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I heardthe Pakhan’s voice over the intercom in the back of the limousine.

“Did you find her?” he asked.

“Yes,” said Andrei shortly.

I heard the head of the Bratva chuckle, and he switched to English.

“Welcome back, Cerise,” he said. “I’ve never seen Andrei so crazed as these last weeks when he didn’t know where you were. Tearing, ripping, he was like a mad cougar without its cub.”

“You’d think he’d be nicer once he found me then,” I retorted sourly. My ass was still throbbing.

The Pakhan chuckled. “The Bratva Angel is your problem now,dorogaya devochka. Welcome to the family, dear child.”

Then he hung up the phone.

There was a short and pungent silence, and I didn’t dare to look at Andrei.

He rapped on the glass and ordered our driver to pull over.

33

CERISE

Vladimir was deputized to go find me some pants and a shirt. When he came back with them, Andrei pulled me inside a nearby hotel, then marched me down the hallways.

“Are you sure you want to take a woman in Vladimir’s idea of fashion to lunch?” I asked. “The word JUICY is on BOTH my ass cheeks.”

“Stay here,” he said. “I’m going to go wash my dick.”

I heard the gentle clink of spoons and cups down the hall, and I walked a few steps to see if I could see inside the tearoom.

If there wasn’t anyone else with JUICY written on both her ass cheeks, I was definitely going to refuse to go in.

I hadn’t even made it to the kitchens when I heard Andrei come up behind me, yanking me back on his chest.

“Where the fuck were you going?” he asked furiously.

“To the tearoom to get a cup of tea, you psycho!” I said irritably.

He tightened his hold on me, twisting my shirt, his arms crushing my body to his.

“I thought you wereintothe chase,” I said breathlessly.

“Not anymore,” he ground out. “The second I knewyouhad run away from me you broke and shattered my lust for the chase forever. I don’t give a shit about that anymore. I want you to stay in one goddamn place where I can keep an eye on you.”

A quick, unguarded smile crossed my face, and he suddenly flipped me around and tossed me over his shoulder.

“Don’t smirk at me, brat,” he said, smacking my ass three hard, sharp times in a row.

I struggled against him as he carried me down the hall, but it was like struggling against a cement block.

“Help, this man is kidnapping me!” I called out to what looked like a nearby policeman, grabbing at his sleeve.

He turned around sharply, but when he saw the Bratva Angel in front of him, all tall, coiled power and danger, he touched his hat respectfully and said, “Good evening, Mr. Petrovic.”

“What fucking good are you?” I complained down the hallway at him as Andrei chuckled beside me.

“No one is coming to rescue you, baby,” he said, walking to an open table and putting me down. “Now I want you to kneel down and suck my cock to show you’re sorry for running away.”

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