Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
They wanted to share Ana amongst several bratva organizations in Kronstadt after they tortured and raped her.
Alek responded how any man would.
He killed them where they stood, which sparked a mafia war he would have won if the rival’s head hadn’t sought shelter with the Gottles.
Henry Gottle is the boss of all bosses, and he has a major grudge against the Bobrovs. He wouldn’t help Alek even if his life depended on it.
When my assumption that Ana is with Alek is met with a painful exhale, I slip out of bed. “You said you didn’t need me anymore?”
I watched Ana every day of the four years she lived abroad, and for several years before that. It’s why chasing Polina was utterly pointless back then. I barely had time to scratch my nuts.
That all ended when Alek yanked me off Ana’s watch, which inevitably thrust his sister back into my line of sight.
He’d be kicking himself if he weren’t brimming with worry.
Alek is only ever silent when he’s terrified.
Even Polina is aware of this.
“Go,” she offers, as panicked by Alek’s lack of reply as I am. “I’ll show myself out.”
“No.” I forcefully yank up the bedding before using it to make her one with the mattress. “I’ll be back.” Don’t ask me why I’m whispering like a soft cock. I know how to take care of myself. I’m just not sure now is the right time to tell Alek I’ve been horndogging over his sister for years, let alone having my every fantasy answered the past few weeks. “Don’t fucking run this time. I’ve been chasing your ass all over Kronstadt.”
“Because you can’t take no for an ans—”
I shut her up by kissing her. It is as PG as fuck, and I keep my tongue in my mouth, but it silences Polina better than my cock since it screams “couple.”
My mouth has spent more time on her pussy than on her lips the past month.
What can I say? I love giving head.
As I tug on a pair of pants and the ugly-ass shirt Polina convinced me to buy earlier tonight, I ask Alek, “Where do you want me to check first?”
I arch a brow when he replies, “Home.”
“Your apartment?” You can’t miss the shock in my tone. “I thought you’d check there.”
The whoosh of a headshake sounds down the line. If what I saw last month is anything to go by, I don’t think he should be rattling his brain around his big head. “No, the projects. She always goes home when she’s feeling lost.”
I tsk him. “Her home isn’t in that shitbox with her dad, Alek.” I lock eyes with Polina. “It’s with you. It’s always been with you.” When my reply stuns both the Kotova siblings into silence, I mutter, “I’ll check the penthouse.”
Alek jumps back into the conversation with a stern bark. “I’ll check there. You cruise any old haunts. The depot her catering trucks are at, the park she once called home, and…”—his groan almost gobbles up the rest of his reply—“the strip clubs she worked at. Keep in touch, and I’ll do the same.”
“All right.” As I yank my phone down from my ear, I say to Polina, “You better stick around. If you leave before I serve you breakfast in bed, I’ll tie you to my bed next time.”
“Next time?” She drags her teeth over her plump bottom lip, instantly making me hard. “Who says there’ll be a next time?”
I twist my lips. “You have a point.” Not one to go down not swinging, and before she can comprehend how desperate I am to make her a permanent fixture in my life, I snatch up the belt I used to restrain her earlier while muttering, “So I guess I better secure you now.”
“Yev…” When her first warning doesn’t get through to me, she gives it a second shot. “Yev!”
She kicks out with all she has, but it’s too late for her. Her wrists are tethered to the headboard, and her mouthwatering breasts are exposed to my famished eyes.
They fortify my wish to keep her tied to my bed for eternity.
“Let. Me. Go.” She breathes out slowly.
“I will.” I scoot off the bed, grab my keys off the dresser, then head for the door. “When it’s time for breakfast.”
“Yev!”
Feo’s eyes pop up to mine when Polina’s demand rumbles through my bedroom door as I dart out of it. He watches me stalk to the entryway to fetch my gun from a safe hidden in a table we had specially made. Although running is Ana’s go-to tactic when she’s snowed under, my instincts are telling me to keep my guard up.
When I check that the ammo cartridge is full, Feo arches a brow in silent question.
“Ana,” I murmur, like it will answer all his questions.
It doesn’t.
“Who I know sure as fuck isn’t shouting for you to untie her.” He hooks his ankle onto his knee before he slouches low in his seat and takes a sip out of a foreign beer he’s nursing. “You love stirring Alek, but you’ve never seen Ana as anything more than a sister.” A grin barely twitches on my lips when he hones in on the reason for the cockiness silently beaming out of me. “His sister, on the other hand, you’ve been chasing that tail for years.” He slings his eyes to my bedroom door, which is doing a great job of concealing Polina’s shouts, before returning them to me. “I knew you were full of shit last week when you made an excuse to stay back after your fight. You weren’t eyeing the competition. You were—”