Russian wedding

It's only been 3 days since you had delivered Sasha to Vladimir. You've mostly been spending time with Daria until the wedding and you've avoided the subject. Neither you nor Abby have told Daria anything about your arrangement with the mafia boss, and she seems happy to ignore it and live her new life at the estate.

Now, you've just arrived at an old manor in the suburbs of New Jersey for Vladimir and Sasha's wedding. It's a beautiful place and looks historic, although not as grand as Nigel's estate or Olivia's mansion. You're dressed in a black suit while Abby clings to your arm in her elegant blue dress. You didn't want to bring her, but she had insisted on coming after missing out on the last encounter with Vladimir, and you had caved when she slipped into the shower with you yesterday and asked you again for the third time. It was difficult to say no to her when your cock was buried deep up her pussy.

The wedding is taking place in the garden of the manor where guests are gathering and a string quartet is playing music. There is a ton of catering and decorations and you're impressed that Vladimir pulled this together in a few days. You guess there are perks of being a feared crime boss. From the looks of it, almost everyone here either works for Vladimir or is somehow associated with his organization. The guests all look sharp, although many of them make no attempt to hide the guns tucked into their waistbands.

Most of the guests are speaking Russian and you and Abby don't know anyone anyway, so you 2 just wander around and admire the setting until you're approached by someone. It takes you a few seconds to recognize the person as the young woman from a few days ago, the 1 who assisted Vladimir with her mouth. She looks cute in the simple beige dress she has on.

"Vladimir would like a word," the young Russian woman says. You nod and start to follow her into the manor, when she stops and looks at Abby tagging along. "Alone," the Russian says. You exchange looks with Abby. You were **** for her to even be here and you don't want to leave her alone in this setting. The Russian woman catches on quickly and she adds, "You and your friend are guests of Vladimir. There's nothing to fear."

Abby lets go of your arm and gives you a smile. "I'll be fine. I'll see you later," she says, before she turns to go back to the garden, heading for 1 of the beverage stations.

You follow the Russian woman into the manor and up the stairs to what looks like the master bedroom where Vladimir is getting ready in his tuxedo. While the exterior of the manor looks old and historic, the interior has been renovated and looks entirely modern, like a fancy apartment in Manhattan and Vladimir looks more like a politician than a crime boss. He seems to be expecting you and he greets you with another of his firm handshakes while the young woman leaves.

"Uh, congratulations on your big day," you say. You're strangely not nervous at all. Maybe it's because this is your third encounter with Vladimir and he hasn't tried to kill you so far.

Vladimir nods. "Thank you. It is a big day. And you did well to find me a suitable bride. Daria was... good. Sasha is better," he says. He's not smiling, although you think that's just the way he is. Nobody's afraid of a smiling crime boss.

There's an awkward silence as the 2 of you just stand there for a while. "I'll uh, I should get back to the garden," you say.

Vladimir seems to think for a second, before he puts a hand on your arm and leads you out of the room. "Come, I have something for you," he says, and you suddenly don't feel so safe anymore.