Guns and Royalties

Dominic

People often compared him to his father.

A tough-as-nails nutcase.

Arrogant, ruthless, a total jerk. His presence demanded respect.

That description, of course, came from his little sister.

He smirked. She was the only one who could talk to him like that. And their mom was the only one who could make him feel small.

Until HER.

The thought snuck up on him. He shook it off, annoyed again.

His mind wandered back to his parents. To his father, the former mafia leader who had softened over the years.

His sister had both of them wrapped around her little finger, and his mom still had him under her thumb.

Three years ago, his father handed Dominic the reins and retired to France with their mom and Dominic’s sister.

It's amazing what love can do to a mafia king.

Love. Interesting.

Damn! If anyone could see him now. Longing for a woman whose name he didn’t even know.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. He needed control. His blood had been simmering for days, and he was restless at night.

He returned to his new club, Euphoria, several times. Waiting. For his detka.

He even questioned the bartender. He smirked. The poor guy nearly wet his pants, now aware to never flirt with the big boss’s woman again.

Yes, his woman.

It was still early in the evening, but he had a lot of work to do. Fresh from the shower and in his black boxers, he went to his desk.

His usual business transactions lasted until the early hours of the morning. He didn’t care about his state of undress as he settled into his leather seat.

Tense. Every muscle in his body was rigid.

Overthinking. Still picturing. His angel.

“Ublyudok!” He slammed his fists on his table, denting the wood, barely noticing the sting. He couldn’t keep going like this. (Bastard!)

Where the hell was she?! He had to find her. The only woman he had ever wanted to wake up next to him in bed was gone. She left while he was asleep.

He wanted her. He really did.

God! The first time he saw her he thought he was looking at an angel. Sultry, seductive, an aura surrounding her like a halo.

He was speechless. Stunned. He couldn’t stop staring at her and imagining what she would look like under her gray shimmering dress.

Her skin was glowing in the dim light of his newest club.

When his eyes reached her delicate features, tracing her lush pink lips, her flushed cheeks, and her mesmerizing chocolate-brown eyes, he knew right then and there he was screwed.

His cock was throbbing in his pants, leaking precome. Hard for her. He had wanted to claim her right then and there.

And he thought he was jaded. Too tired of actresses, models, and the like.

He had lost interest in sleeping with them a long time ago. He dated for galas and appearances and that was it.

Ever since he became the head of the organization, he took his mother’s advice and started to look for his anchor.

The one who would keep him grounded in this mafia world.

He wanted what his parents had. It became his goal.

And when he finally found her, had her in his grasp, in his bed…she slipped away.

He shouldn’t have let his guard down and slept. But he was so damn tired, his body had shut down.

His balls were drained from coming several times inside her and her mouth.

Damn! That was the only night he didn’t use a condom.

He was usually cautious to the point he would always pull out even with a condom on. But with her.

Damn! With her, he lost control. It was as if he was trying to get her pregnant.

His precious angel. A virgin. She was. He taught her a lot after that. So eager to please him, she blew his mind.

And he fucked her until they were both raw.

He would find her. He didn’t care if he had to kidnap her.

She was his and his alone. Anyone who tried to take her from him would be dead.

***

“I want good news, Alec.”

His dark eyes bore into his general. Almost out of patience, he was ready to tear down San Francisco to find his angel.

“Tzar, our techs are reviewing the surveillance from the club and this hotel. The girl...”

Dominic threw his crystal glass at the wall, watching the expensive vodka stain the white paint. He cut off his general’s sentence.

“Not good enough! I want results. That girl...is my woman.”

His anger had become his constant companion these past few days. The frustration he felt without her by his side was overwhelming.

Why did he forget to get her name?

Because he was an arrogant jerk thinking she would be like other women that would insist to stay in his bed, even when he kicked them out after sex.

She was different. He would never make the same mistake. If he had to tie her to his bed, he would do it.

God! The possibilities.

“Of course, tzar. She hailed a cab outside your hotel. We are looking for the driver and the vehicle as we speak.”

Alec was standing ramrod straight before him.

He took a deep breath to relax. Still tense. Damn it!

“Shit. I need her, Alec. She is the one.”

