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"Who?" he asks, and as the other men hang on our conversation. Before I explain what details I know to a further extent, I decide to fill Logan and Jake in on who we are speaking of. I glance around the table, directing my conversation to those sitting with me. "Yerik Petrov was the patriarch of the Petrov family. My family and his have had a mutual respect. An understanding of power amongst the two empires. Him being murdered, on his deathbed, has had a ripple effect within the hierarchy of our two families." I look to Nikolai once more. "His only son, Vadim, challenged my authority the other day when I stopped by the Petrov estate to pay my respects to Yerik's widow. He was none too pleased by my presence, and all but made his intentions clear that he does not wish to hold up the alliance our families have held for many years now." I let all the information I've handed so far sink in. The expression on Nikolai's face tells me he understands the caution we need to have moving forward.
"This guy, Vadim," Jake inquires. "You gettin' the feeling he's about to start a shit storm?"
I nod. "Vadim hated his father. He hated the alliance between the families." Reaching for the whiskey bottle, I pour myself another drink. "Elena asked that I check on Misha. She is Yerik's daughter who lives in the States, Chicago to be exact."
"And how are Misha and her family?" Nikolai asks.
"Doing well for herself and is happy." I pause to take a sip of whiskey. "She believes it was Vadim who killed their father. If not himself then had someone do it for him."
"Killed by his son? You have to have a lot of hate to kill your own flesh and blood," Logan quips.
Nikolai shakes his head. "Vadim is a spineless weasel. He does not have the guts to get his pretty manicured hands dirty. I can agree with Misha that her brother is to be suspected of the crime, but like the coward he is, he hides behind someone else as he watches his father die."
We sit silently for a moment drinking our liquor before Jake tells me, "You know the club has your back if you should need us. You've done a lot for my men, and I'm happy to repay the favor anytime." I raise my glass and accept his offer before downing what's left of my drink.
"It's getting late. I say we find our women and go home for the night." Logan downs his final shot then stands.
"I'll crash here for the night," Nikolai announces then makes his way upstairs to his room here at the clubhouse.
Joining Logan and Jake, we walk outside finding the women gathered around the fire, several holding sleeping children in their arms as the older kids roast marshmallows over the open flames. Glory catches my stare, whispers to her best friend, Grace then stands. After saying her goodbyes to the others, she saunters in my direction. She stops in front of me. "You drunk,Krasivaya?" I smirk when she wobbles a bit.
"Nope," she smiles. "Just a little buzzed."
"Victor should be here. I'm taking you home with me tonight." Her eyes trail my body. The heat in her stare causes my cock to twitch.
Glory licks her lips. "Maybe you'll get lucky tonight." Her fingers trail down the front of my shirt. My phone rings interrupting us. Pulling it from my pocket, I answer.
"Yes?"
"Sir, I'm out front," Victor informs me.
Taking Glory's hand in mine, I thread my fingers with hers; then I turn to Logan and Jake, who have been watching us. "Son, Jake. We have enjoyed ourselves. I will see you again soon." I shake Jake's hand, then direct my next words to Logan. "Bring the family over for brunch soon?"
"You got it," Logan agrees, and I nod.
With Glory's hand in mine, I lead her around the building to the front of the clubhouse where we find Victor waiting beside the car. Opening the door, I wait for her to climb in and slide across the backseat before jumping in myself. The ride to my estate is quiet, but the air is thick with sexual tension pouring off both Glory and me.
Once Victor pulls the car to a stop at the front of my home, he peers in the rearview mirror. "Do you need anything else for the night, Sir?"
"No, Victor. I will see you in the morning."
"Thank you, Sir." He waits as I climb out, and escort Glory from the car to the front door before driving around back to the small guest house he has to himself. Once inside, Glory follows me up the stairs.
"I'll show you to your room, which has an en-suite. I had the housekeeper prepare everything before we arrived. If something is not to your liking, please let me know, and I will make changes."
Glory comes to a stop. "My room?" she asks.
"As much as I want you in my bed, I won't presume that is where you want to be until the words leave your mouth." I turn to continue down the hallway.
"I want to be in your bed, Demetri." Her words halt my movement just as my fingers grip the knob to open her bedroom door.
Turning, I face her. "Make certain this is what you want." I take two steps toward her, coming face to face with the woman who has captured my heart. "You will not use me, Glory. I will not use you. This will not be just sex," I warn her.
"I'm willing to try."
Those were the only words I needed to hear. Pressing her back against the wall, I bring my mouth down on hers, kissing her as if my life depends on it. Gripping her ass, I lift her off the floor, her sandals falling from her feet as she wraps her legs around me. Glory grinds down on me. I growl feeling the heat from her center. Keeping my hold on her, I step away from the wall and walk us further down the hall. Throwing the door open, we enter the master bedroom.
"Fuck, where did you learn to kiss like that?" Glory rasps as I lay her down on my king size bed that sits directly in front of the large floor to ceiling window overlooking my property. Reaching up, Glory tries undoing the buttons on my dress shirt, but I stop her.
