Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
I did what I had to do. That’s all that happened. I had no choice. I had to grind in that evil, arrogant bastard’s lap and stroke my breasts all over his—
His chest. Smooth slabs of muscle, gloriously warm and firm through his tailored shirt. Glimpses of caramel skin and the dark swirls of tattoos through the gaps between his shirt buttons…
I tore my mind away from the memory, my face heating. I was uncomfortably aware of how slickly wet I was. Well, that was natural, when I’d been grinding along his cock, and he was so hard and so...big.
Jesus, I hated that man. Why did someone so evil have to be so hot?
And why had he saved me? He could have just let Amvrosy shoot me, and I would have been out of his hair for good. But he’d covered for me. And he’d seemed almost protectively angry that I’d put myself at risk.
My steps slowed. Was it possible that he…
No. I shook my head and carried on walking. A monster like him? He wasn’t capable of feeling anything, for anyone, least of all his enemy. Maybe he’d just wanted to make sure it was him, and no one else, who killed me.
He hates me.
And I hate him. Right?
When I climbed into Calahan’s car, he let out a sigh of relief. “Finally! I was just about to come in there. What happened?”
“Nothing,” I said weakly. I showed him my phone. “Here. I got Amvrosy’s brother’s phone number.”
As Calahan stared at the photo in disbelief, Yolanda leaned forward between the seats. “What really happened in there?” she asked gently.
“I told you, nothing.”
Yolanda chewed on her lip for a second, glancing down. “Then...why is your top on inside out?”
14
GENNADIY
“A Lamborghini Huracán in Mantis Green,” said Valentin. “Should fetch around $400,000.” When I didn’t respond, he looked at me over the top of his clipboard. “Gennadiy?”
“Hmm?”
He sighed. “Brother, concentrate!” He walked to the next car, a sleek red wedge. “A 1987 Ferrari Testarossa. Worth about $200,000. We could sell it, but I think we should send it to that senator in LA as a bribe. He’s always wanted one.” He waited. Sighed. “Gennadiy!”
“I was listening.”
“No, you weren’t. Where’s the Ferrari going?”
“...Dubai?” I guessed.
“No! What’s the matter with you? You’ve been distracted all day.” He frowned. “Is it a woman?”
I looked away. “No!”
Valentin crossed his arms and frowned. “It’s ever since you came back from New York.” His face fell. “Tell me you haven’t started something with Konstantin’s girlfriend!”
“No! Of course not!”
Valentin’s eyes went wide. “The Black Cat! You were going to stop in there! Did you get a lap dance from one of Amvrosy’s girls?” My poker face must have slipped because he covered his mouth with his hand, half shocked and half delighted. “You did, didn’t you?”
“So what if I did?” I snapped and looked away. “Perk of the job. No big deal.”
Except that it had been a week and I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. The soft push of her small breasts against my chest, the way her warmth soaked through my shirt. The silken kiss of her hair, finally released from that tight bun. The way we’d locked eyes as she’d climbed all over me: her body was gorgeous, but the most hypnotic thing had been her eyes, and the battle going on in them.
I caught my breath as I remembered the feel of her soft folds stroking my cock through just a few thin layers of fabric. That feeling was now on a permanent loop in my head, and it had turned me into a pawing, snorting beast bored of anything but sex. Before, I’d wanted her. Now, I needed her. I needed her on the hood of one of these cars, naked and spread, my cock ramming into her—
“Gennadiy!”
I looked up. Valentin had moved onto a blue Porsche and was looking at me despairingly.
I sighed. What was it about this woman? I’ve been around plenty of beauties, but I’ve never felt like this. The shirt I’d worn for the lap dance still smelled of her, of her cherry shampoo and the soft, vanilla scent of her skin and... I hadn’t been able to bring myself to throw it in the laundry, yet.
I was...addicted.
Now, whenever I spotted her watching me, I was torn between hating her...and slamming her up against the nearest wall and burying myself in her. Luckily, I’d managed to give her the slip for a few hours. I took a deep breath and forced myself to focus.
We were at what I call the garage. It’s my second-favorite out of all the businesses we own, after the stables, and it consists of two halves.
The first half of the business is an upmarket restaurant in the center of downtown. It turns a healthy profit, plus the waiting staff overhear insider information from drunk businessmen and pass it on to Radimir, who makes millions from it. But the real moneymaker? That’s the combination of rich customers who drive supercars...and valet parking. While the customers are eating, the valets pass their car keys to a couple of hackers I recruited from the Illinois Institute of Technology, who steal the codes and pass them back. Then, weeks or months later, a team of car thieves steals the car from their driveway in the middle of the night. And we bring it here.