Chapter 395: A Deluge In A Troublemaker’s Teacup

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"Do not interrupt my time with my boyfriend unless it is very urgent and you cannot handle it," Sergei had warned the first time the Hercules had formed.

Even his son knew that one rule.

Which was why inside the Hercules camp, the team was gathered, save for Sergei, Anya, Rahim, and Volkov. The rest of them were staring at the explosive reports like they were the most insane of things.

The feeds were being filtered from Moskowsky Holdings, and honestly, the more that came in, the more ridiculous everything was.

"I knew stabbing and shooting at the same time was a good idea. Look at how cool I look," Yaroslav smiled at the footage of him and Irina murdering at the depot.

"They could have at least kept proper lighting on my face. I look like I’ve been to a thousand wars there," Svet whined when the footage of her and Andre in the Aslava server room had been brought to light.

"The grinder seems to work just fine over there. Would you guys be open to letting me test it with Aleksandr’s body once we are done measuring his intestines?" Meera asked, fascinated by how quick the grinder was and how smooth the contents that came out of it were.

The fact that it was a human body didn’t make it any worse for them.

They were fine with it, really.

"We may have to worry more about Katya seeing those videos. We told him his first boyfriend went to another city and we never saw the man again," Andre sighed, staring at the footage of him pressing the head tighter into the grinder.

It had been a blissful thirteen years, and now the footage was out there.

"Maybe we can just explain it was an accident?" Svet argued, and Yaroslav snorted at that.

"You’re pushing the man’s head into a grinder a little excitedly. I don’t know much about Mr. Katya, but I know that he won’t be fooled by that," Reeves laughed at the sight they were all watching at the moment.

"We can still categorize it as a false video," Elara argued, and Svet shook her head.

"He won’t buy it. He is a Romanov omega. Trained to spot what is real and fake," Svet sighed before adding, "We may have also taken him through another training after we learned about the contract Sergei made him sign. He definitely won’t buy that shit."

"What do we do about the expose then? Those are some serious accusations out there, and given the way they are being released, Aleksandr is definitely not playing," Irina pointed out, the absurdity of everything clear to her. ℯℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

However, she also knew that any citizen of Frolov wouldn’t even be bothered to find out whether it was true or not.

The drugs, the weapons, everything that went into terrorism wasn’t just something that could be excused. It was pure madness, and the fact that they even had industrial espionage in it while aimed at Katya was just unhinged in the kind of way that made people change careers and lives.

"Andre and I will be over there trying to come up with a reasonable excuse to give Katya because otherwise he will not talk to us for weeks.

"And I would very much like my best friend to still talk to us," Svet said, grabbing Andre like that was far more important than the fact that shit had been thrust before them.

This was creepy.

"What of you guys?" Irina asked in earnest.

Sure, she had worked around Sergei and did some pretty crazy things, but she had never had accusations to this scale, let alone this much damage. It was all just new to her.

"We do nothing," Rastenkin said, and Irina looked at the shopkeeper like the man was bluffing.

There were myriads of videos out there implicating them in a thousand different ways, and they were not even going to do anything?

What of the companies involved?

What of the accusations?

What of the kind of shit everyone was probably already thinking of Katya and his friends?

"They are not done with the videos yet. They will release more. If we react now, we risk sounding stupid," Reeves explained softly, and Irina stared.

Everyone here had lost their minds.

"Aren’t you going to tell Sergei about it?" Irina asked the most rational question of the moment because Sergei definitely needed to know what was happening and what his son, not to mention his beloved, was being accused of.

"Nope. Things haven’t gotten crazy yet," Yaroslav said before pointing toward the gaming corner.

"Wanna play League of Legends with me? We have three hours or more to spare," Yaroslav said, and Irina still stared.

She had never seen such a nonchalant response team.

Were they not worried about the implications at all? Were they not worried that this would ruin so many lives? Hell, were they not afraid that the government would come for them with everything that had just been released?

She had never been that confused, and gods be damned if she understood anything at the moment. And defeatedly she walked to the gaming corner with Yaroslav, put on headphones, and played along.

The Myrtles were back to discussing far more dangerous strategies that made Irina believe that everyone around Sergei and Katya Romanov had lost their minds and deserved a very tight spot in the psych ward and never let out again.

Meanwhile, Katya Romanov was in the Moskowsky chairman’s office with Sergei.

Katya wasn’t feeling well after last night, and he’d taken a day off work. He needed a break after everything he had just learned, and he deserved the leave anyway.

Now, he was inside Sergei’s office, on his knees under Sergei’s table, eyes pretty and looking up at the alpha while his mouth worked Sergei’s dick.

The omega was fucking his mouth with his alpha’s dick while Sergei was on a secure video call with some of his stakeholders in the underworld.

"Fuck," the alpha cursed when Katya suddenly pulled back, mouth spit-slick and Sergei’s cum drooling from his lips.

He was a mess.

His hair, which had been in a bun, was all over his face, sticky as hell, not that he cared at the moment.

"What are you—" Sergei said, muting the call for a moment.

"Inside... want alpha inside," Katya whined, and before Sergei could even let out another word, Katya had turned, his face facing the door while his ass was facing Sergei Moskvosky.

He didn’t even ask the alpha for help.

Not when he lifted Sergei’s shirt that he’d been wearing and showed the alpha his round ass.

Not even when he parted his butt cheeks and wiggled toward Sergei’s dick.

"Alpha..." Katya whined again, and Sergei, still at a loss for words, seemed to just stare.

"What do you want, little wolf?" Sergei asked, knowing damn well what his omega needed.

"Knot... want knot," Katya said, rubbing his ass against Sergei’s shaft that was already too hard for Sergei to even breathe the right way.

"I’m in a meeting, little wolf," Sergei teased.

Katya grinned, bending lower to try and reach Sergei’s dick with his hand, but his hands were too short. And it was frustrating.

"Give it to me, alpha... or I’ll moan louder for everyone to hear. Even your meeti—"

He didn’t get to finish his statement because Sergei plunged into Katya’s ass, fucking in and out fervently that if it wasn’t for the fact that somehow Volkov had remotely turned off the alpha’s video feed and audio, everyone would have been traumatized in that meeting.

"You little brat," Sergei grunted, not going slow at all.

Soon enough, Katya was a shameless moaning mess, even as the alpha’s tablet fell to the ground, breaking so hard.

"Yours, alpha..." he cried, as Sergei gave him what he needed, both of them oblivious to the world that was falling apart outside of the office.

But that could wait, couldn’t it?

Besides, what was the worst that could happen right now when everything seemed to be going so well, no?

"Mine," Sergei groaned, fucking Katya harder. So much so that Katya had to support himself with his elbows on the floor.

"Ah... ow," Katya winced, and Sergei paused.

"Lyubim?"

"I grazed my elbow," Katya whined prettily, and Sergei pulled out, earning another whine from Katya.

But then he gently pulled the omega from under the table and bent him over the table before pushing in, as his omega cried in pleasure, called out his name in tones that Sergei had never heard before, but damn did he like it.

"Al... Alpha..." Katya cried as he got knotted the second time that morning.

Only when they were both off their high and cleaned up did Sergei hear a knock on the door.

Volkov.