“You need to come back to me, Little Nurse. Fight ‘em and find your way to me.”
“Christian. You. To you.”
To me.
To your captor.
I curl my finger against the tight muscles holding me captive. I push deeper and find that spot.
She arches, pulling me deeper, her lips somewhere on my neck, her breaths making this creep hallucinate how this night could go.
When she comes with a sharp inhale, I push in and out of her tight cunt letting her get familiar and not too startled.
Her hands land on my shirt as she pulls away from me.
With the moonlight flocking her room, her wide blue eyes look like the full moon lassoed all the way up close.
“You came.”
“I promised, I would”, I try to pull away my fingers from her pussy but she nods in the darkness.
“Let them stay.”
“You were having a nightmare.”
The only way I could pull you out was a distraction.
A distraction, the only thing binding our nightmares.
“I know. They come and go sometimes. Tonight, they were umm…intense.”
“I noticed. How are you feeling right now?”
She smiles.
White pearl teeth, face bare of makeup and who said women didn’t look pretty with makeup?
I’ve seen this woman with makeup once in her life. Once in Russia and makeup or not, she’s a firecracker.
“As about as normal as any woman who’d find her boss’s fingers deep inside her. I told you not to come, creep.”
“I couldn’t keep my creepiness to my mansion.”
I hit her back with that sass that has me here, fingers inside her pussy in the first place.
“I’m glad you are here but that doesn’t mean I forgive you for everything you’ve put me through.”
“I know.”
I wouldn’t forgive me either.
I look at the blonde hair stuck to her forehead with sweat and I make a decision for her.
“You are going to learn how to fight.”
“What?”
“I want to teach you how to fight. How to defend yourself. Next time it could be some other stupid creep budging through that door or someone worse in your nightmares. Fighting evens the grounds for you.”
“Do you teach me how to use a gun too? And I’m being sarcastic because I don’t want to know how to fight.”
“You shot me in the neck and killed six men in hysteria. You and guns are off-limits. But I’ll teach you everything else.”
“Do I get a say in this?”
“No.”
“I’m starting to regret you coming over.”
“No, you don’t. You are creaming all over my fingers, Little Nurse.”
“Goodnight”, she blushes then her head falls on my chest and she cocoons herself with my body.
“I want you gone by morning, creep.”
I nod.
To keep her happy.
To keep sleeping in her bed.
I’ll be here tomorrow night too fighting her nightmares for her.
When I think the night can’t get worse, the universe strikes again as my phone pings with a message.
The nurse is sleeping.
I take my phone out.
Maximo: The Five Families have chosen. Looks like you are marrying Athena Pallis next month to get your throne.