Ford: The Dudnik Circle Book 1 (6 page)

She isn’t your woman, Ford.

Do not pity me.
Asshole.
I should have taken the knife, sliced off his dick, shoved it into his eye socket and held up a mirror so he’d see what a dick he is.
Do not pity me.

It’s been a few days and with my brother’s funeral and the time that’s past since I sat down with Ford, my anger should have faded. Except it hasn’t. I’m a whirlwind of emotions. I damn well know where Ford’s motivation came from, but no fucking way does it justify or excuse his actions. Except… somehow it does. And yet, it doesn’t. Dammit. Did I mention a whirlwind?

I don’t need this right now. There’s too much going on. We need to temper the connection since my brother screwed shit up. Sure Ford kidnapped me first, then my brother interfered, and then the car bomb… all of this, plus Borya getting hurt in the process. Shit.

Staring down at the file in front of me brings me back to my own screwed-up emotions and yet a brand new job. With the meeting coming up with the gang leaders, I have to review this information, and it’s gut-twisting. There’s a new gang on the rise. The fuckers are dealing drugs and kidnapping women to use in snuff movies. Sound familiar?

There’s that whirlwind again. Why now? Seems like a fucking creepy coincidence. Except with this gang it seems they don’t target young girls. Yeah, I dug a little deeper the second I got home from meeting Ford. With a little arm twisting, Afon broke and told me everything he knew.

Again, I try to focus on the stuff in front of me, shoving the shit with Ford in the back of my mind. The harsh noise of a throat clearing makes my head whip up.

“Are you ready to leave?” Afon’s voice is as sharp as his Armani suit.

Shaking my head slowly, I reply, “You can damn well see I’m wearing my robe. Gimme ten minutes and I will be.”

Yes, I’m wearing the robe Ford gave me. So what? It’s a nice robe. Normally, I’d let it fall to the ground, but instead I drape it over the bed as I make my way to the bathroom for a very short shower. After quickly drying off, I step into my dark purple thong. I then slip into the gorgeous, dark plum-colored dress and cinch in my chest with the tight bodice before adjusting the straps encrusted in rhinestones over my shoulders.

It’s made of soft flowing fabric that falls in waves to the floor. The tight top has a sparkling line of rhinestones going from the right side of my waist up between my breasts and over my shoulder. Silver-strap heels and long silver earrings complete the outfit. Instead of spending too much time on my hair, I keep it loose and spread out over my back. I keep my make-up to a minimum for a natural look since the dress is stunning enough to make a statement.

Before I leave my bedroom I cross to the tiny closet in the corner and pull out a four-inch blade and strap it to the inside of my left leg. I check the mirror to ensure it doesn’t show in the large split of the dress. Content with what I see, I head outside to meet Afon.

Slipping inside an armored, black Mercedes S600 Guard, we drive in silence for over thirty minutes before we pass through wrought-iron gates and reach a large mansion. There are a lot of classy cars parked out front, indicating we’re among the last guests to arrive.

Afon steps out first and walks around to assist me. He places a hand at the small of my back and guides me inside the mansion. All of the guests are in a large ballroom-like space, standing, chatting, and some are even dancing to the live music that’s set up in a corner.

Before we reach the bar, a huge chest steps in front of us. “Do not touch her.”

Great. Ford’s rumbling voice makes goosebumps break out all over my skin. I feel Afon’s hand tremble at my back, and I know he’s close to making a scene.

“Afon, would you please get me a drink so I can speak with Ford?” My voice is sweet, yet my second-in-command knows it’s an order.

“You’re aware Filippov’s here?” Ford growls.

My eyes scan the room and shit, the fucker is heading straight for me. Before I can think things through, I act on instinct.

***Ford***

Justice’s eyes narrow when she glances around me. Before I can turn to see what caught her eye, her hands go to the back of my neck and lowers me down for a kiss.

Fuck. Me.

