The wind shook the trees with deceptive softness. It was the kind of day that seemed calm on the surface… but something was brewing underneath. Dusty, with silver streaks in his hair and a restless heart, had decided to celebrate his upcoming transition to elderhood with a trip to the woods.

He invited the Petrovs and the AlFasi family, as if fresh air could erase old wounds. His eldest son, Rusty, vanished into the trees with Olga. They had been inseparable since childhood, and there was something more than innocence in their games—a silent bond. He protected her like someone guarding a promise.

While the women strolled through the birches, Viktor and Dusty sat across from each other, a deck of cards between them, and an invisible abyss that connected them deeper than blood. Silence. Only the crunch of dead leaves and the whisper of the past.

—“We need to kill Travis Walker,” Dusty said flatly, emotionless.

 

Viktor looked up, frozen.

—“He’s wanted. No one knows where he is.”

Dusty gave a bitter half-smile.

—“No one… except my wife. That fucking bitch is screwing him in the cabin on the other side of the woods. Fifteen minutes away. I timed it.”

—“No… no. I’m not a killer,” Viktor replied, shaking his head like trying to push away the shadow.

—“No? And Meredith? And Knox? Shall I remind you who buried the body?”

Silence. Again.

—“Leave me out of it, Dusty,” Viktor muttered. “You know as well as I do your marriage to Dawn is dead. You screw hookers every weekend. It’s no surprise she found a lover.”

Dusty stood up. The bench creaked beneath him.

—“Yeah, but not him! Not Travis! He abandoned us! Because of him we went to prison!”

Viktor inhaled sharply. Dusty had a point. And he knew saying “last one” was a lie. But he still said it.

—“Last one.”

Dusty smiled, almost tenderly.

—“I’m about to grow old. I just want Travis gone. My wife back in my house. And a young girl sucking my cock from time to time. Is that too much to ask?”

Night fell like a velvet curtain. With a bat in hand, Viktor followed Dusty through the narrow path, trees towering like silent witnesses. Dim light flickered in the cabin ahead. Travis—shirtless, drink in hand.

—“There he is,” whispered Dusty.

Viktor swallowed. This had to go smoothly. No mistakes.

Travis saw them and smiled at first… then his expression shifted. Uneasy. He took a step back.

—“What are you doing here?” he asked, instantly on edge.

Viktor stepped forward, cutting off any chance of escape.

—“You like taking what’s not yours?” Viktor said, voice thick.

Travis understood immediately. And he didn’t stay silent.

—“I only fuck her because you’re too useless to make a woman come.”

That hit Viktor deeper than expected.

Viktor didn’t hesitate. The bat came down on Travis’s head with a sickening crack. Travis collapsed, limp. Maybe dead.

—“Is he dead?” Viktor asked, breathless.

Dusty burst out laughing like a madman.

—“You’ve really improved over the years. One hit—PAAAM! Dead. Bingo.”

—“Dad?!”

The voice cut through the trees like a blade. Both men turned at once. Olga. Eyes wide like full moons. Lips trembling.

—“Olga!” Viktor tried to speak, but she was already running—leaves flying behind her like wings.

—“Fuck, fuck!” Viktor yelled, smashing his fist into the air.

 

Later that night, the silence at home was thick and dangerous. Viktor approached Ash while she was taking off her makeup in the bathroom.

—“Did Olga seem weird to you today?”

 

Ash shook her head gently.

—“Not more than usual. Why?”

—“Nothing… just a feeling.”

Ash walked to the bedroom, and Viktor sank into the couch. For a moment, everything felt calm. Too calm. Killing had calmed him again. That scared him… and turned him on.

When he entered the room and saw Ash in her underwear, getting ready for bed, his body reacted instantly. After all these years, she still turned him on like the first day.

—“Come here, Ash… ride me… fuck me… I want you,” he growled.

 

She climbed on top, straddling him. Viktor grabbed her hips and started thrusting—slow, deep, hungry. Ash moaned, soft at first, then louder as he filled her like he wanted to melt inside her.

—“Mmm… yes… just like that, Viktor… fuck…”

Her body tensed. Her pussy clenched hard around him as she came. He couldn’t hold back.

—“I’m gonna come, baby…”

Ash pulled away just in time to see his cum shoot out of her, thick and hot, landing on her stomach.

Viktor collapsed on his back, panting.

For now… he was the happiest man alive.

Even if tomorrow, his daughter would know everything.

And nothing… would ever be the same again.