Page 60 of Plunge into Obsession

I had seen men pissing themselves at that look in his eyes.

I smiled at him.

He shook his head and let out a small chuckle. “Fucker. What’s got you so distracted in New Mexico? Or should I say who?”

“Mi prometida.”

His brow furrowed. “You know I don’t speak Spanish, man.”

I shook my head. “You should learn. It would be beneficial, considering your relationship with the cartel.”

He rolled his eyes and said a long sentence in Russian, and judging from the look in his eyes, I’d say half of it was insults slung my way.

I grinned at him, and he flipped me the bird. “As the head of the Michoacán Cartel, don’t you think you should learn some Russian?” he countered.

I laughed and shook my head, flagging down the waitress for another beer.

We were at one of their nightclubs here in New York City. It was barely one in the afternoon, so the place wasn’t open, and there weren’t many people working there except for one waitress, the bartender, and the manager.

The waitress came by quickly with my beer, not making eye contact.

Nikolay watched her walk away. “I think you scared the poor woman.”

I didn’t comment on that. If anything, she was probably scared of him. Of the three men who headed the Bratva, Nikolay was the most volatile. It made him good at his job but not so good when it came to building relationships.

It was a surprise Catalina even let him touch her.

“What were you saying about someone in New Mexico?Mi…”

“Mi prometido,” I repeated just as Mikhail Volkov, the second of the three men who ran the Bratva, came back to our table after taking a phone call.

He paused in his step and looked at me, surprise evident in his eyes. “You’re engaged?”

I smiled a little. Of course he could speak my mother tongue.

Nikolay let one eyebrow rise.

“My fiancée,” I supplied.

“When did this happen? Were you planning on inviting us to your engagement party?” Nikolay asked.

“Did I hurt your feelings?” I asked drily.

He rubbed his chest. “Broke my heart.”

I rolled my eyes at his antics.

“Congratulations, brother,” Mikhail said, grabbing my shoulder and squeezing.

“Yeah. Who’s the unlucky girl?” Nikolay asked. “And when will we get to meet her?”

I ignored his first question and answered the second one. “You’ll get to meet her as soon as I let her know about our short engagement and impending marriage.”

Both men said nothing for a moment. Then Nikolay threw his head back and laughed. “And they call us monsters. Who knew theCapoof the Michoacán Cartel could be so fucking twisted?”

I leaned back in my seat and took a sip of my drink. Mikhail didn’t say anything for a while.

I turned to the silent man, something about his blue eyes giving me pause.

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