Automatically, my arms circle her waist and pull her against my body. Insanity ignites inside me again and I just let it ride, not caring or even thinking about her actions. I intend to take full advantage of this moment. Her lips are like velvet touching mine. Sliding  my tongue along her bottom lip, she opens and lets her tongue fight with mine. Every stroke and swirl heightens my desire to strip her right here and bury myself inside her hot, wet heat.

Her hand slips into my hair and tightens to a fist, allowing me to take her mouth the way I would love to take her pussy. Hard and rough. My hand slides to the front of her silky dress, tracing the edge where her lush breast is hidden.

“Excuse me.” An annoying voice dares to interrupt what I’ve been craving for the last few days.
A taste of my Angel
.

Regretfully, I pull my lips away and growl, “You’re excused, now fucking leave.”

Hearing her sweet chuckle against my chest makes me pull her even tighter against me.

“Excuse my over-protective man here,” she says, her voice practically humming with pleasure. “He rarely gives me time to breathe; I’m surprised he let me go to the meeting. Isn’t that right,
Lapochka
?”

Lapochka.
A term of endearment…that’s how she’s addressing me now?

My gaze lands on Filippov, the fucker who interrupted us, and anger boils in my veins. Keeping my Angel close to me and with that as far away from the fucker, I all but pierce him with my gaze.

“You’ve made a huge fucking mistake by going after my woman.” Before I can threaten the fucker some more, he interrupts me.

He dares to take a step closer. “She isn’t your woman, Ford. The Rybin Gang is mine.”

I tip my head back and bark out a laugh. Sliding back to lock eyes; I let him know there’s no fucking humor in my words to come. “That right there, fucker, shows your lack of intellect and fucking respect. Back off. Or let me rephrase that in the way you told my woman…take my word for it or I’ll take your fucking life. Am I clear?”

I feel Justice’s body freeze against me. She’s probably wondering how the fuck I knew what he wrote to her. Before the fucker can manage a reply, I turn and guide Justice to the bar. Afon is standing half way with two drinks in his hands.

Condensation on the glasses indicates he’s been standing there awhile. Smart fucking move not to interrupt.

“Afon.” I nod in appreciation and thanks.

“Ford.” He lifts his chin and hands Justice one of the glasses.

My arm is still wrapped around her waist. She doesn’t make any attempt to step away. It feels as though the weight of a stone has been lifted from my chest. Even if she’s doing this to avoid Filippov, I’ll make damn fucking sure to enjoy every fucking second of it.

Besides that, the reason I walked up to her… the fury of seeing Afon’s hand on her, is the disturbing rumor that Yegor told me an hour ago. I know if I tell her, she’s going to close up and dismiss me so instead I focus on Afon.

“Did you hear Filippov might be connected to the snuff movies? Word has it he’s offering his property for the shoots.”

My woman freezes under my touch. Afon’s upper lip curls in a snarl. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“See what your computer guy can dig up. Here,” Reluctantly, I take my hand from Justice’s waist and reach inside my jacket to grab a pen and a piece of paper. After writing down Abram’s number, I hand it to him. Tucking back the paper and pen, I wrap my arm around Justice and she settles back against my body.

“Abram’s our intel guy. Tell him I want two brains on Filippov to track down a solid connection to the property. Let’s see if we can have some hard intel before the meeting is over so we can kill the fucker.”

Afon pulls out his phone. “Thanks, Ford. I appreciate it.”

I’m hoping that smooths things over enough for what I’m about to say. “Trust me when I say I won’t leave her side. I’ll either be in her house with my men, although I’d rather have her in my own bed. Since I’m the one with the huge property, I’d be more than happy for all of you to stay.”

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as though he’s going over things in his mind before his eyes connect with Justice. Reason. That right there shows his solid connection and devotion. He’s putting everything aside to keep his boss safe.

“Before you alpha fuckers make any more plans about and over me, I’d like to have a little word with Ford alone. Excuse us,
Afon
.” She says his name overly classy as if he’s the king except the sneer clearly puts him in his place.

