Russian Bastard

Chapter 1*

Chapter 1 / NSFWTatiana

"Oh my God, Tatiana, have you seen these earrings my husband just bought me?" Emily Sanders asked, deftly pulling her hair back to show them off. "They're the latest Tiffanys and aren't even being sold yet!" she said, continuing to prattle off about them and how fabulous her husband treats her to her, Rose, Faye, and Sasha.

Tatiana rolled her eyes. She's been here all of forty-five minutes and she was already ready to bolt. These weekend brunches really were getting old fast, it was basically a housewife get-together. Only, she was the sole bachelorette.

She sighed before flashing her a fake smile. "Yes Emily, they're pretty."

"Oh I know right!" she squealed. She turned to Rose Romano, showing off the earrings to her. Rose just smiled at Emily as well before rolling her eyes at Tatiana, looking like she wanted to tear her eyes out.

She laughed under her breath. Rose was the only one here she could genuinely say she liked. Faye Burgess was nice enough but she usually kept to herself, merely observing them and Nina Vasiliev, whom she'd never met, had stopped going to these long before Tatiana had to substitute for her sister, Lucia. Emily Sanders and Sasha Scemo were from rags to riches stories and although she wouldn’t initially have anything against them, they were just so annoying.

She couldn’t explain it. Maybe it was the fake face, the constant bragging, or their stinging perfume, she wasn’t sure. It didn’t matter, she was forced to attend these brunches because apparently mafia wives didn’t have much to do.

She rolled her eyes. Mafia wives her ass, she wasn’t even anyone's wife and she was being forced to attend these because of her father. No matter what, a woman representing each big crime family in America, those that co-existed together at least, had to attend these. Usually, Lucia would be the one going to these but she was on a blind date that their father set up for a potential husband for her. Ugh, mafia politics. Tatiana had been running around too much these past few weeks doing errands for the Family and she was exhausted. The last thing she needed right now was to listen to these housewives talk about the latest Chanel bag being released or who was sleeping with who.

"Well!" Rose exclaimed loudly, gathering her purse and coat. "This was lovely ladies but I have to meet my husband now. I'll see you all next week. Bye!" She waved her goodbyes, leaving the restaurant that had been cleared out for us in a hurry.

Tatiana sighed, finishing her drink before standing up herself and gathering her belongings. "I must leave too, I have a party to attend later this evening," she said, smiling at them. "Ciao!" Her words of parting in Italian. As far as anyone was concerned, she was a full-blooded Italian, as it should be. Her safety depended on the knowledge that both the right and wrong people may have about her lineage.

She walked out of the restaurant and breathed a sigh of relief when she reached the bustling street of New York. Her life was hectic but she had it better than most.

"Ready to leave Ms. Tiana?" her driver Jared Flynn asked, calling her by her nickname, waiting next to the glossy black Benz parked by the curb that he used to drive her here. It was the customary car that all of her father's drivers drove, regardless of who. Although it wasn’t her Audi convertible, it was comfortable nonetheless.

She smiled at him. "You know what, Jared, I'm always ready to leave these kinds of brunches." she said to him as she walked closer towards the car. He opened the door and upon entering, he closed it behind her.

Jared sat in the driver's seat before reversing out of the space and onto the busy street. At the stoplight, he turned to her. "Where to, Ms. Tiana?"

She looked up at him from her view outside the window. "I don’t know…" she pondered, looking out the window once again. "Please take me to the House," she finally said. She had to meet her brother today, might as well get on with it. He noticed it when she said house instead of home, but it was true. It was never home to her.

It didn’t take them long to arrive, and before she knew it, she was already striding down the hallways of their estate.

"The meeting has been set." Matteo said as they walked into the family room. However, at the tall ceilings, modern chandelier, and beautiful modern furniture, you could hardly just describe it as a "family room". Mansion, would've been the word to describe it.

