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Strong hospital smell. Looks like I lived.
“Will he live?” “Yes. Unfortunately.
OH OK
How much of an idiot would a person have to be to steal from the Bratva? Sometimes I’m amazed by people’s stupidity.
“So, the status of my sex life is a better indicator of my ability to run the Bratva than the fact we doubled our profit the last two months?”
“You’re saying it’s either me having two functioning legs or a wife? I won’t be walking any time soon, Maxim.”
“And why are you wearing all black? Did someone die?” A few of my brain cells, for sure.
“Works great with guys.” I grin. “Men love strange women.”
Ok I like you Nina
My father is in a real estate business. Not many things to be scared of.
More like real estate for the mafia
But inflicting fear in people is something I do on regular basis, and I see it as clear as day. She’s horrified.
“No,” I say, then decide to try rattling her a little. “Unless you want to, of course.”
“As far as anyone else is concerned, we will be having lots and lots of sex. In reality, you can do whatever you please.” I motion with my hand through the air. “Watch Netflix. Solve crosswords. I don’t care. I’ll be working the whole time anyway.”
“What you do with your free time is up to you, as long as you play your part along the way.”
“That of a man who is mindlessly infatuated with his wife. You don’t seem like that kind.” “I guess you’ll have to wait and see for yourself,”
The wheelchair didn’t fool me, I knew who I was facing the moment our gazes met—a stone-cold killer.
“It means that if anyone, Mom included, suspects I’m not crazy in love with that son of a bitch, we’re dead.”
I look at the pile of dresses I’ve just finished trying on and feel the crazy need to sit on the small stool in the changing room and cry.
Girl ur too real
There is a pause on his side and then— “Stay there.” The line goes dead.
Fake people with fake smiles, pretending they are oh-so-happy to see you while, secretly, they wish for your demise.
They continue laughing at their stupid jokes, and it makes me so mad I want to break their necks. “Shut up,” I bark and pin them, one by one, with my gaze.
The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up to his elbows, showing a similarly designed pattern around his right forearm.
Maybe it’s his dark and piercing eyes, still focused on me, that give off that devilish vibe, or his gaze that makes me want to turn around and bolt. It must be a primal reaction: the prey’s unconscious knowledge of having been at the center of a predator’s attention.
Instead of shaking it, he takes my fingers gently and lifts my hand to his lips, then places a soft kiss on my knuckles. It feels like fire just seared my flesh. He doesn’t let go immediately, and I can’t tear my eyes away, noticing how hilariously tiny my hand looks compared to his.
Roman cocks his head to the side, observing me with interest, and then leans in to whisper in my ear. “You, Nina Grey, are one strange woman.”
Even his voice is sexy, damn him.
Roman Petrov, I’ve come to realize, is impossible to ignore, especially when he turns on the charm. “You don’t like it?”
“Oh, on the contrary, Miss Grey. I love it.”
“Well, that’s a second question.” He smiles. “And you bargained for only one.” Touché.
Trying to get back down to earth, I start chanting a new mantra in my head: He’s a criminal. He’s a criminal.
Pftt. Hes still hot
I’m trying and failing to process what’s just happened. It’s the most erotic nonsexual thing I’ve ever experienced.
“If you want people to trust you and stay loyal, you have to reciprocate,” Roman says from next to me. “Placing the cameras inside would mean I don’t trust my men.”
Watching him, I feel a pang of sadness. It must be hard for a man like him to have his life turned upside down so drastically.
Judging by his facial expression and the way his eyes widened after Roman’s remark, the gossip is about to begin.
I should be fucking scared. Something must be very wrong with me because, yes, I feel the anxiety and I’m nervous, but there is no fear.
Dear God, I need to have my head checked, because instead of being afraid like a normal person, I’m attracted to him.
Dont worry girl same
I move a long black strand of hair that’s fallen over her face, then holding her at the nape, lean in and place a kiss on her slender neck. With my other hand I find the slit of her dress and hear her sharp intake of breath when I start moving my fingers up her naked thigh.
The idea of her in my clothes does something to my insides, and I imagine grabbing her and taking her to my bed. I don’t like that at all.
Roman’s chest is fully covered with ink. I saw it when I unbuttoned his shirt, but there wasn’t enough time for me to pay much attention to the designs.
I close my eyes and the image of Roman gripping my thigh while his sinful lips trail a line of kisses down my neck fills my mind.
“If I hear you call her that again, in front of me or anyone else, I’m going to slit your throat. Is that clear?”
Oh my god i love him
I hate the damn thing, but I still have days when the pain is too strong, and I can’t bear to even move my right leg.
I focus my eyes on her face, making sure I catch her reaction. “What did you mean by ‘I’m not a fan of large things’?”
Someone hurt her, and for her to react this way, it must have been really bad.
Nina :(
He probably thinks I’m crazy. God, even after two years, I’m still fucked up in the head. It was getting better. I came to a point where I was able to be in the company of huge men without freaking out.
But most of them don’t trigger a panic attack. I only react to men who are as tall as Brian had been, and who have significant muscle mass.
I expect him to start asking about this morning, but he doesn’t mention it, and I’m relieved.
“You’re a little nuts, you know that, right?” “Life is crazy. You have to embrace it.” I shrug and motion with my head toward the crutches leaning on the table next to him. “Why the wheelchair when you can walk?”
“Not really. Because I would kill them on the spot.” At first, I think he’s joking, but then he looks at me and I see it in his eyes. He’s deadly serious. “You’re a scary man, Mr. Petrov.”
“You are an exceptional actress, malysh.”
She’s loyal, but her tongue is a mile long. There is no way she can keep her mouth shut even if her life depended on it.”
