Page 27 of The Den of Sin
I had fought the attraction for her from the moment we met. I kept reminding myself who her mother was, how much she cost my family. None of it mattered to my dick though.
But that night, I lost that battle. At that moment, I didn’t give a shit who her mother was, about her affair with my father, nor what it cost my family. I cared about nothing and nobody. Just Isabella in my arms.
It was the sweetest surrender. She should have gotten so much better than me for her first time. I was so blind with lust and need for her, I didn’t even realize she was a virgin. A damn virgin, and she didn’t even fucking warn me.
It was hands down the best night. For whatever she lacked in experience, she made up for with her enthusiasm and passion. And sweet Jesus, she was perfect. Everything I never knew I wanted and needed.
Till the early hours of the morning came, and I woke up with a reminder what her mother cost my own mother. Her mother was the reason my own mother was dead. To add icing to the cake, there was also a threat from the Santos family, and I couldn’t risk Tatiana’s or Sasha’s life. I even told myself I was doing Isabella a favor by dumping her ass. She wouldn’t be on the radar of any other mobster. Unlike her mother who liked to sleep her way from one mobster to the next one.
My father always told me that Marietta Taylor was under Santos’ protection. The natural assumption was that Isabella fell under their protection too. Except there were so many holes in that protection and my father’s desperation in hunting the woman he loved ended up costing him his life. Tatiana was barely in high school, left an orphan and cared for by her mobster brothers.
What a clusterfuck!
I didn’t have the whole story, nobody did, till I spoke to the actual woman my father obsessed over herself. Unfortunately, it was months after I did the damage. And Marietta’s daughter bore the brunt of it.
I knew I had to let her go. I knew we could never be, her mother sealed it even before Isabella was born. The best thing that ever happened to me, and it lasted less than twelve hours.
My phone desk buzzed. “Miss Candace on line two.”
Damn it, I really didn’t want to hear from her. I already sent her payment for letting Ryan Johnson between her legs.
I picked up the line. “Yes.”
“Ahhh, Vasili. It’s me.”
“What do you want?” I barked out, not in the mood for her or any other woman, unless it was Isabella Taylor. Even if she hated my guts, I still wanted to be around her. When she spoke with that soft warm voice and watched me with those rich caramel brown eyes it soaked through my skin and all my thoughts fled. Except for one.Mine.
“No need to be all rude with me,” she purred and the sound agitated me. “I’m just giving you a fair warning.”
“And what’s that?”
“Ryan Johnson wants his girl back. He hired an investigator to find her.”
I straightened in my seat. “You are supposed to keep him busy.”
“And what would you have me do, Vasili? Tie him to the bed and fuck him, till he stops calling her name.”
“If that’s what is necessary,” I gritted out.
“Well, it’s over. He won’t call me nor see me. And now, he is adamant about going after her.”
Can’t anything go right today?I groaned silently. Today was a disaster from the moment I woke up.
I ended the call without another word and typed up a message to Adrian to ensure he kept an eye out for Ryan. There were two undercover men watching Tatiana and Isabella, but Adrian was their direct bodyguard. He was the only one I trusted so close to them.
Adrian’s reply was instant with confirmation. And a heads up on where the girls were going tonight. I would make an appearance. After all, Isabella was now in my town, and I’d make her mine… even if I had to sledgehammer all those walls she kept up. I’d burn down my own city, if I had to.
Sasha strode into my office without knocking.
“By all means, come on in,” I told him sarcastically.
He just grinned and threw himself into the chair. “We might have a problem.”
Fuck, another problem?
“What?”
“Santos might suspect it wasn’t the Mexicans that eliminated his father.”
