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I shouldn’t let myself drift while surrounded by these people, but the deep and soothing voice lulls me, and for some reason, the sound makes me feel safe. Sighing, I bury my face into the hard male chest and fall asleep in the arms of the enemy.
The guy sent all four of my father’s bodyguards to the hospital when they tried to disarm him before letting him speak with my father. That Russian was Sergei Belov. I have to get out of here as soon as possible.
“Because her name is Angelina Sofia Sandoval,” I say. “She’s Manny Sandoval’s daughter, Roman.”
We’ll handle the cartel princess issue after the situation with Bruno Scardoni blows over.” “Okay.” I head upstairs. “But you should know one thing. I’m keeping her, Roman.” “What? You are not keeping her. She’s not a fucking stray you can just claim as yours.” “Of course I can.”
“It was personal. It shouldn’t concern you or the Bratva.” “Everything that happens in this city concerns the Bratva. Especially when a cartel princess lands at my feet, seemingly out of nowhere.” “It was you who found me?” I ask. “Yes.”
“Where can I get female clothes?” “In one of those things they call shops. You can find many inside the big buildings known as malls.” “Such a comedian.” I stand up. “How about you go buy some stuff for her?” “Oh no. She’s your prisoner, so you’re the one who should dress her and feed her. And I’m already doing the feeding part.”
Consider your late wife before you even think about tangling yourself up with this girl.”
It’s rather hard to connect the ruthless, crazy persona my father’s men described, with the guy who is currently rolling on the grass with his dog, and laughing. A killing machine—that’s how they labelled him. Felix also said a similar thing, so there must be some truth in all that, but still
“Tell me, do all your hostages get the same treatment?” she asks a moment later. “Me carrying them around when they’re tired?” “Yup.” She nods. “You’re my first. I’m still going through a learning curve.” I look down at her. “But you seem to be a pro in the hostage business.”
Never presume someone is dead until he’s sporting a hole in his head. That’s my motto. It even rhymes.
“We need her to come clean on why she’s here. If she’s a spy who somehow ended up with us, we need to know. And, she needs to be sent as far away as possible from Sergei.” “And if she isn’t?” I glance at the house behind me. “If she isn’t, you need to convince her to stay.” “Stay where?” “Here. With Sergei. At least for some time.”
“But you need to keep one thing in mind. If I’m right, and Sergei for some reason thinks he needs to protect you, he won’t be reasonable.” “What do you mean?” “I mean, he will kill every person he feels may be of any kind of threat to you. Real or imagined.”
“No one. Threatens. Your. Safety,” he bites out. “Got that, Angelina?” I blink, then nod. “Good,” he says, squeezes my neck, and slams his mouth to mine. I suck in a breath. He’s wearing that cologne again, the one that messes with my head. Grabbing at his shoulders, I climb onto his lap and press my core to the bulge in his pants. The moment I feel his hard cock against my already tingling pussy, a shudder passes through my body.
“I’m keeping you, lisichka,” I say against her lips and slam in her again. “You’re mine.”
“I was thinking something along the lines of Prinadlezhit Sergeyu Belovu.”
“I want you to look at me while I come inside you,” he whispers and covers my body with his, entering me again. I loop my legs around him and squeeze. “Why?” His cock slides out then slams into me. “Because, when you look at me, I remember I’m still alive.”
“You’re the only thing that keeps my darkness away, lisichka.” I kiss her shoulder. “If, one day, you decide you’ve had enough of my shit, just leave and never look back. And make sure you hide very well.” “Why?” she asks and wraps her legs around my waist. “Because, I will follow and drag you back. And there’s nowhere you’ll be able to hide if I decide to chase you, Angelina.” She looks into my eyes as a mischievous smile forms on her lips. “Then, it’s a good thing I’m staying.”
Slowly, Sergei’s eyes open and he blinks at me. “I would do anything for you, baby.” He mumbles. “But, you’re not touching my bike.” “Okay,”
“And what will we be busy with?” His lips widen in a smug smile, and he leans to whisper in my ear. “I want to fuck you in every part of my home, on every piece of furniture. That way, when I zone out again, I’ll have at least one of those spots in view. That will make it much easier to come back, don’t you think?” “I like that idea.” I bite his lower lip. “I’m a big supporter of alternative therapy techniques.”
“Sergei!” she calls again, jumps over a dead soldier, and leaps into my arms. “You came for me.” “Of course I came for you,” I say and kiss her like my life depends on it. “I will always come for you, baby.”
