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)
“What the fuck are you doing?” I sneer, up close and in his space. “He’s in there with her.” When my shove doesn’t give him the hint to step the fuck back, I let my gun get across my point. I push it in close to his temple before telling him in no uncertain terms that I will walk into Katie’s room with his brain splattered on my shirt before I will ever walk away.
“Better my brains than hers.”
My jaw cracks when it tightens. I’m not fuming mad about his denial. I’m ropeable Kirill’s number four is ‘babysitting’ Lera. She has no clue the big black gun wedged between Feo and her bookcase is earmarked with her name. Rusha conceals her shakes so well with her dance moves, Lera most likely thinks he’s their special guest to their dance recital.
“He’s playing you, Ghost. He wants any excuse to take away her lineage, and you’re giving him plenty of reasons.”
“He’s…” I can’t fucking say it. I refuse to consider what Kirill is doing to Katie right now. “He…”
“He won’t touch Kate. Not how you’re thinking. He never does.”
“She’s different from the rest,” I blurt out before I can stop myself.
“Because you care about her.”
I try to deny his claims. I try to brush off the pull I’ve felt for Katie since the day my eyes landed on her long before she was put up for auction, but no amount of denying can hide the truth.
She is different.
Sensing that my anger is calming, Alek promises, “Kirill will get what’s coming to him. We’ve just got to finish laying the foundation. Without proper groundwork, our build will tumble within seconds of the first brick being laid.”
His words are honest, his eyes a promise, but I am still fucking ropeable.
I want to maim.
I want to kill.
And I know just the man to take it out on.
“Go to Katie.” I don’t need to give him the same do-not-touch instructions I give every other man who crosses her path. He knows it well since I read him the riot act the first night on the ship.
I grin like a smug motherfucker when he asks, “Where are you going?”
Not stopping, I reply, “To take out the trash.”
My grin is still tugging at my lips when I reach Lera’s room. She freezes mid-hip wobble before racing across the room to greet me like she always does when she spots me.
Regretfully for Feo, Lera’s room only has one entry point. There’s not even a window for him to weasel out of.
“Uncle, are you here to watch me dance?” she stammers out quickly in Russian, her cheeks awfully white for how hard she is panting.
“Soon,” I reply. “But I found the treasure we were seeking. The ones with jewels and gold bars. Do you want me to show you where it is?” She nods so quickly more color drains from her cheeks. “Okay. I just need to speak to Feo real quick. Can you wait for me in the pantry?” Her eyes adopt a sleepy look as she peers at me in silent begging. “Two.” I hand her a packet of jellybeans. “But only if Rusha says it’s okay.”
Rusha sees this as her out. After scooping Lera off my leg, she inconspicuously nudges her head to the corner Feo has crept into. I don’t need her help. I can sniff out a rat from a mile away, but it is nice to know whose team she is on. Her allegiance reminds me there are more people on my side than just Alek. I simply need to free the fighters from the weeds strangling them.
I will find them—after I’ve eradicated one of the main offenders.
A grin pulls my lip high at one side when a red dot highlights my chest upon entrance of Lera’s room. I must give it to Feo. He has more balls than I realized.
Despite my brother’s puppeteering, I am mafia royalty.
You don’t fuck with me and expect to come out of the carnage with your life intact.
Feo is about to learn that the hard way.
39
KATIE
“Open up for me, маленький ягненок, give me something enticing to work with.” I’m rolled over with a groan before the faintest brush of a hand down my breasts prickles my skin with awareness.
I’d startle as I obviously did when Kirill entered my room earlier today if I didn’t recognize the pants of a man in ecstasy. I’ve only heard two men come. Master Rudd didn’t make a peep when he stared into space.
Ghost is as vocal when he comes as he is while climbing to the summit.
His breathy grunts and naughty words spur something deep inside me and have me acting as if I’m not half asleep and groggy. I roll my hips in rhythm to his timed moans, shuddering along with his breaths as tingles activate low in my stomach.