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what could happen to her when she disobeys my orders. I thought, perhaps, a lesson in how easy it would be for an enemy to abduct her would make her think twice about taking off without protection.
    I wonder at what point she knew I was her abductor. There was no doubt she knew my smell. Maybe it was the feel of my lips on her body or the texture of my hands. The thing about it is… when you’re bound, gagged, blindfolded, and afraid, your mind can play tricks on you. I played on that; there’s nothing like a good mind fuck.
    When you combine bondage with sensory-depravation, your victim begins to question everything because she can no longer discern what is real. I still have the ability to terrorize her, and I feed off that sick fear and longing I have created in her over the course of our marriage. Even after twenty years of taking her, and using her body for all my dark desires, we still have an unquenchable thirst for each other. My wife turns me on like no other woman has ever had the ability to do. The way her body responds to the things I subject her to, leaves no doubt in my mind that she is as kinky and as dark as I am.
    The way her breath hitches, the way her body trembles, and the questions I see in her eyes when she doesn’t understand her body’s response—it all excites me. I still enjoy stalking her, abducting her, and taking her, as much as I enjoyed it in the early days of our relationship. It just gets better and better between us. Ptichka gives me a reason to live. She gives me something real to hang on to in my world of uncertainty. I will never let her go. She knows it, I know it, my kids know it, and my organization knows it. Ptichka is the property of Alexander Glazov, and the same way I live for her, I would die for her or, worse yet, kill for her.



Chapter Nine
    Kathleen
    I awake in the morning with the familiar feeling of bruises over bruises, and I immediately think of my husband. I rub my wrists and eye the ligature marks. I quit trying to hide them from family members and extended family years ago. They are well aware of my husband’s sadistic side. I don’t give a fuck what my husband does to me; I enjoy it as much as he does. We share two hard limits: no fucking around, and no sharing me. Glazov doesn’t play well with others and neither do I. We both know what the other will do if one of us were to have an affair. Needless to say, there will be no infidelity in our marriage. Our jealousies runs deep, and the consequences are lethal.
    Today is the day Novak will be arriving with his wife, Katrina. There is a story that is entertaining to me, a rumor about Novak and Katrina. It is said that Katrina managed to get her hands on his diary, and she wrote a book about Novak based on the material she read. Her punishment had been forced marriage to him, Novak! Evidently, male dominance is a trait that runs deeply in Glazov’s genealogy.
    I jump in the shower, get dressed, and put on my make-up for the day. Glazov’s sister, Vladimira, and the rest of the women will be arriving early to prepare for the party being thrown this evening to welcome Novak and Katrina. We will also be celebrating Kodiak’s official induction in to the organization. The mansion will be full of guests and family members. Bratva from all four of our cells are being flown in from all over the country. Having Novak here and my son ‘coming out’ are big deals. I don’t know exactly what Kodiak has done, but I do know it has something to do with the man who was stealing from my husband. I can’t imagine anyone thinking they could get away with stealing from Alexander Glazov. They put their life on the line by doing so.
    Vladimira smiles at me as I make my way into the kitchen. I’m not shocked that she’s already here.
    “Everyone is so excited about Novak’s arrival. You’ve met him, no?”
    Her thick Russian accent is more pronounced when she is excited.
    “Oh yes,” I chuckle. “I’ve met him, and