She all but drags me away and we soon find ourselves in a tiny room that has no windows. There’s a desk in the corner and all the walls are covered with books. Rows and rows of books. There are pillows in one corner and when I glance over the titles I see they’re all romance. Well, that certainly sets the mood.

I pull off my jacket and throw it over the desk. “Nice little reading cave you pulled us into. Do you want me to read you some porn?”

A pink flush coats her cheeks. Now there’s a pretty sight. As I step up to her, she takes a step back. Her back hits the door and I reach around her. The snick of the lock makes her shoulders shake before her eyebrows knit together and she pushes me back.

“Snap out of it, we’re here to discuss shit. That, and to make it clear to you once and for all that I do not want or need your help. I am none of your business nor will I ever will be. You got that?” She reaches out and before I know what she’s up to, she twists my nipple.

A surge of heat flashes through my body and my dick absorbs it all, throbbing and becoming rock hard. My hand wraps around that small, silky wrist of hers and I spin her around and grab her other hand. With both pinned behind her back, I maneuver my grip so I can hold her in place with one hand.

Leaning in, I nuzzle her neck. I nip her earlobe and move forward to slide my goatee along her cheek. Loosening my tie, I slide it off and bind her wrists without looking. Her sharp intake of breath is the sound I crave.

“Let’s see if my little Angel is longing for me, shall we?” I slide one hand underneath that silky purple dress and trace one of her long legs.

Sliding a finger over damp lace makes me groan. I want her so fucking bad, I can almost smell her arousal envelope me. Pulling my hand away, I grab her shoulders and spin her around, caging her against the door, her bound arms tucked behind her. Holding her gaze, I fall to my knees and grip her ankle.

Her pupils dilate and desire swirls deep inside me. Lifting her ankle, I lock her heel on my shoulder, opening her up for me. A dark strap around her leg catches my attention.

“Well now, what do we have here?” With a soft move, the knife falls to the ground. “Won’t be needing that… this time.”

My finger slides her thong to the side, baring her sweet cunt. I take a deep breath and close my eyes to savor the tantalizing smell of her arousal.

“So fucking incredible. You can lure me down to my knees with just one whiff. It ignites a craving deep inside me. The need to touch, taste…feel. There’s no other female that fires me up the way you do.”

My control snaps and instead of keeping her thong to the side, I fist the lace in one hand and keep her pinned with it. My mouth covers her pussy and the moment those sweet juices hit my tongue, a deep moan rises from my chest and vibrates against her clit. She buckles and digs her heel against my shirt.

The sting of pain spurs me to suck and thrust my tongue deep inside her, showing her my intentions and the promise of what my cock is dying to do. It’s at that moment when my body freezes and I pull back. A sense of shame washes over me and it shocks me to the core.

Again, I didn’t give her a choice, so ready to take what I need. Overpowered by my own impulses. It doesn’t matter if the impulses are good or bad, it’s still taking.

“Hey.” The bite in her voice has my gaze flicking up to meet hers. “Don’t you dare stop; put your mouth back on me. We’re not stuck on the past in this room right now. I’m still fucking mad as hell at you, but I’d be even madder if you don’t get back into giving me what I need. What I want.
What I long for
.”

I lift her foot off my shoulder and place it on the floor. Slowly, I rise to my feet and cup her face in my hands.

“And what exactly do you long for,
Angel Moy?
” The desire in her eyes equals the same amount as my voice.

“Get it done, Slick. We’re not here to talk.” My feisty little Angel growls out the words.

“But wasn’t that what we came here for?” My taunting words make her struggle against the restraints. At this point, she probably wants to strangle me.

“There’s my Angel. What do you need? Where do you want my hands?” Tracing down the curve of her breast, I let my hand slide lower. “Or do you want my mouth back here?” My hand slides between her skin and the fabric to cup her mound.