Page 126 of Legacy
Once the door shuts behind us, he flops down into the chair across from my desk like he owns the place, already making himself at home.
“So,” he starts, propping his boots on the edge of my desk, “how the hell didyouland a woman like that?”
I don’t look up from the shipment logs I’m reviewing. “We’re not talking about her.”
He lets out a whistle. “I mean, I get it now. I wouldn’t want to share either. That mouth, those eyes, that—”
My gaze snaps up.
“Maksim.”
He just smirks.
But I’m already standing.
“If you ever talk about her like that again, I’ll put a bullet in your fucking mouth and no one will find your body.”
He raises his hands in mock surrender, laughing. “Relax. She got you by the balls that tight already? I get it.” He pushes off the desk, stretching. “You’ve obviously got shit to fix. I’ll leave you to it.”
He’s halfway to the door when he glances back. “She doesn’t look like she belongs to you, by the way. No ring. Just saying.”
The door shuts behind him and I sit down hard, breathing through the fury.
I try to focus on the upcoming weapons shipment—timing, who we’re bribing this week, I’m lost in the logistics when I hear a laugh.
Herlaugh.
Soft. Warm.Real.
And it hits me like a fucking bullet to the chest.
I get up without thinking, following the sound.
The kitchen.
She’s there, still in those damn jeans, hugging those thighs, standing by the counter with a cup of coffee in hand. Maksim is across from her, leaning casually, talking about something that’s making her laugh again.
Her eyes shining.
Athim.
Then I see it.
His hand brushing hers.
Something in me snaps.
“Get the fuck out.”
My voice cuts through the room like a blade.
Maksim looks up, a smirk on his face, then chuckles.
He holds up his hands. “Calm downDon Amato. Didn’t mean to step on your leash.”
He turns to Adriana, all charm. “Thanks for the coffee, krasivaya. If you ever want to talk or just get away from the brooding type—call me. I owe you.”
He leaves, and the moment the elevator doors shut, I turn to her.
