Cruel Promise (Oryolov Bratva, #2)

by Nicole Fox

“Those are my kids up there. Those are my kids you’re after.”

“An attempt was made on my boy this evening,”

You know you’ve hit an all-time low when you come to from a fainting spell and all you can think is, Well, that was restful.

Maybe what I’m most pissed off about is the sneaking suspicion that, quite apart from being the solution, I may have been the fucking problem.

I stalk into my office and slam the door, forgetting momentarily that Kirill is right behind me. “Oh, you ass—!” he exclaims as the door narrowly misses taking out his nose.

“Sob if you need to. I’ll replace the tablecloth, too.”

“Emma, what are you…” Ruslan trails off as his eyes veer towards New Guy. “She is never to be kept waiting. You see her, you send her into my office no matter what. I don’t care if I’m in a meeting or on a call or in fucking open heart surgery. Is that understood?”