Page 13 of Born into Chaos

He groans and runs his fingers over his smooth jawline. “I’ve got a baby face, man. That could be decades from now.” Looking between the three of us, he asks, “So what’s going on?”

“You seen Radomir today?” Timofey asks him.

“No, I haven’t seen him since last week. What’s going on?” Isaak looks between the three of us and then gives a soft laugh. “I’m guessing I won’t be seeing him again.”

“You guessed right,” Timofey says. “You two need to keep selling as usual. You should have enough product to last the week, right?”

“Yeah,” Pasha says, “we’ve got plenty.”

Timofey nods. “Good. We’ll have someone else in place to take over before you need to restock. If you do happen to see the fucker, text me immediately.”

“Will do,” Pasha says while Isaak nods in confirmation.

Timofey turns to look at me. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

We leave the club, and I’m even more pissed off than when we first arrived. I was hoping I’d get to take my anger out on someone and that I’d be going home with bloody hands, but that’s obviously not happening tonight.

When we’re back in Timofey’s car and on our way to Pink, he says, “I can’t believe that fucker has the balls to steal from the Bratva.”

I let out a harsh laugh. “He’s not going to have them for long.”

“No, he’s not,” Timofey agrees, letting out a laugh of his own. “What a fucking idiot.”

“I want in on this tomorrow,” I tell him.

“As long as Svetlana is in for the night, I’m okay with you being a part of it.”

“I’ll make sure she is,” I say, making him laugh again.

“Yeah, she’s real good at taking orders.” He looks over at me, obviously still amused. “Svetlana and Mia are just like their dads, both of them handfuls. I don’t know why in the hell you didn’t ask to watch Yelena. That girl’s an absolute sweetheart. She’d never give you any trouble.”

“Sveta doesn’t give me trouble,” I say, feeling the need to defendher. “We have an understanding. She pushes things, but she never crosses the line.”

“Well, I’m glad it’s working out.” He pulls into the parking lot, driving around to the back so he can drop me off by my bike. “If you ever get tired of the bodyguard thing, you know they’d reassign you if you wanted. I mean, I’m guessing she’ll be getting married at some point, and then you’re just going to be stuck guarding her and a bunch of babies. I know you better than that, Vitya. That shit’ll drive you crazy.”

My stomach knots at the thought of Svetlana getting married and having some other man’s kids. The idea of watching some asshole put his hands on her and fucking a baby into her tight little body has me seeing red. The reaction is instinctual, lightening fast and all-consuming, and there’s not a goddamn thing I can do to stop it.

I manage to grunt out a response before getting my ass out of his car. He drives off, leaving me with a feeling of despair that surprises and irritates me in equal measure. Hiking a leg over my bike, I look at the large building in front of me. It would be so easy to go inside and pick up one of the strippers for the night. I could let off some steam, lose this sexual frustration that’s like a noose around my neck, and finally get some relief, but I can’t do it. I can’t bring myself to get off my bike and walk in. I don’t wantthem. I wanther. And if I can’t have her, then I don’t want anyone.

It’s a depressing realization, and by the time I’m stepping back into my apartment, I’m more than ready for this day to be over. I put onPlanet of the Apes, smiling every time one of the apes grunts. I finally fall asleep around one, and after a restless night where I’m plagued with nightmares of my brother dying, I wake and take a quick shower, wanting to grab a coffee before I have to meet Sveta.

An hour later, I’m in the elevator with a black coffee and a vanilla latte. Sveta is waiting for me when the doors open. She sees the latte in my hand and smiles, and it lights up her whole damn face. Even with her jacket on, I can see how the red sweater she’s wearing hugs her body, accentuating the tits that drive me crazy on a daily basis, andending right on the round curve of her ass. She’s so fucking beautiful that I’m forced to look away, because sometimes watching her is too damn much for me. It hurts too fucking badly, and some days I just can’t take it.

Today is one of those days.

I accept my fate with a sigh, knowing I have several long, painful hours ahead of me.

Chapter 2

Svetlana

My heart breaks a little when Vitya holds the drink out to me and looks away, like he can’t even stand the sight of me. I try very hard to not think about the fact that he went out last night, because picturing him with another woman makes me want to toss the scalding cup of coffee in his face right before I vomit all over his nice black boots.

I take the latte, my anger momentarily appeased when the sweet drink hits my tastebuds. When we start to descend, he reaches into his leather jacket and pulls out a small bag before silently handing it over to me. I smell the blueberry muffin before I even open it and take it out. It’s my favorite muffin, the one I always get when I drag him into the coffeeshop on the corner, and I can’t help but be touched that he remembered.

“Thank you,” I tell him before taking a huge bite and giving a soft moan when I get a taste of the juicy blueberries. It’s still warm, and I’m already halfway done with it by the time we reach the SUV.

I’m still happily chewing away when he lets out a soft grunt. I swear I have this man’s grunts memorized. He has a variety of them,and this is hisfor fuck’s sake, put your goddamn seat belt ongrunt. I smile and take another bite. Sometimes I just feel the urge to annoy him.

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