Page 5 of Her Russian Master
“So…” Lucy sniffed after a moment, chin lifting.
Good girl.She had unbelievable resiliency, this one.She must have.
“Who’s going to make the introductions?Yuri, the Fury, right?”
She looked at him, but he didn’t want to turn.Sitting so damn close to her, breathing in her cherry vanilla scent made it hard for him not to scoop her up in his arms, open the door and bail.Which would probably kill them both.
Freddo and Tommy ignored her.
“Don’t say my name in vain,” he growled.
She choked on a laugh.Or maybe it was a sob.Somewhere in between.“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.No more questions.”
She blew out her breath in a huff, and he lost his fight not to look.
Fucking gorgeous girl.He stared at the piercing on her cheekbone, debating whether the diamond was real.If it wasn’t, he was going to buy her a real one, as soon as possible.He wondered where else she was pierced.
That thought made his cock lengthen against his thigh so he had to shift in his seat to rearrange himself.Did those little tits sport diamond studs, too?What about that clit?
He nearly groaned out loud just picturing how her pussy must look.It would be a beauty, he knew that for sure.Shaking himself back to reality, Yuri dug her cell phone out of her purse and pulled up her brother’s number.Jake didn’t answer.
“We have your sister.Produce the money you owe in twenty-four hours or you’re both dead,” he left as a message.“Say something, Lucy.”He held the mouthpiece up to her face.
“Fuck you,” she snapped.
“Good.”He hung up.
Freddo pulled up in the back of Hotel DeAngelo, an upscale hotel owned by a friend of the don’s.They’d already booked a room.
Yuri and Tommy sprang their doors at the same time, but Tommy grabbed her upper arm and hauled her out in his direction, a gun pointed in her face.
Yuri gritted his teeth, wanting to snarl at Tommy, but he didn’t dare.If he showed how much this girl meant to him, he risked everything—the case, his job, and most importantly, her life.
By the way Tommy’s fingers clamped around her arm and the wince on her face, he could tell hiscomparewas bruising her.He wanted to knock out a few teeth for that.Instead, he bunched his shoulders up, tough-guy style, and led the way in through the back door to the elevator.
Lucy’s nostrils flared with fear as Tommy jerked her into the elevator car with him and Freddo and jabbed the button.
“Not a fucking word.Not a fucking sound, you hear me?Or I blow your head off.Someone else gets on this elevator, you keep your fucking mouth shut.Got it?”Tommy instructed her.
She didn’t answer.
He jabbed her ribs with the muzzle of the gun through his jacket pocket.“I said,got it?”
“Got it, yeah,” she huffed, but the quaver in her voice gave away her fear.
Hang in there, baby.
When they got into the suite, Tommy duct taped her to a chair, taping her wrists together, then winding a length around her torso to attach to the chair.
“You know you’re just going to have to take that off the first time she has to use the bathroom, don’t you?”Yuri asked, trying to sound casual.
Her eyes followed him and he saw her mind working, trying to figure out a way out of her dilemma.
He willed her to let it go, to trust him to handle things.Any trouble she gave them could get her hurt, and that was the last thing he wanted.But she lurched against the bonds, tipping the chair forward.When Tommy shoved it back down, tears popped into her eyes, though her face appeared mutinous.
Just the sight of those tears made his blood pressure spike.“Don’t.Cry,” Yuri spat.
