Page 28 of Sinful Promise

“I thought you were meant to be keeping an eye on her?”

I bristle at my brother’s tone.

“I am. But once I saw Emily was back at home, I left for an hour to go check in on things atEspionage.”

“An hour is all it takes, Danil.”

“Don’t you think I know that? But since we can’t tell anyone, I still have a job to do!” My temper is rising, and I ball my hands into fists.

I’m so tempted to send one into my brother’s jaw, but now is not the time for us to be brawling.

I scoff. “Besides, I thought you were meant to have installed a state-of-the-art security system?”

He frowns. “I did. Though it’s deemed useless, seeing as Emily decided to leave her windows wide open while she took a shower.”

“For fuck’s sake.”

“Hopefully, we can persuade our little friend to talk, and we can get this situation taken care of once and for all.”

I hope he’s right.

I must have knocked this fucker out seriously hard, as he’s still unconscious when Dimitri and I drag him out of the trunk and into the warehouse.

Even with the two of us, it takes a while to bring him inside, considering his size and the fact that he’s a complete dead weight.

Emily wouldn’t have stood a chance against him.

The warehouse is cold and dark and reeks of stale blood.

I’ve lost count of the number of times my brothers and I have been put in a situation exactly like this one.

When are these fuckers going to learn that they can never win against the Koslov Bratva?

Dimitri and I haul this guy into an old folding chair, and I make quick work of binding his ankles to the chair and his wrists behind his back before he wakes up.

His tattooed head hangs forward, and there’s drool sliding down his chin, mixing with the blood that oozes from the gash on his jaw.

He looks pathetic, but I take a little satisfaction from the sight in front of me.

I doubt even seeing him lying dead in a pool of his own blood and piss will make me feel better.

All I can seem to focus on is the fact that I’m the reason we’re here. If I hadn’t left Emily alone, this guy would never have gotten even one foot on the fire escape.

Maybe my brothers are right not to give me more responsibility.

“He’s waking up.”

Dimitri’s words snap me back to the present, and I reach for the gun tucked into the waistband of my pants as the guy groans.

He’s huge and the moment he starts to wake, I wonder if I shouldn’t have chosen something more industrial than cable ties to bind him to the chair.

I guess I’m about to find out.

“Wake the fuck up!” Dimitri sends his foot into the guy's shin, causing him to cry out.

My finger flexes on the trigger of my gun. “Trust me, that’s nothing compared to what you’re going to experience if you don’t start talking,”

He groans, and my temper flares.

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