Page 65 of Sinful Promise

“What about Emily?”

“I’ve got it covered, Danil. Try to relax.”

He’s joking, right?

How the hell am I meant to relax when Igor Ivanov has a target on Emily’s back?

Mikhail smirks as I take a seat beside him. “Nice outfit.”

“Fuck off.”

If I had known we were meeting with the rest of the family, I would have insisted that Dimitri stop by my apartment so I can change. My brothers and cousins don’t need more ammunition when it comes to taking the piss out of me.

One of the waitresses appears, and her cheeks immediately turn red when she looks my way. Poppy’s a sweet girl, and if Emily wasn’t around, I’m sure I would have hooked up with her multiple times. But it wouldn’t be fair to her to take her to my bed when I’m so hung up on another girl.

Which means I will spend yet another night alone, with nothing but my hand, to offer me some relief.

She turns to Anton. “Would you like another round, Mr. Koslov?”

“Yes, thank you, Poppy.”

“Would you like a vodka too, Danil?”

I shake my head. “Actually, I’ll have a Macallan, neat.”

Alexei lifts his hand. “No, you fucking won’t. You’re a Koslov. We drink Vodka.”

Poppy’s eyes widen, but I offer her a warm smile.

“Ignore my brother. It seems he has something stuck quite far up his ass.”

Dimitri roars with laughter, and Poppy’s lips twitch as she types out the order on her tablet.

Mikhail smirks. “He fucking loves it, though.”

Anton scowls as Poppy walks away. “Please don’t scare off my staff. Now I’m going to have to give her an even bigger tip.”

Mikhail winks at me. “I’m sure Danil could take care of that for you. Unless, of course, you already have?”

Nikolai chuckles.

“Not my type,” I mutter.

Dimitri catches my eye and for a moment, I wonder if he can read the truth on my face.

Anton scoffs. “Fuck off. Since when do you have a type?”

Nikolai frowns. “Her tits not big enough or something?”

I scowl at my cousins.

This isexactlythe sort of thing I wanted to avoid tonight.

“Can’t you guys pick on Mikhail for once?”

“Go ahead if you’ve got a death wish.” Mikhail swirls the vodka around his glass.

Dimitri chuckles. “He’s got a point. I’m not sure even Alexei would pick a fight with Mikhail.”

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