It was later in the day and Tatiana was meeting with her brother Matteo in the Family house. It was this huge modern home with modern furniture, leather seats, and floor-to-ceiling glass walls courtesy of her step-mom, Rhea. Rhea's living room was beautiful—her whole house was, to be completely honest—but she always felt that it was too modern. Maybe it was the old roots within her but she was more akin to a parlor room during Elizabethan times, a house with good sturdy walls, crystal chandeliers, cozy furniture, and a fireplace to keep the home warm. It was the old aristocratic blood in her feeling this way.

"Who am I delivering them to?" she asked as they settled down on the fine cushions, their server offering them drinks. She took a glass of Chardonnay and took a sip. It was odd that she was specifically requested to be the one to oversee the exchange but her father didn’t mind so it was a non-issue. She was just going to have extra security.

"Directly to Francesco Vasiliev, no one else," he answered, sipping on his Malbec wine. "Be careful with who you meet. You'll have Nathaniel there as personal guard and Louis to keep you company, as well as a handful of others that father is sending with you to the party. I also heard that you are planning on bringing Carmen." He said accusingly.

She hid her cringe at the mention of her ex-boyfriend. "It is a party after all. It would be hard to blend in with only security there surrounding me." She smirked, intentionally vexing him. She knew of his interest in her best friend. "It would be good to bring her to help me with this charade, as well as to keep me company."

He scoffed, downing his glass and standing up, buttoning his suit jacket. "Whatever you say mia sorella. Just go to the party and come back in one piece." He said in parting as he left the room.

She looked out onto the lush, thriving grounds of the estate through the floor-to-ceiling windows as she sipped on her glass of Chardonnay. "Ya vsegda delayu, Matteo." She said into nothing.

***

"f**k," Patrick's voice ground out as he thrust into her deeply from behind, eliciting a moan from her. "How's that, baby?"

She could only manage a moan of encouragement as he pushed her down further, arching her back, pulling back slowly before slamming into her again. He repeated the motion a few more times before she whined, "Faster."

"You want me to go faster?" Her f**k buddy's lip's trailed from her neck to the dip in her spine. "Then don't." He thrust into me again. "Keep. Me. Waiting." He emphasized each, short word with a deep thrust into her. "Your little ass took your sweet time getting here while I had a hard on that needed taking care of."

Her juices were leaking out of her, running down her thighs. She was so wet, she nearly sobbed as she said, "I-I'm sorry," she managed to get the words out shakily as he ground against her, making sure she felt all of him. "I got held up at my family's house."

He grasped her waist and flipped her onto her back, climbing on top of her and roughly grabbing her chin to face him. "Do I look like I give a f**k? It's called a d**k appointment for a reason. Be on time."

She rolled her eyes as she pushed him onto his back before crawling over him, hovering over his impressive length. "You don't know my family. And thank f**k for that," she added. One of the many reasons why she liked her all-American f**k buddy was because he didn't know her last name, what it meant, and who exactly she was. "So either you're going to talk about me being late to take care of your d**k," she drifted closer, bringing her lips just a hairsbreadth from his, teasing him. "Or you're going to use your d**k and f**k me until I can't remember your name…" she ground down on him, slowly rubbing her lips up and down his length. "Or mine."

They stared at each other for a few moments, breathing in each other's pants before Patrick lunged forward and smashed their lips together, grabbing her hips, and slamming her down against him.

They both moaned as they felt him hit rock bottom in her, making her squeeze around him involuntarily. They hadn’t slept together in a while—a situation that should’ve stayed that way—but she was stressed, and needed the distraction. An orgasm was the best way to do that.

Her knees locked on the mattress as he bounced her up and down on him, the wet sounds of their skin slapping against skin filling the room. She panted, her breaths becoming increasingly shorter as he shifted their position to thrust into her harder, pulling her hair back roughly to expose her neck and attacking her with his teeth.

She was close, so close--then the doorbell sounded through the apartment. She gaped, momentarily distracted by the clock, not realizing what time it was.

“s**t,” she gasped as he hit her spot, triggering her orgasm. She went limp on top of him as he kept pounding into her, pulling her down to meet each thrust, doubling and prolonging her pleasure as he chased his own release.

“Hurry,” she gasped, holding onto his shoulders as he shuddered beneath her, his c*m spilling into her. He groaned, holding her there as they finished, both of them breathing hard. He was still coming when she hurriedly pulled away from him, their juices mixed between her legs as she quickly grabbed a robe.

