DomG
Supernova
- Joined
- Sep 9, 2010
Life was good for Nikolay Volkof, the past few weeks had brought him nothing but good news and several large sums of money. The Volkof family had finally cemented its hold on the city, becoming the undisputed rulers of the underworld. The Italian and Irish mobs had all pulled out of gone underground and most of the street level gangs were now paying tribute to the Russian mafia. It has taken years of hard work and struggle, scars on his body attested to that, but to Nikolay it had all paid off. His father now ran the city from the shadows and as his right hand and heir Nikolay was enjoying the benefits.
He was not a man afraid of breaking the law to get what he wanted and had done so countless times, from simple burglary and racketeering to sexual assault and "silencing" people who could be trouble, he had done it all. Nikolay was used to getting what he wanted and people could either cooperate or struggle. Even a three year stint in prison hadn't done anything to change him, his father not getting him out of that mess because he felt the time would be good for Nikolay, if anything it had only hardened him. A few scars along his right arm, from forearm to shoulder, remained as a reminder of his time there and each had been decorated with the tattoo of a stylized two headed eagle. Those were not the only tattoos he had, beneath his collarbone on either side of his chest was an eight pointed star to mark his position within the family as one of power, on his left bicep there was a dagger that seemed to pierce his skin and emerge several inches lower with eight drops of blood dripping from it (the lowest drop only recently applied), on his back a spider in its web facing up marked his right shoulder and on his abdomen, just above his crotch, was the coat of arms from the old Russian empire. To combine these with his height, his build, and of course the danger that could be seen in his eyes and smile would make it clear that this was not a man to be trifled with.
Rumors circulated, as they always did, and Nikolay often encouraged them. The one he liked the most, that he felt was most accurate, was that he was a beast in the body of a man, a wild animal barely restrained and ready to be unleashed any time. Perhaps there was some truth to that...
Earlier that day Nikolay had been out doing rounds to collect money from various businesses and low lever street gangs, tribute to the Volkof family. Some of that money was then paid to come city officials, key personnel on the police force, a large cut of the remainder was pocketed before the remainder was given to his father as a part of the standard arrangement. It had taken a good deal of time to complete and his knuckles had been bloodied when one particular pimp had tried to hold out on him, but Nikolay had enjoyed that particular bout of violence and had made a good deal of money for what was comparatively easy work. Twenty eight years old and in a single day had made more money then most people his age would make in six months.
Deciding to have some fun that night Nikolay had turned to his phone. Skimming for a while through the numbers and pictures before choosing his current favorite, Amy, a girl he had been fucking for a little more then a month, always open to something new. A phone call was made, a bottle of vodka was picked up, and before long he and Amy were fucking like wild animals in her room, the violent sounds of their pleasure echoing through her apartment.
A few hours later Nikolay emerged from the room, not bothering to dress, his naked body glistening with sweat and his large cock covered by the evidence of the recent bout of coupling. He wasn't done, not by a long shot, but he was hot and thirsty so he made his way to the fridge to retrieve the vodka he had put in there, unscrewing the top and taking several long gulps. It was only when he lowered the bottle from his lips that he realized he wasn't alone, seeing another young woman from the corner of his eye.
He turned slowly, eyeing her with an almost predatory hunger. He didn't speak, not yet, curious to see how she would react.