Page 58 of Torn Souls

Angelo lets out a low whistle. “For a man like your father, who has been dancing with danger for a long time, those words are heavy. He would probably say he’s been selling his soul all these years to provide for you.”

I scoff and shake my head. “Greed doesn’t keep a child warm or cared for.”

Angelo’s eyebrows hit his hairline, but then pride seems to overtake his surprise. “You are a formidable woman, Oaklynn.”

It’s not a question; he states it as fact. Even though it shouldn’t, warmth fills my chest.

Having a powerful man, even though he’s not mine and will never be, gives me a sense of confidence. It’s unavoidable.

“Don’t flirt with my woman, my soon to be wife, Amato,” the threat in Kirill’s command is easy to hear.

Angelo turns his attention towards Kirill and gives a single nod of understanding.

“I’ve also been hearing about Mikhail Morozov gaining some control of the streets with drugs and promises of power,” he throws the words out there.

“We are aware of both issues,” Kirill states, a certainty and a promise unsaid. “Both fronts are being monitored and will be taken care of when the time is right.”

“Fighting a war on two fronts can determine the outcome,” Angelo’s words are cryptic, but hold weight. “If you find that you need someone at your back, don’t hesitate to call me. Nothing good can happen from Mikhail gaining a following in this city.”His face turns cold, “We will not go back to a Morozov being in power.”

“Agreed.”

Kirill delivers that one word like a vow; one I know he will uphold.

Angelo turns his attention to me and flashes a knowing smile, but there’s nothing smarmy about it. “It is good to see that these men have such a strong woman at their sides.”

I try to prevent myself from reacting, but I can feel my eyes widen slightly. It’s not like we were hiding it, but we certainly weren’t advertising the fact that these men, all four of them, are mine. Hopefully, my father doesn’t find out, not because I care about his opinion, but it would mean he’d try and use it to his advantage.

There is power in secrets.

“If you’re interested in sticking around, I’d be happy to give you space on the floor for a show,” Angelo offers, his tone casual. “Or you can utilize one of our girls, on me, of course.”

My lip curls up in a snarl before I can stop myself. “That’s a generous offer,” my voice is sickly sweet and completely fake, “but we will have to pass on both.”

Angelo holds his hands up in supplication. “Of course, Oaklynn. I figured that would be the answer, but it would be rude of me to not make it available to you.”

I give a nod as Kirill stands and holds his hand out for me. After I slide my hand into his, he helps me stand and starts to lead me away from the table. “I’ll let you know if there’s anything you need to get involved in,” Kirill throws over his shoulder.

The walk back through Second Circle is just as assaulting as the one inside. At least this time, I know I don’t want to see anything that is going on. My curiosity is completely gone and the only thing I want is to get out of here.

Romeo is, again, a constant presence as he leads us back to the entrance. I’m grateful because it means I have something to focus on and it’s easier to ignore all the sounds being made around us.

Once we’re back in the car, it feels like I can finally breathe again.

I’m sitting between Maxim and Kirill in the back with Baker driving and Huck in the passenger seat, the same as we were when we were driving toward Second Circle. The difference this time is the butterflies in my stomach now aren’t about fear and uncertainty, but anticipation.

Maxim’s hand is on one of my thighs and Kirill’s is on the other. Kirill tugs and uncrosses my legs as his hand slides up the slit. His palm is warm as his grip turns punishing.

“Knowing my brother,” his voice is a low rumble, “I bet he didn’t get you panties to wear with this gorgeous dress.”

A chocked moan works its way up my throat as I lean back against the seat and my legs fall open. Kirill takes full advantage. His touch isn’t teasing, it’s determined.

The moment his fingers find my bare pussy; he lets out a growl that has my clit throbbing. Before I can take a breath, he plunges two fingers inside of me, hooking them to find that spongy spot inside of me. It’s almost too much because I was already on edge, but I let go as pleasure washes over me.

I can feel Huck’s gaze on me from the front seat along with Maxim whose fingers are also tightening on my thigh. When I look up into Kirill’s eyes, they’re hooded and filled with hunger.

“Show me who you belong to,Solnishko, and come all over my fingers,” he growls.

Like my body is not my own, as he presses his thumb down on my clit, I explode. My moans and whimpers fill the space around us, echoing and reverberating my pleasure until it reaches me again to amplify how much bliss is flowing through my body.

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