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room on this side of the hall across from Alena. Bathroom’s right out there.” He pointed toward the doorway. “Sergei’s been on the couch.”
She nodded. Where the hell did that leave her?
“You can have my bed. I’ll sleep on the other end of the sectional.”
“No. Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t need a bed anyway. As long as I have a pillow, I can easily sleep anywhere. You can’t share the couch while I take your bed.”
He shrugged. “Couch is huge.” He pointed at the desk. “Get your work done. We can argue later.” He winked at her and strode from the room, shutting the door behind him.
She didn’t have the energy to tell him there was no way in hell she was staying in this apartment more than one night. Somehow, someway, she would work things out with the FBI. She wasn’t going to a safe house. And she wasn’t staying with strangers in their apartment.
Even if one of those strangers was smoking hot and made her squeeze her legs together every time he was in the same room.
Chapter Seven
Nikolav returned to the living room as Sergei arrived. He locked the door and reset the alarm before dropping his gym bag on the floor near the couch. “Heard we’ve added another house guest.”
“Yep. Belinda. She’s in my room working on her story.”
“Does she always work this late at night?”
“Only when there’s an explosion she needs to document while the details are fresh in her mind.”
“Right. Makes sense.” Sergei glanced at the sofa and pointed at it. “It’s big. We’ve slept in tighter quarters before.”
“That’s what I was thinking.”
“Too bad Ivan has a perfectly good empty apartment we can’t use.”
“That is frustrating.” Nikolav made his way toward the kitchen area to get his own cup of coffee. If Belinda intended to stay up late, he would stay up with her.
“What’s she like?”
“Who? Belinda?” He returned to the living room area and plopped down on the sofa, taking a sip of his coffee before setting it on the coffee table. He closed his eyes and lowered his voice. “She has me by the balls, to be honest.”
He and Sergei had always been close. They’d been the last two out of the six of them to stay in Vegas and continue to fight for Yenin. For months they’d stayed after Yenin got out of prison. Nikolav blamed himself. Though he’d suspected Yenin was up to something none of them were privy to, he’d also felt bad abandoning the man who brought him over from Russia and gave him a life.
Sergei had undoubtedly stuck around to support Nikolav.
He’d held out hope for half a year Yenin would get his shit back together after he was released and resume managing his fighters. But the leader of the Russian Mafia had sent his father, Grigory Yenin, back to New York and sequestered himself in the lab in much the same fashion as Grigory.
Nikolav kept in touch at least once a week with Leo and Mikhail after they moved to Chicago, and later Ivan. When it seemed the three of them had far more gigs in Chicago working for Abram, Nikolav had talked to Sergei and the two of them had decided to join.
Their decision was made easier when the shit started hitting the fan and it seemed Yenin was behind it.
Nikolav took another sip of his coffee and then leaned back on the couch, putting his feet on the table in front of him.
Sergei chuckled. “That doesn’t really tell me anything about her. But at least I know to keep my hands to myself.”
“Please. If you value your life.” Nikolav knew Sergei well. The guy was a lady’s man. Women flocked to him as if he hung the moon. What was it with women and their animal magnetism for strawberry blond dudes with blue eyes?
Sergei chuckled as he lowered himself onto the other end of the sectional. “Message received. So I guess she’s hot?”
Nikolav moaned. “Italian.”
“Ah.” Sergei let out a long, soft whistle. “Dark hair?”
“Yep. And chocolate eyes. And her skin… Jesus.” He glanced over
She nodded. Where the hell did that leave her?
“You can have my bed. I’ll sleep on the other end of the sectional.”
“No. Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t need a bed anyway. As long as I have a pillow, I can easily sleep anywhere. You can’t share the couch while I take your bed.”
He shrugged. “Couch is huge.” He pointed at the desk. “Get your work done. We can argue later.” He winked at her and strode from the room, shutting the door behind him.
She didn’t have the energy to tell him there was no way in hell she was staying in this apartment more than one night. Somehow, someway, she would work things out with the FBI. She wasn’t going to a safe house. And she wasn’t staying with strangers in their apartment.
Even if one of those strangers was smoking hot and made her squeeze her legs together every time he was in the same room.
Chapter Seven
Nikolav returned to the living room as Sergei arrived. He locked the door and reset the alarm before dropping his gym bag on the floor near the couch. “Heard we’ve added another house guest.”
“Yep. Belinda. She’s in my room working on her story.”
“Does she always work this late at night?”
“Only when there’s an explosion she needs to document while the details are fresh in her mind.”
“Right. Makes sense.” Sergei glanced at the sofa and pointed at it. “It’s big. We’ve slept in tighter quarters before.”
“That’s what I was thinking.”
“Too bad Ivan has a perfectly good empty apartment we can’t use.”
“That is frustrating.” Nikolav made his way toward the kitchen area to get his own cup of coffee. If Belinda intended to stay up late, he would stay up with her.
“What’s she like?”
“Who? Belinda?” He returned to the living room area and plopped down on the sofa, taking a sip of his coffee before setting it on the coffee table. He closed his eyes and lowered his voice. “She has me by the balls, to be honest.”
He and Sergei had always been close. They’d been the last two out of the six of them to stay in Vegas and continue to fight for Yenin. For months they’d stayed after Yenin got out of prison. Nikolav blamed himself. Though he’d suspected Yenin was up to something none of them were privy to, he’d also felt bad abandoning the man who brought him over from Russia and gave him a life.
Sergei had undoubtedly stuck around to support Nikolav.
He’d held out hope for half a year Yenin would get his shit back together after he was released and resume managing his fighters. But the leader of the Russian Mafia had sent his father, Grigory Yenin, back to New York and sequestered himself in the lab in much the same fashion as Grigory.
Nikolav kept in touch at least once a week with Leo and Mikhail after they moved to Chicago, and later Ivan. When it seemed the three of them had far more gigs in Chicago working for Abram, Nikolav had talked to Sergei and the two of them had decided to join.
Their decision was made easier when the shit started hitting the fan and it seemed Yenin was behind it.
Nikolav took another sip of his coffee and then leaned back on the couch, putting his feet on the table in front of him.
Sergei chuckled. “That doesn’t really tell me anything about her. But at least I know to keep my hands to myself.”
“Please. If you value your life.” Nikolav knew Sergei well. The guy was a lady’s man. Women flocked to him as if he hung the moon. What was it with women and their animal magnetism for strawberry blond dudes with blue eyes?
Sergei chuckled as he lowered himself onto the other end of the sectional. “Message received. So I guess she’s hot?”
Nikolav moaned. “Italian.”
“Ah.” Sergei let out a long, soft whistle. “Dark hair?”
“Yep. And chocolate eyes. And her skin… Jesus.” He glanced over
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