Manik

by Amo Jones

Vladimir Pakhan Romanov, aka, my dad. The notorious and infamous Russian Bratva boss.

I am trying very hard not to judge too early

I’m a Vor.

I can’t decide if I like this or hate it

His other hand drops to my bare stomach, his fingers stretching out to hold me there.

Very very shitty situation Very very hot move

How can someone so achingly beautiful hold a soul so dark. Or maybe that’s how it works, maybe the most beautiful faces hide the darkest souls.

“Do not fuck with me, Beatrice,” he spits my name with so much disdain I flinch. “Because I don’t fuck fair.”

“Ever felt violated, Cub?”

This is a little rapey in a bad way

The thing with boys who light fires, is they don’t care if they get burned.

“Are you watching me?” “What? In there?” She points to the bathroom, raising her eyebrows. “I mean, I would. I’m not against it, but I think my brother has a thing for you. In his kind of way.”

Lol

“She is your type, but you don’t get this one. No one does.” She pouts. “Fine!” Then turns away from me and pretends to be focused on the popcorn. “I’m going through a dick phase anyway!”

“Maybe in another life, I would have had you exactly like this. Tied up, spread out, and completely at my fucking mercy. I’d hit places you didn’t know existed and I’d hit them so hard you’d still feel me penetrating your pussy for weeks on end,” he pauses, cocks a brow and grins. “But in this lifetime, I’d not let you so much as breathe on my dick, sweetheart, so stop looking at me like I’m a snack, because I’m a fucking six-course meal and if you try to take a taste, I’ll be sure you choke on your bite.”

“That’s the kind of tone you use on puppies, Cub, not a fucking Rottweiler hungry for meat.”

A puppy’s a puppy mate

I’m not a fucking rapist, if she really said to stop and really wanted me to—I would, but right now, she’s not said anything, let alone given me any signal that she ain’t feeling it.

Well Still not sure how I feel about this

“You want this?” I ask again, because I’m a fucking gentleman. This time instead of ignoring me or fighting it—she nods her head, a deep blush coloring her cheeks.

Ok better

Wtf is the Russian in this book??

“Manik wears Dior, huh? I would have thought he’d wear something else a little more expensive, but I get it. Sauvage is a good smell.” I ignore the comment about his cologne, tucking it away in my brain for a totally innocent reason.

I don’t know if they want to sleep with each other or kill each other, but either way, I really wish they’d get it over with as soon as possible so I can hopefully go back to enjoying both of their company.

“I’ll go with Rapunzel because her life is sad.” Triumph fills her eyes as they focus on me completely. I took the bait. “See! You need a knight in shining armor. With Aeron, you don’t get a knight in shining armor, you get a villain strapped with AK’s.

But rapunzel loves a thief

“I’ll cut the shit, Beatrice. You’re not to jump into bed with my son.”

Ffs I did not sign up for the crossed lovers angst

So, I tested her, made a couple of subtle advances.

Honey Subtle??

He captures me with every word, and maybe that makes me naïve, but I’d rather be naïve and see where this goes—even if it ends with me holding my broken heart—than not have tried it at all.

I already know that I’ll be going through life with her. When you meet those girls, you just know. There are friends who you know are only temporary, and then there are ones who permanently imprint themselves into your life, so even if you do end up going separate ways, they’ll always be able to find their way back to you.

“Hi! I’m Emma, Man’s known plaything…” She laughs but she’s not joking, she’s trying to make a point. “Nice to meet you.” I grin, taking her hand in mine. “I’m the girl he keeps locked in the basement.” Her smirk falls. Katiya and Lenny start busting out laughing, as well as the other guys who are around us.

Aeron pushed Beatrice down onto the mattress,

Why are we in third person all of a sudden??

I decide right then that next time, it’ll be me the one leaving marks on him.

“Them. They are the subjects because they choose to be. Animals don’t get that choice. Midnight Mayhem is smashing the level of mediocre that is in a usual circus.” “Two hours of trapeze? I don’t know, I feel like that could get boring.”

Girl clearly hasn’t been to soleil

He reaches for his car keys and throws them to me, flopping back down onto the bed with his arm covering his face and the sheet only just hiding his waist enough that I can see he’s naked—if I didn’t already know. “Take my car, but don’t fucking leave without kissing me.”

Soft

Yeah, I’m your man, but make no mistake, you are mine and I don’t play nice with other people trying to get into my sandbox—you feel me?”

Sigh But also sigh

The boy tilted his head at a small baby lion plush toy that was on the bed,

cub

A wish is just a sentence that’s said aloud in the hopes of it coming true.

“I don’t have feelings for her.” He shakes his head, glaring at me. “Wanna try that again? Maybe with a bit more conviction.”

“The fuck is this? A fucking therapy session?” He bats his eyelashes like the little fucker that he is.

Not only does she not run from my beast, but she pets it, caresses it, and soothes it. Fuck. This is dangerous ground.

“I’ve been feeling so much like a damn therapist lately. If only you both just stopped the bullshit and talked about it.”

“You saw them as parents, I didn’t say they were shit parents, I said that they were shit humans,

we usually have vstrecha at his house.

Ok Does it feel this weird when other Lang’s pop up in books? Bc this is just.. a meeting?

You cannot expect the same hands that broke you to be the same ones to fix you.

Yeah but the general consensus is that you don’t go back to those hands after

“That’s cute,” he snaps, and I finally turn to face him, my arms folded across my chest. “What’s cute?” And it has taken less than five minutes for him to piss me off. “The fact that you trust him after barely knowing him for two weeks but you’ve known me for almost a year and you still second guess my shit.”

Ma dude makes great points