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At 6’7, I was taller than most people. Not to mention that I worked out 24/7, so I was pushing a tight 240.
“Bud' ostorozhen, syn moy,” Be careful, my son. He said in Russian, a deep sincerity lacing his voice I’d never heard before.
It also revealed she was high up in the ranks of the cartel, since he obeyed her command, not saying another word.
“If you’re gonna kill me, kill me. I’m not afraid to die. So if you’re gonna do it, hurry up. Otherwise, get the fuck out of my face.” For the briefest moment, all I could do was stare at her in shock. I could tell by the look in her eyes she was entirely serious. She wasn’t scared to die. There wasn’t an ounce of fear on her face. Just total calmness, complete ease, like this was just another day at the office. I’d never met a woman like her. She was fearless. Even in the face of death.
And yet, none of the Bratva women I’d met had ever shown such a complete and total lack of fear. Except maybe my sister. But she was batshit crazy.
But she wanted to fuck me too. And that was okay. Hate sex was fucking amazing.
He pounded his chest like a gorilla. “Hulk angry,” he grunted, imitating me.
Erik got to his feet in a fluster. He wound his arm back and punched Firecracker right in the nose. My hands clenched, a torrent of anger soaring through me. I frowned at the reaction. I shouldn’t care if she got hurt. She was the enemy. I planned to do much, much worse to her to get the answers I needed. And yet, all I wanted to do was choke the life out of Erik for laying a hand on her.
The identity of the boss of the Los Zetas was some kind of well-kept secret within their organisation.
“Retract the claws, malyshka. Little girl.
“I can do whatever I want. You’re mine now, malyshka.
Along with the multitude of piercings I had all over my body—ears, eyebrow, tongue, belly button, tits—I also had my clit pierced.
His hand snapped around my wrist, halting my movements. “I’ve had better,” he rumbled deeply. I arched an eyebrow, not at all offended. He probably had. My eyes flicked to the raging hard on in his pants and back up. “Little Aleksandr seemed to like it.” He stepped into my space so his cock pressed tightly against my stomach. “There’s nothing little about me.”
mine. “I want to utterly consume you, consume your every waking thought, like you do mine. I want you a hot, wet, crumbling mess, begging for the pleasure only I can give you.”
“Because I want to be the one to hurt you,” she hissed, slapping me across the face. Oh.
“Thank you,” I breathed out, slightly overwhelmed. I still couldn’t believe he’d done this for me. Aleksandr stared deeply into my eyes. “Anything for you.”
How could I let her go? I needed Drea like I needed air in my lungs. Blood in my veins. Food in my belly. She was everything I needed to survive, and the thought of being without her was…unbearable. I felt like I was drowning.
She lost her fingers for daring to touch what doesn’t belong to her. Take care of who you allow to touch you, my love.
“She ‘accidentally’ walked in on Arturo in the shower,” Illayana said, using air quotes. “Accidentally my ass. She did it on purpose. So I set the bitches hair on fire.”
I’d fallen hard for the man who kidnapped me, who kept me locked in a room day after day, refusing to let me go. A man who was strong. Fierce. A huge grump but who also did the sweetest things for me, like bring me grilled cheese sandwiches every day because I’d told him one time they were my favourite. Or when he brought me my own very first bike and taught me how to ride it. Aleksandr was an extremely hard man to get close to.
“But there’s more to it than that for me. Being around you soothes my mind, it quiets the storm raging inside of me. It brings peace to my soul. I could be having the worst, most frustrating day and seeing your smile—yes, that smile right there—would make all my troubles just fade away.”
Even in his darkest, and cruellest moment, one where he was so consumed with rage he couldn’t see straight, he refused to hurt me.
Drea was so much more than what I thought. She was beautiful, kind, fierce, loyal, and a million other things that made her up to be the amazing woman she was. She could have run when the attack started. Just focused on herself and what was best for her and left. But she didn’t. She stayed by my side. She fought next to me and saved my life.
God, I missed her already. How was that possible? It had been only one night and I missed her so much it hurt. I missed her laugh. I missed her smile. I missed the way her nose would scrunch up when something she didn’t like happened on whatever ridiculous television show she was watching.
“You sent your brother to let me go.” She said it with an accusatory glint in her eyes, her voice taking on a threatening tone. “I did. Because if I did it myself, I wouldn’t have let you get in the car.” “Really? Why’s that?” “You know why.” “Tell me anyway.” I ran my eyes over every detail of her face. Those soft, feminine features. Beautiful caramel skin. Mesmerising amber eyes. That warm, fuzzy feeling I always got when I thought about her bloomed in my chest, coated in a thick, dark possessiveness that almost choked me. “Because I love you.” Her breath hitched. “I love you so much it
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