Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“Open Snapchat, will you, while you’re on my phone? I hate to lose my streak,” I say with an exaggerated sigh. “A hundred days.”
None of them bother to reply. I hope Lev lives near Polina, their sister. She’s probably the only one in this whole family I’d get along with, though she probably hates my guts because I am an enemy.
“Tomorrow,” Mikhail says. “Meeting adjourned. Lev, you need a guard here?”
“Yeah,” I say. “Why don’t you hire that useless douchebag who let me practically walk right past him? That’ll be fun. Maybe he’ll take pictures when you strip me.”
“Alright, that’s it,” Lev says, clearly at the end of his rope. He holds both of my wrists in his left hand and, with his right, manages to unfasten his belt and tug it through the loops. I stare in fascination bordering on horror. Is he going to hit me in front of all of them, just like that?
At my response, he has the nerve to chuckle.
“Oh good, the hint of a fear response. I was beginning to worry I’d kidnapped a sociopath. I’ll keep that in mind. Sorry to disappoint you, but this time I just want you to shut the fuck up.”
He tugs me to his chest and loops the belt around my mouth, forming a gag. The warmed leather bites into my lips. I chomp down on it. I feel like a goddamn horse.
“Here,” Aleks says, reaching for his waist. In one quick movement, he unfastens his belt. “In case you need another.” He tosses it to Lev, who catches it in his fist midair.
What the fuck would he need another one for? Argh!
“I’ve got a knife,” Viktor says, tossing it to Lev. It’s like they’re all pitching in for a gift, and the gift is me, served up on a fucking platter.
“Here are some zip ties,” Ollie says.
Lev smiles. “Aw, you shouldn’t have.”
I sigh and roll my eyes. I’d have a deliciously sarcastic response, but sadly, I really can’t talk with this damn bit between my teeth. He shoves me toward the door, then seems to think better of it. “Could interrogate you here,” he says thoughtfully. “But if I take you home, I have so many more tools at my disposal.” He nods. “Yeah, let’s get you home, little spy. We need to have a chat.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Lev
It’s my lucky fucking day.
Mikhail told me after Viktor and Lydia’s marriage that I was up next. My brothers have gotten married in rapid succession—our plan to overtake The Cove as the most powerful Bratva group in full swing. The most efficient way of solidifying ourselves as a force to be reckoned with is to expand our ranks. The second, most lasting way, is to put down permanent roots.
Marriage. Vows. Children. None of the marriages in my family thus far have happened the “usual” way—at least the usual way in Western culture. Here, we take what we want.
And right now? I want a leggy Colombian princess with tanned skin, a sharp mouth, and a body that rivals an Olympian gymnast. The image of her thick, glossy hair falling from her baseball cap and around her face like a veil will stay with me forever. Her eyes, bright and inquisitive with just a touch of batshit crazy, are unforgettable. That cute little button nose and bratty mouth beg to be tamed. Her fit, lithe body, small but powerful, is like a tightly wrapped package of dynamite.
I bet she tastes like whiskey and sin.
I’ll find out.
She sits beside me in rumpled male clothing. That needs to go.
I reach for the belt behind her head and unfasten it. “What do you have underneath this shit?” I ask her, gesturing to the rumpled sweatshirt and cargo pants.
She winks at me, her grin revealing full, cherry-red lips that draw my attention like a magnet. I'm mesmerized by the seductive curve of her mouth. No longer disguising her voice as a man's, her natural higher pitch resonates, each note a tantalizing aphrodisiac that stirs something deep within me.
“Nothing but my birthday suit and this stupid torture device meant to flatten my breasts.” She leans in closer to me, her warm skin brushing mine. I swallow, my dick hard already just by her nearness. She’s fucking gorgeous. “Why don’t you see for yourself? You have to check me for bugs, anyway, don’t you?” She leans back in her seat, a placid look of curiosity on her beautiful face. “I can’t fucking wait to take this off. I feel like I’m wearing a jockstrap over my breasts.”
“I can’t fucking wait to see for myself. Believe me, that’s happening.” So far, my techniques are absolute shit. Not only does she not look intimidated, but she also looks fucking excited.
Maybe it isn’t just the look in her eyes.
Maybe she actually is insane.