She nearly tripped over her shaking legs in her haste. “You have to go,” she whispered urgently, tying her robe around her as the doorbell sounded again. “That’s my friend at the door, she can’t see you here.”

“Hold on,” he groaned, fisting his c**k still spilling his c*m all over her mattress. “Let me finish.” She tossed his clothes in his direction before pulling him towards out and towards her kitchen. There was a spare exit here for when her housekeeper came to visit. “Go now,” she whispered urgently.

He clutched his clothes in hand, snuck in a quick kiss--which surprised her--and quickly left the room.

Tatiana slowly exhaled, calming down and shaking off her post-orgasmic bliss before opening the door to Carmen’s smiling face.

***

"Should I wear this plum dress or the green spaghetti strapped one?" Carmen asked Tatiana, holding each dress up against her body in front of her floor-length mirror. Situated in her apartment in the Village, the setting sun bounced beautifully against her skin. The room was painted white with gold trimmings, minimalist but classy furniture spread around.

"The green one, it goes well with your hair," Tatiana said gesturing to her red hair while she was clipping her hoop earrings on.

Carmen nodded in reply, setting the other dress down. “Are you going to tell me about why your bedroom reeked of s*x?”

“What do you mean?” Tatiana replied absently.

“Really? The rumpled sheets, the stains, they don’t ring any bells?”

“I dont know what you’re talking about.”

Carmen raised a quizzical brow. “I thought you weren’t seeing him anymore.”

“I’m not,” she said, turning away. “It was just… a relapse. I needed the diversion.”

“You know you shouldn’t see him anymore.”

“I know,” Tatiana quipped. “By the way, Matteo was asking about you again," she mentioned in the hopes of changing the subject, clipping the other earring in place before turning to her.

Carmen rolled her eyes at her while changing into the green dress. "Tell him to stop bothering you and to stay away from my business. Oh, and tell him to f**k off le morceau merde."

She raised her eyebrows at her. "When are you going to tell me exactly what's going on between you and my brother?" Well, half-brother, but brother nonetheless.

She groaned, "There's nothing to tell. We hooked up once and he's been brushing me off ever since. He won't even talk to me. f**k him, I'm over it."

"Doesn't sound like you're over it but I'm staying out of this one," Tatiana said, raising her hands in surrender when Carmen scowled at her.

She touched up the rest of her makeup before shimmying into her dress. It was a beautiful gold number that ended mid-thigh, with small straps and a front that dipped ever so slightly that hinted at her cleavage. She fluffed out her bronze hair and slipped on the mink calf-length fur coat her mother gifted her for her birthday. While Carmen touched up her own makeup, she slipped into her gold stilettos and grabbed her purse, the contents of which were only her phone, gloss, and glock 42 gun.

"We'll be late," she said to Carmen and walked out of her room, into the living room where Louis and Nathaniel were waiting, drinking at the bar. She rolled her eyes. She couldn’t believe they were sending Nate with them, it was bad enough that he was an ex, but he was the most skilled security personnel her father had, and going into this party, they needed all the protection they could get.

Upon entering the room, both of them looked up at her from their conversation. She barely glanced at Nate—partly because it felt wrong to have him here when the evidence of her and Patrick's activities was only a room away—before quickly focusing her attention on Louis, giving him a bright smile.

Louis stood up from his seat and jokingly bowed at her, playfully holding out her hand and dropping a kiss. "Shall we princess?" he asked, laughter dancing across his eyes.

She rolled her eyes as Carmen walked into the room greeting them both. "When are you gonna drop the whole princess thing?" She laughed with him. When Louis found out, he hadn’t stopped calling her that ever since.

"We should get going," Nate said, downing his drink before getting up and opening the door for them, waiting for them to leave.

Louis turned to her. "Shall we?" He asked.

She nodded, gesturing for Carmen to go ahead. "Let's go."

Translations:

Mia sorella - my sister (Italian)

Ya vsegda delayu - I always do (Russian)

le morceau merde – the piece of s**t (French)

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