Page 47 of Inferno

Anticipation sizzles through me as I approach; checking through the spyhole, my mood sinks when I see Misha.

With a sigh, I open it and let him barrel through without even a hello.

“I assumed you’d be busy?” I slam the door shut and make my way into the living room, finding him slouched on the couch with his feet up on the table.

Running a ring-filled hand through his long blond hair, he grins.

“I’m free for ten minutes. Vlad wanted me to check on you. Make sure you’re behaving.”

I roll my eyes.

“You managed to take your dick out of someone for ten minutes to be my handler. How kind of you. I’m fine. Off you go.”

I point to the door and he jumps to his feet.

He towers over me probably by a foot. I know I could take him out, Drago taught me well in that aspect. It’s not the size of my opponent, it’s the skill.

And Misha’s skills apparently are restricted to bedroom activities.

“If you want, sweet cheeks, you can be my ten minute appointment. Vlad never has to know.”

I pull away abruptly as he tries to stroke my face.

“Get the fuck out,” I seethe.

He smirks at me, and it reminds me of Vlad. That darkness. Evil lying beneath his eyes.

I step back to get some space from him. He’s one of Vlad’s top men.

That doesn’t mean I’ll bow down to him. He doesn’t own me.

“You want me to tell Vlad what you just said?” I tilt my head and return a smirk.

I can play with the best of them.

“Like he’d give a fuck. You’re merely his property.”

“Ouch.” I hold my hand over my heart.

I hate my husband with every bone in my body.

“Okay, well, how about this?” I step forward into his space.

“You touch me without my consent, I’ll slice your fucking balls off and feed them to you.”

He chuckles but I harden my stare. This dumb asshole has seen me fight. He knows he would lose.

“You’ve seen what I can do, Misha. Your battle skills do not match mine. We are not equal. I will make you suffer. Now, get the fuck out of my room. I’ll see you for the meet tomorrow when we have word from Drago.”

I watch his face redden and the vein in the side of his head pop.

“Go on. Be a good boy and fuck off.”

“You’re a bitch, Charlotte.” He points at me, his jaw clenched.

I smile sweetly at him.

“You’re lucky I’m being a bitch. I could be your nightmare. Goodbye, Misha.”

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