The only one he could confide in was his general. They grew up together. Fought and bled together.

Their fathers always knew Alec would be his second in command. Just like his father before him.

He was also the only one to come close to beating Dominic in combat. He respected the man and trusted him with his life.

“I know, tzar. You will find her. Aunt Tatiana will be ecstatic.”

Dominic smirked. She would be planning a wedding if she knew.

“Not a word. I want to find my woman first,” he warned. Alec nodded.

He was a hardened assassin, but he was scared of the tzar’s mother as well.

“Yeah. I know how your mom and my mom are.” Alec shuddered dramatically.

Both ladies, best friends, were terrible matchmakers.

“It’s been days. I want to find her soon.” Dominic was going crazy.

“I promised you will, tzar.”

He nodded. He would, even if he had to search the city himself.

“Any updates from accounting?”

Changing the subject. They had been having issues with unbalanced sheets for weeks now.

He’d flown back from Russia on short notice for one main reason.

And damn, was he glad he did. Something good had finally come out of it.

Detka.

“Yes. I’ve spoken with Daniel Mills. The department head. We’re looking at around 200.”

“Thousand?”

“No, 200 million Euros.”

He froze. Money wasn’t an issue. This amount was just a drop in the bucket compared to his family’s wealth.

In the mafia world, loyalty was everything. You were either loyal to the code or you were dead.

“Daniel couldn’t find it?”

“No, tzar.” Alec shifted, his distaste for the thief in their organization clear.

“Then fire him. We need someone smarter.”

“Actually, he redeemed himself. He recommended someone he said was a miracle genius. B.G. Anderson. I checked the guy’s credentials. Ph.D. in Finance and Accountancy. Independent firm. Works from home. The problem is we can’t risk sending sensitive data outside of our office. I asked him to report on Monday.”

He trusted his general. This could work. He lifted his chin in approval, his eyes serious.

“Alright, I’ll meet Mr. Anderson on Monday. I want a complete background check on him. Make sure his office is on the same floor as mine. And for fuck’s sake! Find my woman before I burn San Francisco to the ground.”

Alec’s eyes widened. He knew Dominic would follow through on his threat if he didn’t have his detka in his arms soon.

Yes. The infamous mafia tzar was a nutcase.

***

Shit!

Sleep was elusive. It was four in the morning, his head was pounding from the vodka, and he still couldn’t sleep.

The bedsheets had been changed long ago, but he’d told the maids to leave the pillows as they were.

His detka’s scent lingered. Her intoxicating fragrance. Honey and vanilla.

Was it her bath salts or shampoo? He’d make sure to stock their bathroom with that scent.

He turned to his side, his eyes narrowing on a glimpse of red lace peeking from the pillowcase.

Shit! Her torn panties. The thought made his cock stir.

In his eagerness to taste her, he’d ripped the fabric from her. That meant she’d gone home without any underwear.

His jaw clenched. To say he was possessive was an understatement.

He brought the fabric to his nose with a steady hand.

He inhaled deeply. Fuck! He wanted to fuck her so bad right now.

“Hmm, you smell so good, detka.”

The precome leaking from his dick was a clear sign he wouldn’t be getting any sleep if he didn’t take care of it.

And since he didn’t want anyone but his angel, his hands and her panties would have to do.

The last time he’d jacked off was when he was a teenager. But he guessed beggars couldn’t be choosers.

With the soft cloth in his hand, he wrapped his thick cock, slowly moving his hand up and down the throbbing length.

Heavy pants echoed through his room as he imagined his detka riding him. Just like she had that night.

Her pussy was so tight and wet, milking him. Fuck!

He wondered how she could take all of him, knowing how well-endowed he was. She was truly made for him.

A steady flow of precome made his dick slick; he tightened his grip, still imagining her cunt.

Shit! He wouldn’t last. This would have to hold him over until he found her.

When he did, he’d make sure to fuck her every chance he got. He was addicted to her, and there was no denying it.

His balls tightened, his hips jerked. His mind filled with memories of the times he’d filled her…

He came hard, groaning.

He wished he knew her name so he could groan it out loud the next time he came for her.

Soon, my love. Soon.