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  “I’m so glad to finally be here,” Eden replied, “so how long can I stay this time?”

  “We’ll talk about it,” Columbia said, “right after we talk about your hair. What the hell is this? Ronald McDonald red?”

  “It’s Naughty Tangerine, I’ll have you know,” Eden said, bristling against Columbia’s concern.

  “You look like that chick from that movie. You know, the Fifth Element,” Columbia told her.

  “Awesome, that’s totally the colour I was going for.”

  It was Columbia’s turn to bristle.

  “I take it Nico has your luggage in your room,” Dimitri interjected before the two started fighting, “same as before. Do you need us to show you the way?”

  “Not at all,” Eden replied with a smile, she seemed relieved at his interruption. “I’m gonna go change, this place is freakin hot compared to Vancouver. I’m sweatin like a whore in church.”

  Columbia shuddered, a tiny little motion but Dimitri caught it. “We’ll be in the dining room, Nico has some homecoming treats laid out for you. We’ll wait for you, so I don’t gobble all the petit fours before you get there. I promise,” she told her sister. Eden took off at a slow lope down the wide hallways to the back guest quarters.

  “She’s growing too fast,” Dimitri said, aware of how cliché it sounded the moment it was out of his mouth.

  “She really is. I worry about her though, she has this feral quality about her that I never had at that age.”

  “You didn’t walk in on your sister murdering your father though, little dove. You have to take that into consideration.”

  “I refuse to feel guilty about that. And besides, I had worse when I was her age, I was fucking raped on a regular basis, remember that!”

  Columbia stalked off through the opposite door towards the dining room. Dimitri rubbed his hand over his head and sighed. After everything he’d encountered in his life, nothing seemed as complicated as the relationship Columbia had with her little sister.

  It was understandable though, which is why he did his best to be the peacekeeper. Funny, he thought, the enforcer now playing babysitter to a couple of angry girls. He smiled and followed Columbia to the table.

  He looked over at her when he sat down. She was biting her lower lip and deep in thought. Although Eden had been the reason Columbia hadn’t killed herself, she was also the reason she’d stayed in their house and allowed the rapes to continue. She loved and protected her little sister with her very life and sanity, but resented her for it at the same time.

  Complicated.

  “Shall we start without her?” Dimitri asked, hoping to show Columbia his solidarity with her.

  “No, I told her I would wait,” she replied and shot him a look that let him know she thought he was an uncouth idiot. He smiled at her anger.

  “I was merely taking your side, my love,” he replied.

  “I don’t need you to take my fucking side, I need her to settle down and stop acting like such a spoilt brat.”

  “I’m not a brat, and if you were around you would know that,” Eden said from behind them.

  They turned to find her changed; her hair still orange and spikey, but she was wearing a light summer dress and leather flip-flops. “That’s much better,” Columbia said, “now can we please drop this and fight over the cookies already?”

  “I want to stay,” Eden said as she sat down. “I’ll let it drop for now, but I don’t want to go home.”

  She and Columbia dove into the treats laid out; Dimitri remembered what it had been like to have nothing so he understood their enthusiasm. They ate cookies, pastries, delicate chocolate roses and sipped champagne.

  His heart was filled with love for his little dove as he watched her mother her little sister. He thought for just a moment what it would be like to have a child with Columbia.

  As soon as the thought arose, he squashed it. It was dangerous to think of bringing a child into their lifestyle, they would all be vulnerable beyond logic.

  But still, the image of Columbia with his child at her breast sent a shockwave of longing through his body. Strange, he’d never thought of himself as a family man.

  “Dimi?” Columbia asked and waved her hand in front of his face. “Earth to Dimi.” She smiled when she got his attention.

  “Yes?” he asked, but both of them were watching him with anticipation. This could be trouble.

  “We asked if we could go to Rome for the weekend. Now that we took care of that little problem we were having, it’s much easier for us to travel.”

  Although Eden had an idea what they were up to, and possibly the constant state of danger they lived in, she never would have fully comprehended their involvement in criminal activity. Some of it from Dimitri’s past, but some of it part of their current business ventures.

  Columbia had come along and forced him to rethink how he handled his affairs, he now had several charities, green technology initiatives in developing nations, and programs he funded in different countries around the world.

  As much as she loved to kill, she loved to help those less fortunate than herself. He loved her for both things.

  “It could be done,” he replied and considered the potential problems. Sergei had only been dead for a week, so there would be a vacuum in the criminal underworld. Men would be desperate to fill it, they’d be scrabbling to become head of the bratva, or destroy it all together depending on what side they were on. This would be beneficial, none of them would bother with Dimitri or Columbia, at least not until things reached an equilibrium.

  “That would be so awesome! I’ve always wanted to see the Colosseum,” Eden said, “did you know they flooded it and held a naval battle when it first opened? Can you imagine that? Fucking epic.”

  Columbia frowned at her language, but was soon caught up in Eden’s excitement. “We’ll see what Nico can arrange,” Dimitri said and was once again overcome with pride at his beautiful little dove. He couldn’t wait to show her off in the eternal city.

