What is coming and why do I need to be safe?
Three
Ivan
“Men, the flight leaves in four hours, I’ve sent the itinerary to your phones. Don’t give a fuck what you do until then, but you better be on the fucking plane unless you want to eat a bullet,” my uncle says.
“I thought I’d go early and find a layover,” Tim jokes. He likes stalking the bars flight attendants hang out in because they’re not staying, works out perfectly. Though we’re not flying commercial, we aren’t. The soldiers, byki, the torpedoes are.
Tim, Uncle Anton, and I are using my father’s private jet. My uncle’s guards will be with us. I don’t need guards, I’m pretty sure I can take care of myself, I’ve killed two guys in the same fight once, so I’m good.
“Move out,” he commands and Tim and I start for the cars.
“Son,” my father pokes his head out his door so I retrace my steps toward the door of my childhood home.
“Father,” I state.
“Be safe. I know you can take care of yourself, but I just wanted to say it anyway. Go into this with an open mind,” he says and I nod.
“I will try. I promise not to start shit with anyone,” I smirk.
“Please do. I plan on coming out in a couple of months,” he informs me.
“Because you will miss me?” I tease.
“That and I want to see if Uncle Anton is doing the job I asked him to do.”
“I’ll try to toe the line,” I say, and he pulls me in for a quick hug.
“Call when you get in,” he says with a chuckle. I acknowledge him and take a look at my childhood home for the last time and then join Tim in the car. I watch as my past fades into the distance. I’m not sure how I feel about that.
“New adventures,” Tim says with a grin.
“Or new women,” I snort.
“That too,” he agrees.
“Keep your eyes open,” my uncle says, not even looking up from his phone. He’s always on it. Tim once said he watches porn all the time. I don’t give a shit, as long as he does his job.
“We can scope out underground fight areas when we touch down,” Tim gets my attention.
“Sounds like a plan,” I grin.
“We have a place,” my uncle says.
“We do?” Tim asks.
“Everything is in the same place. We’ve bought land on the edge of Toledo, Ohio. Out of the way of others, but still in the city. Not sure what’s exactly there. But it’s enough land to place a huge lounge, and the casino and brothel down below. And he has plans for a ring for fighting off the casino. It should work. We will live in the city, though. I’m researching who is who in Toledo. The Italians are prominent. Watch out for them,” my uncle warns.
“I think I can handle myself,” I retort, which shuts him up. I’m such a monster that even he is scared of me, as he should be. They all should be. Except for my father, I would never hurt him. But I will hurt others for him.
I can feel my blood boil thinking that my father will be alone. I mean he has his people, but he’s alone. And what if they turn on him now that I’m gone. I need to fuck or kill right now.
We pull into the private airfield to wait. We file out and go to a waiting area for VIPs to hang out. The girl behind the bar eyes me and it’s on, I need that release, my demons kicking in.
I jerk my head towards the bathroom door and she follows. I don’t give her time to say anything, I push her against the wall, ripping her pants as I pull them down and shoving my dick inside her. She picks up the rhythm, riding my dick as she slides up and down the wall.
“Come,” I say, reaching down and flicking her clit and she gushes, covering my dick with her juice.
