Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“Where were you? Was this you?” Z whispers, taking my elbow and guiding me to one of the dining chairs.
“Have you been somewhere, Alyona?” Andru asks, still watching the way his sons are acting and the questions they’re asking.
“I had something important to take care of, but it’s done now,” I assure them all.
“It was you,” Rodion says in astonishment. “I can’t fucking believe you risked yourself like that. I want to punish you and please you all at once.”
“How?” Z asks and I place a finger to my lips and jerk my chin in the direction Ven went, because he went to call Vlad fucking Vasilev, his best friend, and Yuri’s son.
“He’s gone outside.” Andru nods to the kitchen window. “You can speak freely.”
Sure enough, Ven is pacing the green lawn, his phone pinned to his ear.
“I find it incredibly hard to believe you could have been involved in Yuri’s death,” Andru states.
I work to control the rising heat of my temper and scoff. “Good, let’s hope everyone believes that.” I feel both offended and disgusted by a man who could keep not just a prisoner, but his son’s brother, under Yuri’s watch for nearly two decades. Allowing Yuri to hold information that could shake the twins’ foundation is inexcusable. It’s no wonder he is so cautious about taking action against Yuri.
“You really did it.” Z laces his hands behind his head staring at me like I’m the ninth wonder of the world. “How?”
“I heard it was a heart attack.” I shrug, running my hands through Rodion’s hair enjoying the weight of him and ignoring the fire racing up my leg from the cut Yuri sliced into me. Exhaustion washes over me being in their presence as a peace settles in my chest. Would it be rude to tell Andru to fuck off so we can be alone for some of the punishment and pleasure Rodion mentioned?
“I would have loved to have seen him suffer,” Z comments.
“Yes, it’s a shame he didn’t die from something more befitting, like a beating, some bladed weapon perhaps, or some of the punishments he likes to dish out, like choking on a dick,” I say sweetly. And Andru chokes on his drink. “Or all of the above.” I wink.
Z beams at me. Rodion gets to his feet and lifts me while he takes my seat and plants me in his lap, nuzzling into my neck.
“Well, it appears our problem has been taken care of by mother nature.” Andru claps his hands together. “Should we pour another drink to celebrate?”
“Oh, the celebration will come but we still have to discuss Adam Cunningham,” Rodion says, tipping his head down to me. “He’s out, love.”
Fucking perfect.
After putting Yuri Vasilev down, Adam feels more like an annoying wasp trying to sting me. We will need to handle him, though, because even wasp stings can turn deadly. Just when I thought we could take a freaking breath, another problem rears its head.
“I’ve heard of the Cunninghams, but Adam’s connections are so minor that they didn’t warrant my attention until now,” Andru explains. “He deals in products that neither the Vetrov nor Vasiliev families are interested in, and his drug trafficking is currently small-scale, primarily involving diluted products among motorcycle gangs. However, his company has positively evolved since its inception.” He nods, seemingly impressed. “His logistics company is not only where he earns his legitimate income but also where he generates his illegal profits.”
“I plan to interrupt that illegal income,” Rodion informs his father.
“Agreed. We cut him off from the parties who use his company to move the product.” Andru nods. “I will put that into play straight away. I know just the man to arrange this. He has connections to the Sins of Eve motorcycle club. Consider it done.” Andru waves a hand like it’s as easy as breathing to make biker gangs do whatever he declares.
“It doesn’t hurt to spill some blood too,” Ven adds, rejoining us. “You’ll find men like Adam grew up sheltered, entitled, and haven't seen real violence, not where he’s on the bloody end of it, anyway.”
“I agree.” Z nods his approval, surprising none of us. Getting his hands bloody is Z’s favorite pastime. “I vote it be for Levi.”
“Why can’t we just eradicate Adam?” Rodion says, rubbing a palm up and down my spine. I lean into his touch resisting the urge to purr like a feline.
“Too many eyes looking his way right now. His best friend is also Maddox Whitmore. Media attention follows the Whitmores now with the rumors his uncle is interested in the governor’s position, and apparently Maddox is set to marry soon,” Ven announces.
The governor news I wasn’t aware of, and clearly Ven isn’t aware that Vika is the bride-to-be either.
Shit, I should let her know Ven’s in town.