  *****

  “It’s huge!” Eden said, finally sounding impressed at something they’d seen. Rome had been beautiful so far, but she’d taken a certain disinterested affect that apparently irritated Columbia to no end. The Colosseum had finally done it though, so it wasn’t a total waste of time.

  Dimitri didn’t mind Eden’s attitude, but he was irritated at their lack of privacy. He wanted nothing more than to drag Columbia back to their hotel room and tear her apart. His cock ached with need for her. Even though their suite was enormous, and they had a private room, Eden didn’t seem to understand the concept of privacy. Columbia said it came from growing up in such a tiny house.

  “That’s what she said,” Columbia replied and the girls broke into hysterical giggles. Dimitri never did quite understand their inside jokes, and now with his dull need clouding his wits, he cared even less for them.

  “Come on, it’s funny,” Columbia said and poked him.

  They were on the ground level of the Colosseum; it was packed elbow to elbow with tourists of all nationalities. The late October weather was unseasonably warm, and Dimitri had overdressed in tailored trousers and a suit jacket. Sweat trickled down the crease in his back, following his spine and making his scars itch.

  “Heh,” he replied and looked around for somewhere to buy a drink.

  “You’re such a grump,” Eden said and looked around for hot guys. At least that’s what she called them; Dimitri couldn’t tell what passed as “hot” for a fourteen-year-old girl.

  “He’s just…really interested in the architecture,” Columbia said and leaned back against him. She reached down and squeezed his cock as she said it. He felt a jolt surge through his body, an electric current of lust and savagery.

  He opened his wallet and tossed Eden a roll of a few hundred Euros. “Hey, why don’t you go find yourself something in the gift shop? We’re going to go check out the…architecture.”

  She looked at the bills suspiciously, a
nd back at him. She knew something was up, but wasn’t quite sure what it was. For all her worldly act, she still was just a kid at heart. She wouldn’t even imagine the kind of sex he and her sister got up to.

  This was a blessing; she finally grinned and said, “Sweet, I’ll be around.”

  “Don’t leave the Colosseum,” Columbia cautioned. “Promise you’ll meet us back here in thirty minutes.”

  Dimitri smiled to himself. Columbia knew he was a ticking bomb, ready to go off. He only needed ten minutes or so to get them both fully satisfied. She was most likely as bottled up as he felt.

  “Where are we going?” she asked as he led her along the crowded causeway.

  “Any fucking place I can get you alone.”

  “So…you’re not that interested in the architecture?”

  He turned back, pulled her towards him and kissed her passionately. Tourists milled about on either side of them, not paying attention to the elegant couple making out in the middle of them. It was, after all, Rome. Italians were known for public displays of affection that made most North Americans blush.

  He pulled away from her and whispered in her ear, “We need to do something here, or I’m going to lose my mind. I need your cunt, I need you wiggling on the end of my cock, I need you to cover me with your juices…”

  “Oh, okay then,” she replied, her cheeks flushed with excitement, “let’s do this.”

  They went up the stairs to the second level, it was less crowded but there were still too many people.

  The third level was almost empty; a tall iron gate announced this section closed off to the public, private tours would be allowed access every two hours throughout the day.

  Dimitri glanced at his phone, the next one was at three, this gave them just under half an hour to fool around. More than enough time to finish up and meet Eden back at the entrance.

  Dimitri had always been okay with numbers, but real mathematics was always best left in Nico’s capable hands. But he’d become a mathematician when it came down to calculating the time he had to fuck Columbia. It was amazing how clearly he saw everything, laid out in front of him as if on a map.

  “We’re going to have to jump the fence,” he said, “can you do it?”

  “Uh, I’m a little shorter than you,” she said, eyeballing the six foot gate.

  “I’ll help you over,” he told her, looked around and checked for anybody watching. They were still alone.

  “Wait,” she said and tried the handle. It was unlocked. She turned back and grinned at him as she stepped through. “You have a knack for making things hard.” Her face was glowing in anticipation and her thick hair curled around her shoulders like a stole. His heart and his cock both jumped at the sight of her.

  “I think you’re the one with that talent,” he replied and pushed her out of view. He pushed his hard cock against her and she groaned.

  “Bad pun,” she said and turned around to face him, “really, really bad.”

  “I’m sorry, I lose my wits when you’re around. All the blood rushing and such.”

  “It’s a good thing you’re so hot, I can put up with a little stupid if it’s in a package like this,” she said and ran her hands inside of his suit jacket. He shifted and let her take it off, leaving him in a tight white tee shirt.

  “I think you’re insulting me,” he replied and hiked her skirt above her hips, “but right now I don’t fucking care. Let me drink your cunt.”

  He dropped to his knees and buried his face in between her thighs. He lapped at her lips and drank her juices like a parched man at a fountain. She moaned and braced her legs wider, allowing him full access to her glorious pussy.

  There in the shadows of a building known for life and death struggles, he brought her to her own little death. She gasped and panted, grabbed on to his head like she would be swept away if she let go, and finally cried out his name as she gushed over his lips.

