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age gap, broken hero, only she can calm him down, who did this to you
Lisichka (лиси́чка) – little fox.
“Because her name is Angelina Sofia Sandoval,” I say. “She’s Manny Sandoval’s daughter, Roman.”
“Okay.” I head upstairs. “But you should know one thing. I’m keeping her, Roman.”
His lips widen. “I will find out, lisichka.”
“Lisichka?” I raise an eyebrow. I don’t know that word. “Little fox.” He takes my chin between his fingers. “Appropriate, don’t you think?” “Not really.”
He smiles, shakes his head, and gets up from the recliner. I forgot just how tall he is. “Yes, I think it’s perfect.” He brushes my chin with his thumb, then turns and heads toward the door. “Go back to sleep, my little liar.”
Consider your late wife before you even think about tangling yourself up with this girl.”
Never presume someone is dead until he’s sporting a hole in his head. That’s my motto. It even rhymes.
The man who’s been teasing me, who carried me around because I was tired, who bought me nine different body washes because he didn’t know which scent I would like . . . who saved my life . . . is a professional killer?
He sighs and squeezes his temples. “Perfect. I just hired a fucking librarian to watch over a trained killer.”
He nods and extends his hand. “You help my brother. I get you your papers, and your nana.”
I stare at his hand for a moment, feeling like I’m making a deal with the devil, then take it.
My demons are somehow afraid of scaring her, so they withdraw when she is near.
“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.
Now, I know. I’m falling in love with a cold-blooded killer.
“I’m keeping you, lisichka,” I say against her lips and slam in her again. “You’re mine.”
“Well, I don’t plan on running, Sergei. In fact, I plan on coming even closer and holding you until you come back from wherever you go.”
“I was thinking something along the lines of Prinadlezhit Sergeyu Belovu.” He closes his eye again. “On your lower back. What do you think?”
“They can try.” He smiles, but it’s not a smile I’m accustomed to seeing on him. It’s calculated and chilling. A smile of a predator who has his prey in his sights.
“What? You got drunk or something?” He laughs. “I never drink, baby. I’m already crazy as it is.”
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.”
Sergei, For quite some time, I’ve been thinking about my life and everything that has happened. I’ve decided I need a fresh start. I contacted one of my father’s friends earlier this week, and he arranged for me to get an ID so I can access my money and leave the States. While I truly enjoyed spending time with you, I realize that if I want to
bring order into my life, I need to cut connections with everything that ties me to my past. We had some nice moments together, but sometimes you scare the shit out of me, and I think it’s time we part ways. I thought I could deal with your issues, but the truth is, it’s too much, and it’s best that I leave. I booked a one-way flight to Europe, and I don’t plan on coming back. Thank you for everything and take care. Angelina.
“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.”
