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isn’t used to a man who is open about what he wants. I’ve got no problem letting her know how this is going to go. As far as I’m concerned, she’s already mine. I’ve never met a woman like her and I’ll be damned if I’m letting her go. If my father’s mandate to keep an eye on her is what I have to use until I convince her I’m for real…so be it. I’m tired of Bratva groupies with their fake smiles, their bleached, hard hair and their fake, hard tits. I want something real. I want what my mother and father have. And I want it with this girl.
There’s only one problem. I know Logan’s up to something, I can practically smell it on her. But I also know she’s conflicted about it, which means that deep down she’s my good girl. So I’m going to do what I always do, find out what the problem is and meet it head on. I need to find out what she’s hiding before my father does. I have to protect this one of a kind jewel I’ve found.
“What you see is what you get with me, babe. My intentions may be less than admirable, but they’re honest. I want you naked and in my bed.” She blushes again and tries change the subject.
“Oh, look, is that the Governor?”
“Mr. Anthony Johnson himself. Do you want to meet him?”
“Noooo, I do want the scuttlebutt though. Was his wife really a prostitute?”
“On the record, no; off the record, yes, indeed.” I give her no time to ask questions as I continue, “Always the curious little investigative reporter. You should be very careful, kotyonok -- you’re in my world now, kitten. You would do well to remember what I told you -- what we talk about is between us.”
The skin on the back of my neck tingles and I look up to see my father, head and shoulders above the crowd that has gathered around him. My heartbeat quickens. I can only imagine how terrified his adversaries are of him. I’ve seen grown men beg for mercy from my father—he’s not a merciful man. I’ve never had to be concerned about his lack of mercy—until now—until Logan. Fuck, my father is in the house in all his glory and headed in my direction.
He approaches me and raises a sardonic brow, giving a slight nod in my direction to indicate he wants to speak to me privately. I follow him around the darkened corner, away from curious eyes. I know I’m walking a very thin line. Usually life as Bratva is simple, it’s just a matter of doing the job right. This time I’m emotionally involved and it isn’t just about Logan, either. I have a strong bond with my father and I will not see him betrayed.
He wastes no time starting in on me, “And just when were you planning on telling me about this Gilbert person?” Shit! I wonder if he’s been talking to the professor.
“You know I don’t bother you with trivial details or with guesswork. I wanted to do a little more research on him before bringing it up. And you had a lot on your mind that day, you seemed pretty pissed already.”
“You haven’t seen pissed. If that fucking reporter...” he pauses to exhale harshly. “You, Kodiak, of all people, know I don’t like repeating myself. I’ve made it very clear what’s going to happen if she gets out of line. You know this.” His cold blue eyes bore into me as he seethes, “Get this shit straight, boy. I’d hate to have to kill the only woman who’s ever had you this intrigued.”
“I got this, Dad,” I say quietly.
“Good. That’s very good to hear, son.” My father is being facetious and I know it. “I’ve also got this , as you say . Now, Yafon tells me this boy’s name is Dorkoff, correct? Hmmm. Interesting. Perhaps Russian blood flows in his veins. If so, that may be his saving grace.”
“Dad…” I start, only to be cut off by my father’s curt command.
“Enough! At my personal request, Dominika will be guarding the little hacker boy you failed to tell me about.”
Shit. Dominika is a Bratva bodyguard in Glazov’s inner circle of protection. She will rip
There’s only one problem. I know Logan’s up to something, I can practically smell it on her. But I also know she’s conflicted about it, which means that deep down she’s my good girl. So I’m going to do what I always do, find out what the problem is and meet it head on. I need to find out what she’s hiding before my father does. I have to protect this one of a kind jewel I’ve found.
“What you see is what you get with me, babe. My intentions may be less than admirable, but they’re honest. I want you naked and in my bed.” She blushes again and tries change the subject.
“Oh, look, is that the Governor?”
“Mr. Anthony Johnson himself. Do you want to meet him?”
“Noooo, I do want the scuttlebutt though. Was his wife really a prostitute?”
“On the record, no; off the record, yes, indeed.” I give her no time to ask questions as I continue, “Always the curious little investigative reporter. You should be very careful, kotyonok -- you’re in my world now, kitten. You would do well to remember what I told you -- what we talk about is between us.”
The skin on the back of my neck tingles and I look up to see my father, head and shoulders above the crowd that has gathered around him. My heartbeat quickens. I can only imagine how terrified his adversaries are of him. I’ve seen grown men beg for mercy from my father—he’s not a merciful man. I’ve never had to be concerned about his lack of mercy—until now—until Logan. Fuck, my father is in the house in all his glory and headed in my direction.
He approaches me and raises a sardonic brow, giving a slight nod in my direction to indicate he wants to speak to me privately. I follow him around the darkened corner, away from curious eyes. I know I’m walking a very thin line. Usually life as Bratva is simple, it’s just a matter of doing the job right. This time I’m emotionally involved and it isn’t just about Logan, either. I have a strong bond with my father and I will not see him betrayed.
He wastes no time starting in on me, “And just when were you planning on telling me about this Gilbert person?” Shit! I wonder if he’s been talking to the professor.
“You know I don’t bother you with trivial details or with guesswork. I wanted to do a little more research on him before bringing it up. And you had a lot on your mind that day, you seemed pretty pissed already.”
“You haven’t seen pissed. If that fucking reporter...” he pauses to exhale harshly. “You, Kodiak, of all people, know I don’t like repeating myself. I’ve made it very clear what’s going to happen if she gets out of line. You know this.” His cold blue eyes bore into me as he seethes, “Get this shit straight, boy. I’d hate to have to kill the only woman who’s ever had you this intrigued.”
“I got this, Dad,” I say quietly.
“Good. That’s very good to hear, son.” My father is being facetious and I know it. “I’ve also got this , as you say . Now, Yafon tells me this boy’s name is Dorkoff, correct? Hmmm. Interesting. Perhaps Russian blood flows in his veins. If so, that may be his saving grace.”
“Dad…” I start, only to be cut off by my father’s curt command.
“Enough! At my personal request, Dominika will be guarding the little hacker boy you failed to tell me about.”
Shit. Dominika is a Bratva bodyguard in Glazov’s inner circle of protection. She will rip
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