  He kept his tongue on her swollen clit, applying steady pressure as she shuddered her aftershocks. He felt her body relax against him and her legs trembled at holding her upright.

  He knew she preferred to be eaten while lying down; her knees went weak when he was done with her.

  They didn’t have that kind of luxury at the moment.

  He pulled his face out of her pussy and gazed up at her. She was looking down, framed by a curtain of her black hair, her eyes were glassy and sparked with desire and her face was redder than before.

  “I love you,” she said and pulled him to standing. “I love you so much, Dimi, I crave you with every cell in my body.”

  “I love you too,” he said as she fumbled at his belt and unzipped his pants. She slid them down far enough for his cock to emerge and she moved to drop to her knees.

  “Not like that,” he told her, “climb on me.” He lifted her up, cupped his hands under her ass cheeks and dropped her onto his waiting cock.

  The effect was almost instantaneous; his brain lit up into thousands of points of light and all he could see was her beautiful face.

  “I’m going to come,” she said and threw her head back. He fucked her from below, thrusting up inside of her while holding her body against him. His lust offered strength and his love a determination to please her.

  “Hang on, I’m almost there,” he replied and felt himself tense, ready to flood her with his pent up needs.

  They finished together, as they often did. Columbia twisted herself to reach his arm, his exposed bicep, exactly on the tattoo of her teeth. He sucked his breath in and let her grind her teeth against his flesh, let it bump him up to another level of sensation. It was a black knife of pain cutting through the bright lights of pleasure, but he was addicted to it, to her.

  When she relaxed and his cock softened he set her down. He never strained while carrying her; she was as light as a little dove in his arms. She flattened her skirt, wiggled her panties back in place and said, “Yes, that was what the doctor ordered.”

  He laughed and zipped himself up. He kissed her again, almost hesitant to let her leave this place. He loved the imagery of them alone on a sacred battlefield, fucking and clashing together like great armies of days past. She was his warrior queen, and he’d never thanked her properly for killing Sergei.

  They broke apart and she wiped the sweat from his brow. The heat was oppressive, and even worse up here on the third level. He still didn’t want to leave though, to share her with the rest of the world just yet.

  “I do love you,” he said.

  “I know,” she replied, “I love you too.” She looked up at him, her eyes glowing with an inner light. “Shit, what time is it?”

  “It’s five minutes to three,” Dimitri replied, looking at his phone. “We should go meet Eden.”

  “Can we talk later?” Columbia asked, “I don’t feel like we had a chance to really talk about Sergei, and what happened.”

  “We will have more than enough time to go over it, let’s just enjoy the vacation we have with your sister.”

  “It’s amazing how cool headed you are once you’ve had a good fuck,” she grinned and wiggled. “Half of it is running out of me, you must have had a huge load, poor baby.”

  “Wait until I get you home,” he said and growled at her, grabbing her in his arms. She giggled and tried half heartedly to get away. Of course, she didn’t, and they ended up kissing again, lost in each other’s presence.

  She pulled away and said, “Shit, we need to go Dimi.” He sighed dramatically, adjusted his pants and slipped his suit jacket on again. “And you smell like pussy.”

  He inhaled and smelled her on his lips. “I don’t mind the scent,” he said, “and if you insist on dragging me out of our happy little tunnel, I suppose I’ll follow you wherever you go.”

  “I’m like the pied piper,” she replied and curled her finger at him as she walked away.

  “You certainly are,” is all he said as he watched her ass from behind and followed like a lovesick teenager. She had that effe
ct on him, turned his cold heart to mush, his single-minded determination to an endless cycle of need for her. He longed for the comforts of home, just the two of them rolling around and indulging in each other’s bodies, seeking mutual pleasure.

  They couldn’t find Eden when they got to the entrance. They were five minutes late and Columbia was visibly anxious.

  “She should be here,” she said and looked around the main level of the Colosseum. It was crowded; more people were flooding in through the entrance as they searched for Eden’s bright orange hair.

  “She’ll stand out in this crowd at least,” Dimitri reassured her, “we’ll find her.”

  “I should go look for her, maybe. Shouldn’t I?”

  “You stay here, and I’ll make my way around the first level, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

  He left Columbia nibbling on her thumb and headed to the left, hoping to find Eden in one of the side passages. He called her name as he went.

  Half way around, he glanced down a short passage, an entrance to some back rooms, and spotted her bright orange hair. She was in the arms of somebody, a man by the looks of it.

  Dimitri stalked down the passage in a few long strides and stood behind the couple. Eden sensed him and turned around, the front of her shirt was pulled up and her tiny breasts were exposed.

  “What the fuck is going on here?” he demanded as Eden covered herself. At least her cheeks were red with her embarrassment.

  The man wasn’t much taller than Eden, almost a foot shorter than Dimitri. He was slightly built with a white dress shirt open at the chest. He looked Italian, dark hair and eyes with the classic Roman nose.

  He was also at least a good ten years older than Eden, maybe twenty.

  “Hey pal,” the man said in a thick Italian accent, “you mind giving me and the lady here a little privacy?”