Czar Gregovivk Part 3

"Did you become fluent in Russian by talking to one of them, or did you take lessons from teachers?" I lean my body forward, letting her feel my breath on the top of her head.
"Alekessandra taught me." She lowers the cloth after cleaning my hand, leaving it on her thigh. Her face turns toward the table, searching for something. "My adoptive mother missed having someone to talk to in her mother tongue, so she taught me, sir."
I was foolish; I thought Alekessandra taught Mabel to speak Russian because her buyer was from here. Maybe that could be one reason, but the main one was simple: Alekessandra wasn't teaching her mother tongue to Mabel, but rather her mother tongue; Mabel is Russian. Macro didn't take her that night to deliver her to the buyer; Mabel's first night in Sodoma was to meet her biological mother without even knowing who she was. I was so focused on protecting Mabel, thinking Morgana would come after her, that the only slip Morgana made went unnoticed. She could have shot Mabel, killing her along with Macro; she was an easy target in the square, and a good shooter would have easily taken them both out, but the bullet only hit the guy. Morgana didn't want to kill Mabel; she brought her daughter to Moscow because she wanted her back.
"Christ, and I thought Freire was bad!" Jonathan's wife says seriously. "But this woman faked her own daughter's death! What happened to that child? Where did she go…"
"I don't know. Sometimes I wonder where that child ended up, what Morgana did with her own daughter…" my aunt says quietly, letting out a long sigh.
"She's sleeping upstairs, in my room…" I let the words out heavily, feeling hate for this woman.
"Are you saying that Mabel..." Ramsés steps forward, staring at me.
"Is Morgana's daughter. Macro went after Mabel to tell her that her biological mother was behind everything, her coming here. Hearing the truth spoken in this room just helped me connect the dots." I smile, without a hint of happiness, just pure agony washing over me. "Morgana is Mabel's mother; she is the true buyer of the little submissive alpha."
The sound of the radio communicator that Raja gave to Ramsés beeps as everyone falls silent, listening to the security guards reporting that an alarm has been triggered around the house.
"Ginger, come on!" Jonathan is already holding his wife by the arms and lifting her into his arms, rushing with her out of the room.
Dexter pulls the revolver from his waistband and approaches Baby and Aunt Yelena.
"Protect them!" I say quickly to him, leaving the room at the same time as Ramsés, who heads for the back door.
My body spins, my feet taking me in another direction, running toward the stairs.
"Greg… Greg, wait!" Sieta runs after me. "If this is true, then you need to tell her…"
"And how do you think I can tell Mabel this?" I snarl with hatred, shaking my head as I pull the revolver from my waistband. "How can I tell her that her mother is nothing but a damn bitch who threw her into a kennel that trains submissives to be their masters' obedient little pets and now wants her back…"
"Like this…" Sieta says hurriedly, breathing fast, climbing the stairs alongside me and heading into the hallway when we turn left. "It doesn’t matter how you tell her; what matters is that it will be through you that she learns this…"
Sieta grabs my arm and makes me stop in front of the bedroom door, forcing me to look at her.
"She lost the only person she had, Greg, and right now, in this moment, you are all she has that is real and trustworthy…" she says seriously, keeping her eyes locked on mine, even knowing I'm one step away from losing control. "If Mabel finds out about this any other way than from your mouth, it will destroy her completely, thinking you manipulated her like everyone else has since she was born."
"And what if she feels disgust for everything? For me, who comes from the same world that destroyed her life, Sieta? Sodoma is just as guilty for Mabel's fate as Morgana." I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to find a way to spare her from this. "I don’t want to lose her…"
"You won't, Greg! Trust me; anyone who looks into her eyes…" Sieta raises her hand and presses her finger against the bedroom door. "Sees how much she loves you…"
My gaze turns to the door as I watch it slowly open, allowing me to free my arm from Sieta's grip.
"I didn't leave that door ajar…" I push the door open all the way, seeing the bathroom light I left on illuminating the empty bed. I unlock the revolver, holding it in my hand and pushing Sieta behind me. "Mabel…"
I press my finger on the bedroom light switch, turning it on and calling for her. I walk toward the bathroom the moment she steps out, letting out a soft yawn and rubbing her sleepy eyes, which gives me time to pull my arm back, keeping her from seeing the revolver in my hands. I feel Sieta's fingers as she grabs the gun I shake toward her.
"Hi…"
Before she can take another step, my hand is on the side of her face, holding her, catching her by surprise as I press my lips against hers. Mabel's fingers clutch my arms, and she lets out a slow sigh into my mouth. I feel a mix of relief and anguish as I kiss her more possessively, loving how she always surrenders when we kiss.
"I'm heading out!" I hear Sieta's distant voice, giggling and closing the bedroom door.
I release Mabel's face only to wrap my arm around her back, pulling her closer to me, pressing her chest against mine. I feel her warmth, her scent invading my mind and making me more vulnerable to this little bird that captured me.
"Did you leave the room?" I ask, hiding my face in her hair.
"No, I woke up kind of drowsy and didn’t find you. I think I opened the door thinking it was the bathroom; when I saw the hallway, I went back inside..." she says softly, rubbing her face against my chest.
I grip her buttocks and lift her off the ground in one swift motion, placing her on the dresser. Her body fits perfectly against mine, her hands resting on my shoulders as she gets lost in my kisses, and I let my mouth travel down her neck, rubbing my hands against her thighs, enjoying the caresses my fingers make on her skin.