The Agent’s Badboy

Darko went straight to the Kuznetsova to deliver the five cases of forty-year-old whiskey from abroad that Yegor promised Nestor, as per their conversation a couple of days ago.

The underboss didn’t meet the old man upon arrival since he had called him earlier telling him that he was still at another meeting and that his men would take the cases from him. Darko didn’t ask any question and let his men handle the bottles, while he texted Zasha, asking her whereabouts.

He knows he should not even get in touch with her, but he was breaking his own rules when it comes to the beautiful mob heiress. He texted her and told her that he was at her house. He smiled and move further away from the men that were still unloading the cases from his car.

“Come up to my room, I’ve missed you!” she whined adorably making him smile from the other line.

“I imagined you missed any kind of male companion, I heard you haven’t left the mansion since your last outing.”

“You heard or you think?!”

“Oh baby, I know so.” Darko teased.

He was still talking when he felt hands slithering around his waist and pulled him to an empty room.

“You’re so naughty,” he said looking around recognizing that it was her dad’s office.

“Horny, I’m so fucking horny.”

She was latching her body to his and lowering him down for a kiss. Then she moaned when he kissed her back roughly while cupping her ass cheeks making her feel his hardness.

“We should stop, your dad can come back anytime soon.”

“I know, isn’t it exciting?” she winked and bite her lip sexily.

“Fuck…” the underboss groaned feeling the same anticipation. The thought of getting caught fueled his desire further to have her right there and then, though his common sense kept on trying to push her away.

His hands unbuttoned her shorts and slipped under the denim fabric, trailing between her legs and easily feeling her wetness. She moaned his name and slipped her hands under his shirt feeling his sculpted back while rocking her hips to the touches of his expert fingers.

“Zasha, we should…” he tried to stop but she kept on tracing her kisses to his neck, whispering her seductive words.

She was breathing heavily to his touches, her arousal was making him play her easily. She was holding onto his back tighter, her nails pressed deeper and made him desire her more. Her moans were soft and deep, it was enticing him to want to take her higher, to take her closer to ecstasy.

“I’m so close, Darko please…”

He was so hard from her plea and keep on pleasing her until she was about to burst. He knows he should stop and get out of there soon, but his mind kept on telling him to give her what she needed. And it wasn’t long until she climaxed and he silenced her with his kisses.

Her eyes looked at him in pure adoration, she was content in his arms while he buttoned her shorts back and tidy up her appearance. And she takes it further as she took his still wet fingers from her arousal and licked them clean, he groaned and kiss her again tasting her arousal.

They were so engrossed in their kisses that they did not notice when her dad open the door.

“What the hell is going on?” his face looked enraged, he was quick to pull out his gun and aim it at Darko.

“Get the fuck away from my daughter!”

“Dad, please don’t. It’s my fault.” She was quick to shield him, but Darko pulled her to his back not wanting her to take a bullet for him.

“Get away from him, you’re not meant for him. You’re better than this Zasha. I didn’t raise you to marry some underboss.”

“Dad, don’t… please! I love him! I don’t want Yegor and Darko is his half-brother. He’s not just an underboss!” she cried when she was tugged away roughly from Darko by one of her father’s men.

Her words made Darko look at her intensely when she was standing beside her dad. The woman kept on looking straight at the underboss, and he did not expect her dad to slap her so hard that her head turned and blood was seeping from the corner of her lips. The lips that were still a bit swollen from their last kiss.

“No bastard son will ever be good enough for my daughter!”

He knows that there was nothing that he could do, it was not just about her and him. He was risking the whole cartel, and he was fucked knowing that Yegor would hear about his stupidity.

But still, his heart warmed to her love declaration and somehow he knows that she was telling the truth. The caveman inside him wanted to just whisk her away and keep her safe under his protection.

Her dad was still furiously aiming his gun at Darko, Nestor knows he could not hurt the man. Not without him jeopardizing his standing that he has been working on his whole life in the Sokolov cartel.

Nestor was so furious that he grabbed Zasha’s hair and tugged them harshly, she was whimpering and that was when Darko finally fought back.

He didn’t care that he could die, that the old man would pull the trigger on him. All he sees was his woman who was being shamed and abused for being with him, the bastard son.

Darko felt the hot led pierce his right shoulder, he groaned knowing that Nestor wouldn’t dare kill him but he can surely hurt him.

She was screaming for her lover, but her dad pushes her down making her slump to the corner of the room. The underboss was furious at his action that his adrenaline pushes him to the point that he grabbed her and cursed at the old man.

“Don’t you fucking hurt the future madam of the Sokolov cartel, Yegor will hear about this.” He protected her behind him and slowly backed away from him.

“Yegor will definitely hear about you…”

“What? you want to risk her chances by telling him that we kissed?”

“Go! take her! I don’t want to see her unless she comes back with a Sokolov family name.”

He was supporting her weight, he could feel that she was devastated as she was being sent away from her own home. The home that she had been living in for the last twenty-three years. She has nowhere to go and she was going to be under the mercy of the Sokolov cartel where the boss wouldn’t even want her. And she felt that the half-brother only felt the lust and at that moment pitied her.

“Zasha, hey… everything will be just fine.”

They were in his car where she repeatedly wiped her tears, she knows her mom would kill her dad for the way he treated her if she was still alive. But she was all alone with nothing but the clothes she was wearing and a pair of flats, she didn’t even have her phone with her.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“I can go to my friends.” Her voice was small when she said her words, she wasn’t even sure if any of her so-called friends would take her in.

“You’re coming with me.”

“I can’t go to the mansion. I’m not welcome.”

“Trust me on this… I need…” he groaned when the throbbing pain hits and he glimpsed to his right shoulder looking at his shirt which was drenched in his blood already.

“Just trust me, okay?”

She didn’t reply but nodded, he pulled her close and kissed her forehead when they arrived at the mansion. Her cheek was still red and her lips were blistered.

“Darko, what happened? let’s get you to your room. I will tell Margot to send the doctor straight to your room.”

Darko had called Nail telling him to get the doctor to the mansion and that was it and told him that he will explain everything later. The man must’ve told Yegor since he was greeting them and looking worried at his best friend.

“… Zasha?”

The woman hides behind Darko when she heard Yegor’s voice mentioning her name. She had never felt so embarrassed in her entire life before. She was there in the house of the one person who never wanted her, Zasha was holding onto Darko’s hand tighter. He gave her cold hand a squeeze trying to reassure her.

“She’s here with me, I will explain everything to you after I got her settled in… ah Margot, can you please take Zasha to my room and let the doctor take a look at her?”

She was reluctant to let go of his hand, Yegor was looking at them intensely then realized that Zasha was hurt. He could see the hand mark on her cheek and the cut on her lip.

The mob boss knew something was going on between them and he was curious to find that what it was.

“Zasha… please follow me,” Margot ushered her to follow her.

The Kuznetsova heiress looked at Darko and he nodded telling her that he’ll catch up after talking to Yegor.

“But your shoulder, the doctor should take a look at it…”

“Margot please,”

The older woman nodded and wrapped Zasha’s shoulder softly, and she finally relents and follows the sweet older woman.

Yegor stayed quiet and watch them, then he let Darko explain everything when the women were out of the room.