Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 106541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
“Five point three million.” I nudge my head to the bag. “None of the bonds are traceable. The cash is in random dominations, and the serial numbers haven’t been recorded. I have another two million Alek will deliver this afternoon—”
Kirill cuts me off by slicing his hand through the air. After taking in my sweat-dotted chest and wild eyes, he snarls, “Is that all your sister is worth to you? Seven million and some change.”
Of course, he wouldn’t add Lera into his assumption. To him, she’s worthless.
“This is not for Sofia.” His interests are piqued, but he remains quiet, leaving me to fill in the gaps. “It is for Katie.”
A twinge impinges his jaw. Anyone would swear he is annoyed, but I know him better than that. He’s scheming. “She is not for sale.” He smirks. “Well, not anymore.”
“She was four and a half years ago when I purchased her. I paid for her. You merely signed the contract.” He wanted to look good in front of the Popovs and Petrettis. Since I didn’t give a fuck about what they thought of me, I let him puff out his chest and act macho.
It was stupid of me to do.
“This is more than double what you paid, and it won’t alter our agreement at all. I will give you an heir, just not with Katie.”
After balancing his elbows on the desk, he makes a tepee with his hands. “She is my wife.”
“In your eyes, not the eyes of the law.”
“She is my wife!” he reiterates, shouting. “And she will stay my wife until the day she takes her final breath.”
He doesn’t give a fuck about Katie. He simply hates sharing. Has since the moment he found out his father birthed children with women he wasn’t married to. He’s always been a spoiled brat. That’s why I was so surprised at how badly he reacted to Milo getting killed. He finally didn’t have to share the podium. The glory was all his. Yet now he acts as if Milo was his best friend.
“Fine.” My quick change in stance shocks him. He won’t announce that, though. “I’ll save myself a few million and take your gift for a whirl.”
I leave before he can respond. That will annoy him more than anything. He hates not having the last word.
“How’d you go?” Alek asks while removing the body bag from my grasp and storing the cash bundles back into the floor safe in my office.
“Not as I thought it would, but not surprising either. Kirill is a loose fucking cannon.” My cock twitches when I drag a finger under my nose. I haven’t touched cocaine in a week, but old habits are hard to kill. I can smell Katie on my hand. “This isn’t solely about an heir to him. He’s got something else going on. It is got to be big for him to turn down seven million in untraced currencies.”
With the Bobrovs being kicked out of trade in the US over four years ago, we’ve struggled to make headway in the smaller, less profitable markets. That’s why I was on the ship during Katie’s collection. I can’t step foot on US soil.
Don’t get me wrong, our ban doesn’t mean we’re not broke by any means, but money has been Kirill’s bottom-line for a long time, so I know his wish for an heir has something to do with money. I just have no fucking clue why he’s so adamant his plans must include Katie, besides that I want her, and he’s a selfish prick.
“Do you think he’s jealous?” Alek pushes across a brick of snow that’s almost as enticing as the scent of Katie’s cunt on my hand so he can fit in a folder of bonds I’ve been holding onto in case we ever trade in the US again. With the Yurys owning most of the organized crime turf in Russia, the US East Coast was our biggest earner before it was stripped from us.
“Of what? My late arrival to festivities because I didn’t know who my father was until I was sixteen or my stellar good looks?”
“I was gonna say your cock, but what would I know.”
I give him a leering look. Now is not the time to fuck around. I have three lives floating precariously in the wind and only two dumb fucks stupid enough to go against thousands to save them.
“Are you sure this is the team you want to be on, Alek? I can’t guarantee we’re not going to sink with the ship.”
“I’m sure.” His grin doesn’t match the sentiment of our conversation. “And the mermaids will save me when they see the imprint of my dick.”
“For fuck’s sake.”
He waggles his brows before telling me he’s going to take Katie some dinner.
“I told her not to open the door to anyone but me.”