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“No,” I bark and pull the small body to my chest. “I’m taking her to my place.” “What? Are you crazy?” I stop and turn toward him. “I said I’m taking her with me.”
“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.” “What? You are not keeping her. She’s not a fucking stray you can just claim as yours.” “Of course I can.”
Fuck. “If anyone else was involved, I want the list. I’m free this weekend.” “Free for what?” “To behead each and every one of them.”
Consider your late wife before you even think about tangling yourself up with this girl.”
When she tells me who hurt her, and she will eventually, I’ll have such a great time killing them. I won’t use a gun. That’s too quick. A knife won’t do, either. Hmm. Waterboarding? Maybe, if I can find a good place to do it. Strangulation? Yes, that sounds nice. As would cutting off their extremities. I’d need a chainsaw, and damn, that shit is loud. I’ll consider it some more. “What are you thinking about?” Angelina asks. “Nothing in particular. Why?” “Because you have a self-satisfied grin plastered all over the face.” “Oh, just planning some extracurricular activities, that’s all.”
Never presume someone is dead until he’s sporting a hole in his head. That’s my motto. It even rhymes.
“What do you think about my pajamas? I didn’t peg you for a baby panda lover.” My idiotic question is what finally gets his attention. He lowers his gaze to scan down my body, then lifts his eyes back up. “They’re awful.” “You bought them.” I smirk. “Store attendant picked them out. She has bad taste.” “I think they’re nice.” “Believe me, they’re not.”
“Come on, big guy. You promised me a sandwich. I still need to put on at least ten pounds to look like a human being again.” I smile a little and extend my hand toward Sergei. “I don’t know where you keep the bread. Please?” Slowly, Sergei unwraps his fingers from Felix’s neck and turns around. “You’re missing way more than ten pounds,” he says. Approaching me, he grabs my hand and drags me into the kitchen, with Mimi following us.
“He wasn’t choking me. If he wanted to kill me, he would have snapped my neck.” He turns to look at me. “I think he was keeping me away from you.”
“Do you? Really?” He narrows his eyes at me. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t look like someone who could deal with Sergei’s shit.” “Oh?” I raise an eyebrow. “And how do I look, exactly?” “Like a librarian. You’re only missing the glasses.” “What a coincidence.” I cross my arms over my chest. “I applied for a librarian position at Atlanta University two months ago. Still waiting for their answer, though.”
“I don’t know why he reacts the way he does around you. I’ve been with him for fifteen years, and I don’t dare approach him when he’s out. You may have awoken some protective instinct in him. When he brought you here that night, he wouldn’t let anyone get close.
“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.”
I let go of the motherfucker and grab her under her thighs, saving her from falling. “How the fuck did you end up there?” I ask, keeping my eyes on the delivery guy kneeling on the ground in front of me, coughing. “Climbed the box,” she says next to my ear. “Then jumped on your back.” “Why?” “Why not?” she chuckles. I turn my head to the side, bumping into her nose with my cheek. “Why not?” I repeat and laugh. “Well, I guess that’s as good as any other reason.”
“So? What do you think?” She juts her hip and raises her eyebrows. I look her over. Other than her hair, which is a bit shorter and straighter, she looks the same to me. Even covered in mud she was beautiful, so I’m not sure what she is expecting me to say. I guess after enduring three and a half hours of torment, she needs confirmation of a job well done or something. “I like the hair?” Angelina sighs and shakes her head. “You are a lost cause.” “What did you want me to say?” I ask as I pay the salon assistant. “How amazing I look?” “You looked amazing before we came here. What have you been
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“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.
“Sergei!” Roman’s yelling comes from the phone. I reposition Angelina slightly and then slam into her again, panting. “What?” I bark and slam into her again, enjoying her little moans. “Where the fuck are you?” “In my car. With Angelina.” I slide my hand between our bodies and pinch her clit, and she whimpers loudly. There are a few seconds of silence, and then Roman’s growly voice fills the car. “Are you having sex while you’re on the phone with me?” “Maybe.” I smile, grab Angelina’s nape, and crush my mouth to hers, all the while pounding into her. “Jesus, Sergei,” Roman snaps and hangs up.
“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.”
His cock slides out then slams into me. “Because, when you look at me, I remember I’m still alive.”
“That reminds me. Albert asked me to tell you that a package arrived for you yesterday. He put it in the living room.” I lower my head to whisper in her ear. “He said he looked inside and found a bunch of paperbacks with naked men on the covers, and now, he thinks you read porn.” “It’s mental porn,” she deadpans.
“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.”
“Are you in love with your Russian?” “Yes,” I whisper
Suddenly, a huge mass of something black smashes into Diego’s side and the bullet meant for me explodes into the overturned chair, missing me by inches, but raining debris all around. I gape at the beast that holds Diego’s neck in her jaws, listening to the strange gurgling sounds coming from the throat of the soon-to-be-dead man. “Mimi?”
“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.”
“Marry me,” I blurt out. Angelina blinks, glances around us where at least twenty bodies are scattered, then stares back at me. “You really know how to pick the time and place, big guy.” “Will you marry me?”
“I thought I was going to lose my mind when you left,” I mumble next to her ear. “I’m so sorry. I promise I’m going to make up for it as soon as we get home.” “Yeah, about that . . . we’ll be staying in a hotel for a week or two,” I say and lightly bite the side of her neck. “In a hotel?” “The house is being redecorated.” “Oh? Why?” “Sergei smashed everything that wasn’t attached to a wall when you left, that’s why,” Felix throws over his shoulder. “Will you shut up already?” I snap. “She may change her mind and run away if you keep babbling on about how deranged I am.”
