Her Lucky Number Thirteen (The American Soldier Collection 13)

“Holy fuck,” Cosivan moaned.

She couldn’t take it. It was too much as her body exploded again and again. The orgasm just seemed to go on and on and then both men began to move. She was spent, done for and not a care in the world until both men started to fuck her so hard and fast she felt overwhelmed. Viktor came first, calling out her name.

“Holy shit. Oh God, baby, you’re perfect. So fucking prefect,” he said to her.

Behind her, Cosivan was thrusting into her ass and holding on to her hips. “I’m there, baby. Here I come,” he shouted and she felt his dick somehow grow thicker and her insides felt so full she gasped. He shook behind her then held himself within her for a few seconds. She felt his mouth on her neck and shoulder as Viktor kissed her breasts, her neck, and then her lips.

“Ya Lyublyu tyebya,” he whispered and Cosivan repeated the same words in Russian, too.

“What did you say? What does it mean?” she asked as Cosivan pulled slowly from her ass.

Viktor rolled her to her side, sliding his cock from her wet pussy. He cupped her cheeks. “It means we love you, sweet Nalia. Always and forever.” He covered her mouth and kissed her then Cosivan did the same.

She smiled softly and looked at them. “I love you guys, too. Always and forever,” she said and Cosivan didn’t smile but instead caressed her thigh before he walked to the bathroom to grab a washcloth.

She lay there with Viktor until Cosivan returned and cleaned her up. She thought about what he said earlier and about the kind of men they all were and the professions they had. She loved them with all her heart and she would accept their responsibilities. She wouldn’t give them a hard time or ask any questions, she would just love them whenever they were with her and be the kind of woman they needed and truly deserved.

Chapter 7

They were in town for less than a day when Cosivan and Viktor were attacked. It was after midnight when their plane arrived and they got to the waiting car. In communications with Nicolai, they decided to head to the club on Fuller Street. They made their way through the crowded bar area and into the back offices. Their men gave them an update on any problems they had with Lapella and Scarlapetti’s crew making some drug deals at the club, and the increase in security since Zinc and Cobra were killed.

They gave their orders and then prepared to leave to go to the penthouse to get some sleep. Viktor was on the phone with Nina, making plans to see her in the morning and introduce her to a new security team. As they exited the offices and went back through the club, Cosivan spotted the angry expression on one man’s face and then the response from others around him.

“Viktor,” Cosivan said to him just as the one man attacked.

It was fast. The thrust of the knife against Viktor’s chest and how quickly Viktor dropped the phone, shifted then countered. Cosivan saw the gun with the silencer on the one who went after him. He shifted, pulled the gun, and turned it on the man. The light sound, “pop, pop,” brought the attackers to their knees and Cosivan and Viktor’s men removed the other two. The small crowd of guards removed the bodies and Viktor and Cosivan hurried out the back door. It wasn’t until they were in the car that Cosivan saw Viktor’s angry expression and him holding his arm. Then came the sight of blood. “Fuck,” Cosivan yelled.

He grabbed on to Viktor. “Are you okay? How bad?”

“It’s not bad. Could have been worse if you hadn’t yelled out my name. I was focused on talking to Nina. She sounded so upset but relieved I was in town to help.”

One of the guards handed over a large first aid kit. Cosivan ripped Viktor’s shirt and saw the large gash. “You’ll need stitches. Luca,” he called out to the driver.

“Already on my way, sir. How bad?” he asked.

“He’s fucking lucky. Call Simon, find out who exactly those men were we took out in the club then have the men drop them on the fucker’s doorstep,” Cosivan said, the anger hitting him hard. Viktor could have been killed right there in front of him. He immediately thought about Nalia. He locked gazes with Viktor as he pressed the wad of gauze against the wound to suppress the bleeding. “Not a word to her. You don’t tell her anything when we talk to Nalia. Understand?” Viktor demanded.

Cosivan nodded. “We’re in a war, brother. Soldier mode for now on, got it?”

“Got it.”

* * * *

Nalia knew that something was up. She overheard the angry tone as Chatham spoke into his cell phone in the hallway. It was the middle of the night and she could hardly sleep. She was worried about Cosivan and Viktor and missing them already.

“Fuck, what do you need us to do? Seriously, Cosivan? Maybe we need to be there, too. Perhaps place Nalia into a safe house with the family? We should be there. This is a war. Are you certain someone else is involved?” She heard only the one sided conversation and her heart raced. Something happened and she was worried.

She felt the arm go over her waist and Boian pulled her down. He snuggled his mouth against her neck and placed a leg over and between her thighs, caging her in. “No eavesdropping.”

She swallowed hard. “Something is wrong,” she whispered.

“Not your concern. Remember the rules Cosivan went over with you,” he said firmly.

She remembered them. It was after they made love while he and Viktor held her between them. Cosivan made her promise to be strong, to be brave, and to trust in them to take care of her and each other. She was to ask no questions because they didn’t want her to be part of this aspect of their lives. They wanted her safe, and untainted by the work they were forced to do in order to keep this dynasty, this family she was part of, alive and in control. They explained about the men who wanted to do the family harm and her father harm. In the last several weeks they each explained so much to her she understood exactly what she was becoming a part of. They spoke about the illegal and legal businesses, and how they owned and operated a few legitimate bars and restaurants, yet also engaged in criminal activity to make money and keep the control of territory that had been in the families for generations.

They also told her that they never killed just to kill or to make a point. They only killed in defending themselves as some tried to kill them. What they failed to remember, or maybe they chose to ignore, was that she knew what that felt like, too. She had been forced to kill in order to survive and not allow Scarlapetti’s men get ahold of her and take her to Scarlapetti. She was a soldier, just like they were.

She listened anyway and heard Chatham’s angry tone and then him say fine, and okay, we’ll take care of it.