Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46132 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46132 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“Oh?”
Quiet, man. Why are you sharing this?
“Yeah, they were involved in a plane crash when I was four years old. I hardly remember them.”
She reaches across and places her hand on my arm, the simple touch sending sizzling need down my arm and through my body and right to the base of my manhood. I feel it stiffen even more than it already is, and suddenly I’m sure I’m going to pull the car over and maul her right here.
My business is all about control, and here I am teetering on the edge of abandon at a simple touch.
I shrug her hand away. Otherwise, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop, kissing her neck, tasting her, palming those grab-me-now breasts and making her beg for my hot manhood to slide into that pouting mouth, getting it nice and slick, and then between her breasts, fucking them hard, and then fucking her sweet tight pussy hardest of all …
“It’s fine,” I grunt, shrugging so that she removes her hand. “Like I said, I barely remember them. No big deal.”
“Fine,” she snaps, placing her hands in her lap. “What about his body, though?”
“I don’t know,” I muse. “Probably not. Dobry would have told his men to leave him alone so that he could …”
Flames hiss in my chest and I wish I could kill the bastard all over again.
“So that he could rape me,” Dakota says coldly.
“Yes,” I say, just as coldly.
“It’s kind of beautiful out here,” Dakota says a moment later, gesturing at the countryside, the night darkened fields all around us. To the west, a lone tree stands, a granite pencil drawing, only its shape visible. “I mean, if we were just on a casual drive, you know? Then it would be beautiful.”
“I know what you mean,” I tell her.
“What’s going to happen to the other women?” Dakota asks.
“Dobry’s older brother, Andrei, will most likely come from Moscow to arrange his brother’s business. I imagine he’ll stake his claim on them.”
She shivers. “Is he better than Dobry? Is he less cruel?”
A part of me wants to lie to her, but something inside of me recoils sharply at the thought. As long as I live, I will do my best to never lie to this woman.
Even the thought is fucking insanity. I shouldn’t be thinking things like this about a woman I only met less than an hour ago—a woman I met on a job, no less.
And yet it’s there, as undeniable as the way she makes my heart pound like a war drum.
“No,” I say. “Andrei is a monster. Maybe more calculated than his little brother, but a monster all the same. He’s the main boss in the Bratva. Dobry was his second in command.”
“It’s not fair,” she whispers. “Why should I be here and not them?”
“Do you want me to take you back?” I snap.
She shoots me a look, pure sass. It makes me want to grab her by her shoulders and drag her into my lap, to grind my entrapped manhood against her ass cheeks and watch as her sassiness explodes even more.
Goddamn, she’s a sexy sassy fucking queen.
“Do you always have to be such an asshole?” she says.
I smirk. “Nah, just most of the time.”
She giggles, and then clamps her hand over her mouth. “I didn’t laugh,” she says quickly. “Because I’d never laugh at anything you said, Damian. I just sneezed.”
“Sounded pretty damn strange for a sneeze,” I banter, unable to stop myself.
Despite everything, she’s smiling, I’m smirking, and I feel as if an invisible rope has coiled around us and is slowly tightening, making it so I’ll never be able to break free.
But even that’s a damn lie.
I don’t want to break free, that’s the truth.
Finally, I pull into the parking lot of the motel, my eyes scanning the building, some of the rooms quiet and others beaming yellow electric light into the lot.
And then I hear it, the high pitched yapping.
Sparky.
My eyes focus on my room.
The door is open.
A man stands out front, a tattooed, Bratva man, his hand near his hip.
“They’re taking my fucking dog,” I snarl. “What the fuck? How did they find me? What the fuck is happening?”
Chapter Six
Dakota
Damian’s rage fills the car like an odor, his eyes flaring and his fists gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turn white. He grinds his teeth from side to side, staring across the motel parking lot.
“This is wrong,” he snarls. “This is bad.”
I almost flinch when a cellphone starts to ring, and instinctively I reach for my pocket before remembering that they took my cellphone when they took my freedom.
Damian takes out a burner cell and answers it, but never takes his eyes off the motel room.
The dog’s yipping has become high pitched and one of the men is shouting, clearly trying to wrangle the dog. I’m guessing these men want to use Sparky as ransom or bait.