Vladimir walked into the den of the families stately mansion on the shores of Lake Michigan. Czarina, his mother, smiled up at her firstborn as he approached. Vlad and his brother, Paasha, were the only two men in her life that she trusted. As far as she was concerned, all other men were just lying pigs, that she had nothing but contempt for. A hatred that had been years in the making. But that's for another story.
"Buckman's been released from jail. I've heard all kinds of different stories about what's going on with him. But one rumor that keeps getting repeated is that he's cut some kind of deal with the Federal Agents. Something about testifying about us in exchange for immunity." Vlad stood silently after giving her the information, knowing the reaction that was about to come. He could see the rising rage in her eyes as she stood.
Czarina was a statuesque woman as she stood before him. She always dressed immaculately. Also, a result of her past. A past she swore she'd never return to. A past of abuse and poverty. She was now the head of the Russian Mob in the Chicago area. A position that afforded her every luxury a woman could want. Something she took full advantage of daily, working out religiously to maintain the body she knew drove men crazy with lust. At 55 years old, she stood 5'6", without her heels on. Her chest jutting out. A pair of massive breasts, that she'd had enhanced for the sole purpose of tormenting men. She may have been 55, but she could have easily passed for a woman in her early 40's.
Vlad eyed her body up and down as she stood before him, admiring her beauty and sensuality. Hers was a body that may have driven other men crazy with lust. But not him or his brother. The three of them shared an incestuous relationship, initiated by Czarina when each of her boys came of age. To say it was a twisted relationship would be an understatement. In public, or when dealing with the daily tasks of running the family business, Czarina was the personification of her name. She was a ruthless and sadistic crime boss, who thought nothing of cutting up a man slowly, reveling in his screams of agony, as she prolonged his death as long as she could. But when she and Vlad were alone, she was his submissive, tender lover. Eager to please him in every way she could. Her relationship with Paasha, her second born, was also incestuous. But theirs was of a different nature. She maintained her dominance with him. But with both of them she had one simple rule that they knew must be obeyed, lest they too incur her wrath. They could play with as many women as they wanted. But she was the only one they could fuck properly. As she would tell them regularly, "You can fuck them in the ass or mouth. That's what whores are used for. But if I ever find out you fucked them in their pussy, I'll gut them and castrate you." Yeah, she was a messed up woman.
Only a small number of their inner circle knew of the incestuous relationship that existed between her and her boys. Or so she thought. Those who did know never spoke of it. Their fear of her kept their mouths shut.
Czarina watched as her son eyed her body up and down. "Any other man looked at me the way you're looking at me, I'd cut his eyes out."
Vlad looked her in the eye, returning the cold stare she was giving him. "I'm not any other man." They were in the room alone.
Maxim was outside in the hallway, waiting for his boss to return. Maxim was the one in charge of the families dozen, or so, soldiers. He listened intently, knowing better than to interrupt or even let them know he was listening. He feared Czarina far more than he feared her two sons.
"I'm the man who knows you." He grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her into his body. "I'm the man who understands you." He whispered in her ear. "I'm the man who loves you."
Czarina felt her defenses and resistance fading as Vlad held her tight. It no longer mattered to her that this was her son. This was the man who knew her, understood her and loved her for who she was. She wrapped her arms around his waste as she pulled away enough to look him in the eye. She was almost his height as she stood in her 4" heels. "You do understand me, my sweet boy."
Vlad pulled her head to his and kissed her tenderly. The kiss lingered for several seconds before Vlad sucked her lower lip into his mouth, sucking on it, the way he knew she liked. He held her tightly till he heard her groan softly. "Yes mom! I understand you." He said softly, as he smiled at her. Then he got a serious look on his face. "Now tell me what you want me to do with Buckman."
Czarina's face hardened. Both mother and son knew their roles within their family and the organization. Each accepted those roles and functioned within them. "Bring that fat pig to me! I'll deal with him the way I deal with all traitors!"
Vlad smiled at her as he continued to hold her tightly. "As you wish." He knew submitting to her authority on this issue would mean she'd be his after she was done with Buckman. Vlad released his mother and walked out to Maxim who was waiting patiently in the hallway. "Go get Lev and retrieve Buckman. Bring him to the boathouse."
Buckman sat in the backseat with the confidence and arrogance of a man who thought he was in complete control of his life and destiny. "Where are we going?" He asked as Lev drove past the mansion, taking the driveway to the back of the property, to the boathouse.
Maxim smiled to himself. He hated Buckman. He knew Buckman was squirming now. "I'm taking you where I was told to take you." He thought back on all those times he was told to do whatever Buckman told him to do. Then he thought back to how much he hated those times. He laughed to himself.
Buckman got out of the SUV and walked into the boathouse, wondering what his reward was going to be for being a loyal soldier for Czarina. "What's going on?" He asked. His voice revealing a little more uncertainty.
"Inside." Maxim said. Pointing to the boathouse.
"What's going on Czarina?" Buckman asked, stepping into the boathouse, seeing Czarina as he walked through the door. His question sounded more like pleading.
"Sit down and shut up!" She ordered him, pointing to a chair flanked by two of her biggest soldiers, Lev and Boris.
Buckman began knew something was wrong as he watched Czarina pace back and forth. He could see the rage in her demeanor. "What's going on? I demand to know what's going on!" He almost yelled, trying to disguise his fear.
Czarina glared at him. "You arrogant prick! You demand! You demand!" She screamed. She looked at the two guys standing on either side of him. "Strip him naked and tie him to the chair."
Buckman began to object as he tried to stand. Lev enjoyed smashing him across his face so hard it dazed him long enough to strip him and secure him to the chair. He would have enjoyed beating him to death. But he knew that would have incurred Czarina's wrath. Both men stepped back when Buckman was secured.
Czarina stood in front of Buckman, who was trying to hold onto what little bit of defiance and dignity he had left. "What the fuck is going on?" He looked up at her pleading with a degree of anger in his voice. He'd never been treated like this by anyone. Especially a woman.
Czarina leaned over till her face was inches from his. "Did you think you could betray me and get away with it?"
A fear came over Buckman when he saw the knife in her hand. "What the fuck are you talking about? I would never betray you, you crazy bitch!" It was only after his words were blurted out that he realized what he'd said. He was so accustomed to treating women with no respect that his natural name for them was "bitch." "I'm sorry Czarina! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean that!"
Czarina stood up smiling, looking at Boris. "Cut his tongue out." She walked over and sat down as she listened to Buckman pleading for mercy till his voice was muffled. When Boris stepped aside, Buckman's mouth was a bloody mess as he coughed and choked on his own blood.
