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super-badasses have nothing better to do than worry about what I’m up to on Friday night?
The boss waited for me to respond, but I didn’t know what to say.
Boris clamped his heavy hand down on my shoulder. “The pakhan is talking to you. The answer is yes or no.”
“Yes?” I said, although I was sure it was the wrong answer.
Vladimir leaned back in his chair and folded his arms, looking sexy smart in his dark-rimmed glasses. “When I agreed to let you go to the game, you made a promise, remember?”
I straightened my shoulders and swallowed. “I promised not to have one drop of liquor around the guys.” My words came out slurry.
“So, you lied to me, in my house, in front of my face?”
My ability to twist a story was epic. With the Russians, however, I had to be careful. I didn’t want to find out what would happen if I pissed either of them off too much. “Mr. Ivanov, I kept my promise. I waited to have cocktails until I got back to Kiki’s. I just had a few beers at the party to be social .”
Boris needled his fingers into my collarbone. “Don’t you dare pull this shit—”
I squirmed to get him off me.
The boss raised his hand to silence him. “I made myself clear about drinking around boys. Want to learn your lesson with my patsani out back? Want to find out what happens when you lose your inhibitions around those animals?”
Vladimir was threatening to sic his attack dogs on me? “They don’t scare me.”
“Did she do drugs?” Vladimir asked Boris.
“ Nyet .”
“I’m sorry I’ve upset you, Mr. Ivanov. You taught me a valuable lesson last night. Honestly, though, I don’t know why you’re so mad. What I do in my free time is not your concern, and it’s definitely not cool to have me tailed all night. I can take care of myself.”
“Have you no sense?” Boris jumped in. “My boys out back would love to find a girl like you walking the streets at five in the morning, drunk on her own stupidity—”
“Give me a break.” I shook my lanyard at him. “You’re lucky I didn’t unleash on you .”
“Dear, you are lucky one. If a bad guy had found you stumbling down the street, you would have been bound, gagged, and locked in the trunk of a car before you could even scream ‘rape whistle.’ ” He tugged on my lanyard until it was snug across my neck to prove his point. “You make it too easy.”
I pushed his hand away. “What do you mean if a bad guy had found me?” I jammed my finger in his chest. “You’re pissed because you waited all night for me to screw up and have nothing to show for it.”
Boris caught my pointy finger, turned my hand around, and poked me in the chest with my own finger, like, ten times. “Ouch! Stop it, you big bully.” I grabbed him with my other hand and tried to pry him off me. Nice try. My effort to protect myself against him was as productive as a scrawny little monkey battling it out with a giant silver back freaking gorilla.
“Blow your whistle, tough girl.”
“Get off me.”
“Enough,” the boss said.
Boris let go of my finger and turned me around to face the pakhan . “When I hired you, Miss Cook, you became part of my brand. Your actions—on the clock and off—are a reflection on me. Perhaps I had a rare lapse in judgment when I hired you and your papa .”
I understood the underlying threat in his words. I had pushed him too far. Fucking up and getting myself fired was one thing, but I couldn’t risk sending Dad back to financial hell. “No, you didn’t have a lapse in judgment. I’m sorry.”
Vladimir stared me down. “For?”
“Lying to you about where I was going.”
“And?”
“And for drinking around boys.”
“And?”
I cocked my head as I thought. “And? No and . That’s it.” I peeked over my shoulder and looked up to Boris for guidance. “What else did I do?”
He tugged on Ryan’s jersey.
I turned back around to face the boss. “Oh.” I shook my head. “It’s not what you
The boss waited for me to respond, but I didn’t know what to say.
Boris clamped his heavy hand down on my shoulder. “The pakhan is talking to you. The answer is yes or no.”
“Yes?” I said, although I was sure it was the wrong answer.
Vladimir leaned back in his chair and folded his arms, looking sexy smart in his dark-rimmed glasses. “When I agreed to let you go to the game, you made a promise, remember?”
I straightened my shoulders and swallowed. “I promised not to have one drop of liquor around the guys.” My words came out slurry.
“So, you lied to me, in my house, in front of my face?”
My ability to twist a story was epic. With the Russians, however, I had to be careful. I didn’t want to find out what would happen if I pissed either of them off too much. “Mr. Ivanov, I kept my promise. I waited to have cocktails until I got back to Kiki’s. I just had a few beers at the party to be social .”
Boris needled his fingers into my collarbone. “Don’t you dare pull this shit—”
I squirmed to get him off me.
The boss raised his hand to silence him. “I made myself clear about drinking around boys. Want to learn your lesson with my patsani out back? Want to find out what happens when you lose your inhibitions around those animals?”
Vladimir was threatening to sic his attack dogs on me? “They don’t scare me.”
“Did she do drugs?” Vladimir asked Boris.
“ Nyet .”
“I’m sorry I’ve upset you, Mr. Ivanov. You taught me a valuable lesson last night. Honestly, though, I don’t know why you’re so mad. What I do in my free time is not your concern, and it’s definitely not cool to have me tailed all night. I can take care of myself.”
“Have you no sense?” Boris jumped in. “My boys out back would love to find a girl like you walking the streets at five in the morning, drunk on her own stupidity—”
“Give me a break.” I shook my lanyard at him. “You’re lucky I didn’t unleash on you .”
“Dear, you are lucky one. If a bad guy had found you stumbling down the street, you would have been bound, gagged, and locked in the trunk of a car before you could even scream ‘rape whistle.’ ” He tugged on my lanyard until it was snug across my neck to prove his point. “You make it too easy.”
I pushed his hand away. “What do you mean if a bad guy had found me?” I jammed my finger in his chest. “You’re pissed because you waited all night for me to screw up and have nothing to show for it.”
Boris caught my pointy finger, turned my hand around, and poked me in the chest with my own finger, like, ten times. “Ouch! Stop it, you big bully.” I grabbed him with my other hand and tried to pry him off me. Nice try. My effort to protect myself against him was as productive as a scrawny little monkey battling it out with a giant silver back freaking gorilla.
“Blow your whistle, tough girl.”
“Get off me.”
“Enough,” the boss said.
Boris let go of my finger and turned me around to face the pakhan . “When I hired you, Miss Cook, you became part of my brand. Your actions—on the clock and off—are a reflection on me. Perhaps I had a rare lapse in judgment when I hired you and your papa .”
I understood the underlying threat in his words. I had pushed him too far. Fucking up and getting myself fired was one thing, but I couldn’t risk sending Dad back to financial hell. “No, you didn’t have a lapse in judgment. I’m sorry.”
Vladimir stared me down. “For?”
“Lying to you about where I was going.”
“And?”
“And for drinking around boys.”
“And?”
I cocked my head as I thought. “And? No and . That’s it.” I peeked over my shoulder and looked up to Boris for guidance. “What else did I do?”
He tugged on Ryan’s jersey.
I turned back around to face the boss. “Oh.” I shook my head. “It’s not what you
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