Authors: Helena Newbury
“Your dad better not sleep with my boss,” I told Luka.
“Ex-boss,” he rumbled. “It’s out of my hands. You think this is first time he’s done this?” He grinned, just a little cruelly.
Goddamnit, he’s enjoying this!
He seemed so much less troubled now, and it was more than just the Ralavichs no longer being a problem. It was finally having someone to open up to and trust, after all those years alone. I understood that, because I was feeling it, too.
Being together, though, hadn’t cooled off the sex one bit. I’d taken the precaution of adding a safeword to our games, because that seemed sensible. But Luka’s big hands were still shredding plenty of pairs of panties, and sometimes whole dresses, and that was just the way I liked it.
I glanced back at the table. Vasiliy was leaning forward a little; Roberta was leaning forward a lot.
Oh, good grief.
“She’ll be fine unless he shows her his gunshot wound,” said Luka knowledgeably. “Then, all is lost.”
I glanced back again. Roberta was nodding. Vasiliy started to unbutton his shirt.
Oh shit.
“We Malakov men know how to handle American women,” said Luka proudly.
He’d find out, soon. Nancy had promised to visit in a few weeks. And once Vasiliy had fully healed up and could spare him, I was planning to take Luka on a trip to the US and show him Wisconsin—cows, rain and all. And there’d need to be business trips, too—to New York, first, and then all over the US, to finalize the gun deals. With Ralavich gone, we could take over his US gun business cleanly and without violence. Soon, we’d be the main pipeline into the country.
The idea didn’t scare me as much as it once had. Russian guns were coming into America one way or another—better we controlled it than someone like Ralavich. We could at least do it with the minimum of bloodshed. Once we controlled the whole supply, there’d be less need for in-fighting. And I’d persuaded Vasiliy to introduce my
no guns to gangs who employ kids
rule—it was a small victory, but at least it let me know we were heading in the right direction.
“Oh, you know how to handle us, do you?” I asked.
In answer, he pushed me up against a wall. Dammit, we were still just about within sight of Roberta...although, she
was
looking quite distracted. I looked back at Luka, feeling myself rapidly getting lost in those fiery, ice blue eyes. I could feel my breasts pillowing against his muscled chest, the hard bulge of his cock pressing against my thigh….
“Oh, the hell with it,” I muttered. And kissed him.
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