Page 19 of Her Russian Master
She couldn’t figure out how to exhale.
She hadn’t realized just how much shehadtrusted the Russian until now.She’d believed he’d get her out of this.Believed he’d keep the other two men off her.But now he’d gone.
And a bad scene was about to get much, much worse.
Yuri’s soul receded.His chest was filled with stone as he walked down to the car with Freddo, leaving the only light in his life in a hotel room with Tommy.
Chances were good she’d be killed.Well, fifty-fifty really.But those weren’t odds he was willing to take.Not with hissolnishko.And he didn’t trust Tommy not to rape her, either.Not after the shining example Yuri had given him.Heknew what he’d done with Lucy had been consensual, but it sure as hell hadn’t looked that way.
Tommy probably couldn’t wait to get his cock into her.
“Was that your phone?”he asked, patting his pockets like he was looking for his.
“What?”Freddo said, car door open.
“I heard a text.”
Freddo patted his pocket but, as Yuri already knew, the capo’s phone wasn’t there because Yuri had slipped it out and dropped it on the floor before they left.
“Fuck,” Freddo swore.
“What?”
“I must’ve left it in the room.”
“I’ll go up.”He hoped he hadn’t offered too quickly.
Freddo hesitated.“Yeah, I guess we need it.”
“Be right back.”He jogged away before Freddo could decide to accompany him.Into the hotel, up to the third floor, using the staircase rather than the elevator.In the stairwell, he put the silencer on his gun and stowed it in his jacket pocket.
He had the clear-headedness of a stone cold killer as he entered the room.Emotion had receded, reflexes had quickened.His body had gone loose like it did before a fight.He entered through the bedroom, not the suite.Tommy stood over Lucy with his pants down, cock in his fist, a terrible leer smeared across his ugly face.
Three bullets and Tommy was dead, his shocked mug another face Yuri would have to see in his nightmares.
“Quiet.Stay quiet,” he hissed, although Lucy had already closed her mouth around her scream.He stowed the gun and stalked around the bed where Lucy hyperventilated, eyes wide as saucers.
He found her panties on the floor and yanked them up her legs, then pulled down her skirt.No way he was letting someone find her bare-beaver like that.
“What are you doing?”
“Just wait here,” he clipped.“You’ll be all right.”
“What?Don’t leave me!Please!”
He cursed, but stalked away.Even a few extra seconds could ruin this whole plan.“I have to, baby.But believe my promise.You will be safe,” he said from the door to the living room suite, steeling himself against her terrified face.
From his phone, he sent a text, then erased it.He grabbed Freddo’s phone, praying the bastard hadn’t decided to follow him up, and switched on the voice activated recorder as he jogged down.
Three years, and he hadn’t been able to nail Don Diego because he never received any direct orders himself.If he wanted to nail the don tonight, it would have to be on Freddo’s phone.He took the elevator this time, to give him a chance to slow his heart rate and school his features.Cracking his neck as he walked out, he made his face slack and bored.
Freddo pulled the car around with a screech of the tires.Yuri jumped into the passenger side.“Here you go.”He held the phone out.
“You ain’t worried Tommy’s gonna bang your girl?”Freddo demanded.
It took all his concentration not to fist his hands.“She’s not my girl, she’s just hot piece of ass I wanted to fuck.But no.I told Tommy I’d fucking stuff his balls up his ass if he did.”
Freddo chuckled, amused, as always, by the talk of casual violence.“She’s not your girl, but you’re not sharin’, ah?”
