Page 17 of Cruel Russian Monster
I let my gaze deliberately drop to her breasts, then back up to her face. Her cheeks flared red.
She crossed her arms over her chest in a poor attempt to shield herself.
“Seduce you?” she scoffed. “How do you seduce a man who no longer has a soul? If you think I’d ever want you to touch me again, you’re delusional.”
She spun, trying to storm off, only to slip on the water-logged floor.
I caught her before she hit the ground, pulling her flush against my chest. She looked up at me, defiance fading from her eyes, replaced by something softer. Something I'd seen before…lust.
Feeling her this close again made me want to bury myself inside her and never come up for air.
We stood there for a few moments, a magnetic pull drawing our lips closer.
Suddenly, my phone rang, shattering the moment.
I released her slowly and without a word or second glance, walked out of the room.
“Lev, what is it?”
Lev's voice was strained. That was how he always sounded right before he flew off the handle, and for him, that was a rare occurrence.
“There was an explosion at Drakon.”
Fuck!
Drakon was the club Avit and Pyotr ran together.
I bolted down the stairs, heart racing, not giving a damn that I needed to change my clothes. My brothers needed me. I'd change at the office later.
“Injuries? What about Pyotr and Avit? Are they okay?”
If one hair was singed on my brother’s head, someone was going to die.
“They’re fine. Shaken, but alive. We’ve got casualties, though, and innocent fatalities.”
“Where are you now? Have the police arrived? What about the fire department?”
“Marten is taking care of the firefighters; I've called our connections inside the department to get their asses to the scene. I'm one minute out.”
I jumped into the car, and Tomas hopped behind the wheel.
“I’m on my way.”
I hung up and pocketed my phone.
“Tomas, to Drakon.”
“Yes, sir.”
One hour later, my brothers and I were gathered inside Lev’s office at the headquarters downtown.
“We need to find these fuckers and kill them,” Marten growled. “First Mariya and Ninel, now Avit and Pyotr? They're getting way too fucking close.”
“I agree,” I said.
I wanted nothing more than to sink my knife into the hearts of the bastards who went after my siblings.
But first, we needed to confirm who the hell did it.
