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the kid’s head off and spit down his windpipe if he gets out of line. This should be interesting. This shit just keeps on escalating.
“Dad, that woman is going to scare the hell out of him. Seriously, why are you giving the cat a new mouse to torment? He’s going to shit himself. And he’s wearing Armani.”
“Dominika will ensure he understands that it is in his best interests to keep his mouth shut.” My father laughs but it is the feral laugh of Glazov the Pakhan. He pats me on the shoulder, “Do not worry, my son… Perhaps he will become, what’s the American word, smitten with her.” His face becomes impassive when he says, “Just as you are smitten with your little prisoner.”
I really can’t do anything but nod my head. As difficult as it has been, this conversation has gone smoother than I anticipated. His arctic gaze meets mine. “Now be respectable and go introduce your date to Novak.”
He kisses both of my cheeks and walks away, easily commanding the room with the authoritative, confident energy he exudes. My father was born with the ability to strike fear in the hearts of mortal beings. All eyes follow the Pakhan as they speculate about what my father and I were discussing in that darkened corner. I’ve spent my life living under the Bratva spotlight and I learned at a very early age to wear an impassive mask. Hell, the only person I’ve ever been tempted to let my guard down with is Logan. I have no idea why I feel so drawn to, as my father calls her, a card counting investigative journalist.
My mother has always said that the Glazov men do not mate often or easily, but that when they do, they mate for life – and that there is no stopping the pursuit once it has begun. I’ve always found her theory amusing but I grew up overhearing the whispers about how my mother bewitched the great Glazov with her auburn hair and feminine wiles – and how she fought against his relentless pursuit in his campaign to own her – willingly or not.
All I know is that the path I’m on with Logan is dangerous for both of us. There’s not only the matter of not being sure I can trust her, there’s also the fact that I’m putting her life in danger by pursuing her. If she takes a fall, I will be going down with her…because I will mate for life. It’s the Bratva way.
Logan
I’m grateful for the shots and the champagne because I’m finally starting to relax. I join Gilbert at the table as Glazov escorts his son around the corner for privacy’s sake. Even though I’m curious to know what they’re discussing, I force myself to feign indifference and look away from them.
Alexander Glazov has to be the most intense man I have ever seen. Until I saw his father tonight, Kodiak had held that spot, but Alexander Glazov is like masculine intensity on crack. For one thing, the man is enormous. He’s got to be at least 6’3” or 6’4” and probably weighs in at a solid, muscular 250 pounds—none of which is fat. He has blonde, shoulder length hair that’s always tied back in a ponytail. But it’s his eyes that make you want to run and hide. I had to look away when he stared at me as if he knew I was up to something.
I just hope like hell Kodiak can handle his father when it comes to me. I know he’s not pleased that I’m studying to be a reporter. If he finds out I’m spying on his family…I mean, it’s not like I work for the New York Times, but still…I shudder at the thought of what would happen then. I decide I would much rather people-watch tonight than think of how easily Alexander Glazov could rip my head off with his bare hands. So I direct my attention to my best friend.
“Gilbert, you look fabulous. I think you’ve finally found your look.”
His face beams at the compliment and I can’t help but wonder if it’s the first time he’s ever received one. Svetlana really worked her magic with him; he looks like an elegant, hipster version of his usual self. His blonde hair is
“Dad, that woman is going to scare the hell out of him. Seriously, why are you giving the cat a new mouse to torment? He’s going to shit himself. And he’s wearing Armani.”
“Dominika will ensure he understands that it is in his best interests to keep his mouth shut.” My father laughs but it is the feral laugh of Glazov the Pakhan. He pats me on the shoulder, “Do not worry, my son… Perhaps he will become, what’s the American word, smitten with her.” His face becomes impassive when he says, “Just as you are smitten with your little prisoner.”
I really can’t do anything but nod my head. As difficult as it has been, this conversation has gone smoother than I anticipated. His arctic gaze meets mine. “Now be respectable and go introduce your date to Novak.”
He kisses both of my cheeks and walks away, easily commanding the room with the authoritative, confident energy he exudes. My father was born with the ability to strike fear in the hearts of mortal beings. All eyes follow the Pakhan as they speculate about what my father and I were discussing in that darkened corner. I’ve spent my life living under the Bratva spotlight and I learned at a very early age to wear an impassive mask. Hell, the only person I’ve ever been tempted to let my guard down with is Logan. I have no idea why I feel so drawn to, as my father calls her, a card counting investigative journalist.
My mother has always said that the Glazov men do not mate often or easily, but that when they do, they mate for life – and that there is no stopping the pursuit once it has begun. I’ve always found her theory amusing but I grew up overhearing the whispers about how my mother bewitched the great Glazov with her auburn hair and feminine wiles – and how she fought against his relentless pursuit in his campaign to own her – willingly or not.
All I know is that the path I’m on with Logan is dangerous for both of us. There’s not only the matter of not being sure I can trust her, there’s also the fact that I’m putting her life in danger by pursuing her. If she takes a fall, I will be going down with her…because I will mate for life. It’s the Bratva way.
Logan
I’m grateful for the shots and the champagne because I’m finally starting to relax. I join Gilbert at the table as Glazov escorts his son around the corner for privacy’s sake. Even though I’m curious to know what they’re discussing, I force myself to feign indifference and look away from them.
Alexander Glazov has to be the most intense man I have ever seen. Until I saw his father tonight, Kodiak had held that spot, but Alexander Glazov is like masculine intensity on crack. For one thing, the man is enormous. He’s got to be at least 6’3” or 6’4” and probably weighs in at a solid, muscular 250 pounds—none of which is fat. He has blonde, shoulder length hair that’s always tied back in a ponytail. But it’s his eyes that make you want to run and hide. I had to look away when he stared at me as if he knew I was up to something.
I just hope like hell Kodiak can handle his father when it comes to me. I know he’s not pleased that I’m studying to be a reporter. If he finds out I’m spying on his family…I mean, it’s not like I work for the New York Times, but still…I shudder at the thought of what would happen then. I decide I would much rather people-watch tonight than think of how easily Alexander Glazov could rip my head off with his bare hands. So I direct my attention to my best friend.
“Gilbert, you look fabulous. I think you’ve finally found your look.”
His face beams at the compliment and I can’t help but wonder if it’s the first time he’s ever received one. Svetlana really worked her magic with him; he looks like an elegant, hipster version of his usual self. His blonde hair is
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