Page 34 of Precious Legacy

“My brother needs you, Roman.” She’s breathless, like she’s just completed the one hundred meter sprint. “Something about Ky—, Kyro?—”

“Kyrovsky?” Roman finishes for her, his heavy gaze still on me..

“Yes!”

“Who?” I frown.

“One of Federov’s men,” he answers flatly, though I don’t miss the way his fists clench.

Haven disappears again, and I don’t blame her. Unlike her, though, my intrigue is piqued a little. “Do I wanna know?”

“That depends,” he huffs, sliding his gun out from his slacks and checking the clip. Once more, he steps back into my space, the power that darkens his eyes and stiffens his shoulders so magnetizing that I almost don’t hear his question. “Are you still joining the academy?”

His question stalls me for a moment. I don’t know what that has to do with anything right now, but it seems to annoy him when I don’t answer right away.

“Answer me, Presh.”

“Yes,” I reply breathlessly.

The warmth of his body suddenly dissipates, replaced with a coldness I thought I’d prefer. Yet I find myself hugging my body while Roman’s detached gaze tours my face.

“You haven’t said anything, have you?” I stammer. “To Vee, or…”

He rolls his eyes as if I’ve offended him. If there’s one thing I know about Roman, it’s that he’s loyal to a fault—for the most part. Also, nothing offends him, so I guess that’s two things. You don’t even have to tell him to keep something a secret, becausehis honor is worth more than betraying the trust. Again, that only really applies to my brother and Haldon.

When my eyes finally meet his again, there’s a coldness framing those daunting blue eyes. “Would you believe me either way?”

“Yes,” I admit on a breath. It comes almost too easily and I hate the lack of restraint I have right now.

His lips curl into a sinful smile as he closes the distance between us and presses his lips to mine. The world around us melts away, the past five years dissolving behind my closed eyes. “Good. Now get out of here. I have to handle something.”

FOURTEEN

Ileave Alanis with the promise of seeing her later, despite her protests and an achingly hard dick that won’t go away. Thankfully, as soon as I reach Haldon’s office, which is on the same level as the VIP rooms, my erection has gone and my lust has been replaced with irritation.

“All I’m saying, Bonanno, is that was a really stupid idea.”

I push open the door to Haldon’s office, my eyes immediately landing on Milo Kyrovsky who is lounging on one of the leather couches. His body is relaxed, not at all intimidated by the fact he’s in the presence of three of The Five legacy leaders.

“Is that a threat?” I demand as I pocket my gun. “Becausethatwould be a really stupid idea.” I take a seat opposite him, mirroring his posture. The guy doesn’t scare me. The prospect of what the Russians could do is unnerving, but there’s always a solution to problems like them.

Alvaro shifts around the couch to lean against Haldon’s desk.

Since the office consumes one side of the upper floor—the VIP rooms situated on the other side—the room is large enoughto hold two three-seater couches, a large table that we rarely use, and his desk. Behind Haldon, there’s a small bathroom with all the amenities he needs.

“It’s not a threat,” Milo huffs, picking lint off his suit jacket. “It’s a warning.”

“You’re the enemy, Kyrovsky,” Alvaro growls. “We doubt you’re here to help us out.”

“No,” Milo chuckles a fake laugh. “I’m not. But I doubt you want your pretty heads on spikes. So I suggest you accept the meeting.”

“Meeting?” My brows furrow, my gaze shifting to Varo and Haldon.

Haldon cards his fingers through his hair, ruffling the brown locks. “Apparently the Federovs want to meet with us, to discuss the docks.”

“And the fact you’re no longer distributing their liquor,” Milo adds boredly. “Might I remind you that this is a legacy agreement. Your fathers agreed to this and?—”

“That was before you started fucking withmybusinesses. Withourterritory.” I’ve only been in the room for two minutes, and I’m about ready to put a bullet in this guy’s head. The whole point of working with the Russians was to forge some amicability. Since they’ve taken it upon themselves to overstep, we’re well within our rights to withdraw any previous agreement. It’s not like we need their business. We can run shit like we always have, like our fathers did. If anything, the Russians are the ones in trouble, they’re just too stubborn to admit it.

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