To her surprise, Mary’s face suddenly contorted with sorrow. Clutching Brie, Mary buried her face against Brie’s shoulder and started crying.
Mumbling into Brie’s shirt, she cried, “He’s going to bury you…”
“No,” Brie stated with conviction, hugging Mary even tighter. “You forget—we are not alone. We have the entire Submissive Training Center behind us.”
Mary groaned, pulling away from Brie. “It’s not going to be enough, Stinks. You have no clue what Greg is capable of.”
Brie caught the haunted look in Mary’s eyes and immediately hugged her again, stating emphatically, “Last night, Greg’s balls were effectively cut off in the eyes of all of Hollywood. He has no power over us anymore.”
Mary shook her head sadly at Brie as if she didn’t believe it.
Disturbance
By calling in a favor from one of his long-time clients, Sir managed to book a first-class suite for the long flight to Russia so they could sleep comfortably with the children.
Brie was a bundle of excitement because Sir had insisted on surprising Rytsar, so the sexy sadist had no idea they were coming!
Although Rytsar had been there for Anthony’s birth via video chat, he’d had to watch it from Moscow. Knowing how much he loved being a dyadya, Brie couldn’t wait for the moment Rytsar held him for the first time. She was also extremely curious what Russian nickname he would give their son.
“I’m so excited!” she told Sir as they packed for the extended trip.
Sir admitted, “It will ease my mind greatly to check on Durov and Wallace in person.” There was a glint in his eye when he added, “But, to see the look on Nonna’s face when she holds her great-grandson—that is the icing on the cake for me.”
Brie gushed, “I bet your entire family will be there when we arrive.”
Sir nodded, but a sad look came to his eyes. “My grandparents were hit hard when their only son died. It does my heart good to give them this little bit of happiness.”
She realized how important it was to Sir and said as she hugged him, “It will be good for all of us.”
As he leaned down to give her a kiss, his cell phone rang. “Don’t move,” he ordered. When Sir saw who was calling, a smile spread across his face. Putting it on speaker so she could hear, he said, “Don’t tell me your precious cat is pregnant again, Anderson? I hate to tell you, but I haven’t seen Shadow in days.”
Brie put her hands to her mouth to keep from laughing as she stared at Shadow sitting only a few feet away, watching them pack.
“What? You let that unneutered bastard roam free?”
“There’s no reason to be alarmed,” Sir stated as Shadow got up and brushed up against his leg. “But you might want to check to make sure there aren’t any holes in your outdoor catio…just in case.”
“Ah, hell. Don’t even go there.”
“If he made his way inside, I’m certain it was a romantic coupling.”
Master Anderson growled. “You like messing with me, don’t you, buddy?”
“I do,” Sir admitted, winking at Brie.
Brie smiled as Shadow sauntered over to the suitcase to check it out.
“What was the reason for the call?” Sir asked.
“I was wondering if you could swing by for a bit. There’s something…important I’d like to talk to you about.”
“Unfortunately, we’re headed to Russia tonight and then on to Italy to visit my family.”
Master Anderson chuckled warmly. “I like hearing that from you. Family is important.”
“Agreed.” Sir smiled at Brie. “If it’s pressing, you are certainly welcome to come to the house while we pack.”
“Nah, it can wait until you return. You give your grandparents a hug for me.”
After hanging up, Sir walked into the closet, returning with the stylish box that held the mask Dante had made for her. “We can’t forget this for the trip.”
She trembled when she saw it, wondering what he had planned for that mask. Sir knew exactly how to make Brie crazy with anticipation.
Lifting her chin, he murmured, “Now, where was I…”
Brie stared at the huge jet they would be boarding soon and laughed. “It’s hard to believe something that huge can even get off the ground.”
Sir’s voice was stiff when he replied, “Human ingenuity is remarkable.”
Looking at him with sympathy, she asked, “It’s hard every time we fly, isn’t it?”
“I won’t deny it. However, it damn well beats taking days to get there by boat and train,” Sir chuckled lightly.
Hefting Hope onto his shoulders, he forced a smile as he walked toward the gate. Brie followed behind him, excited to be traveling again despite Sir’s misgivings about flying. Knowing they would be seeing Rytsar soon had her flying on cloud nine.
Thankfully, the takeoff out of LAX was uneventful. Once they were safely in the air, Brie could see Sir beginning to visibly relax.
Traveling at night made it easy with two young children. Brie glanced over at Sir and her heart skipped a beat. There was nothing cuter than seeing him hold Hope, her head resting against his shoulder as she slept soundly.
“You are a wonderful father, Mr. Davis,” she told him.
Unlike the trips in her past, there would be no kinky scenes with Sir on this flight. Glancing down at her son sleeping peacefully in her arms, Brie found she didn’t mind one bit. She loved being a mom and Anthony was perfect—just like his daddy.
Whenever Anthony began to fuss, Brie walked up and down the aisle of the large plane. He seemed lulled by the movement and the constant drone of the engines. It wasn’t until they were a few hours out of Moscow that he suddenly became inconsolable.
Heading back to her seat, Brie sat down to feed Anthony. While he was nursing, the stewardess knocked on the cabin door. When Sir opened it, she asked what they would like to drink.
With no warning, the plane suddenly lurched and the woman fell forward. Sir grasped her with one hand to steady her while still holding tight to Hope with the other. Looking out the window, Brie was surprised to see not a single cloud in the sky.
The stewardess laughed nervously as she apologized to Sir. Then it lurched again, and the airplane was tossed violently. Brie clutched Anthony as she watched in horror as the drink cart hit the ceiling and drinks went everywhere. The poor stewardess flew up, hitting the ceiling hard at the same time the oxygen masks fell from above.
Brie’s stomach twisted when the airplane dipped and began falling at an alarming rate. Someone on the plane screamed, “I don’t want to die!”
Sir turned to Brie, sandwiching the two children between them as he wrapped his powerful arms around her. “I’ve got you.”
A sense of calm washed over her when she looked into his eyes. Even if these were her last moments, she was where she wanted to be—in Sir’s arms. Although she mourned the future her children would never have, Brie felt no fear.
As suddenly as the turbulence hit, it stopped and the plane righted itself, slowly rising back into the sky. Brie let out a frightened gasp, shocked that they were still alive. “Sir…”