Page 300 of Legacy
My groan is low. Feral. “Keep talking like that, Tesoro, and we’re not making it upstairs.”
She smirks. “Maybe that’s the plan.”
When the elevator opens, my hand slips to the small of her back, fingers grazing over the curve of her ass like I’m branding her. My wife is fucking perfect.
A sudden squeal breaks through my thoughts.
Vasilisa barrels toward us barefoot, laughing, blonde hair flying like gold thread.
“Adriana! You look gorgeous. White suits you.”
I scowl. Tiny isn’t wrong.That’s the damn problem.More eyes on my wife.
Adriana beams. Vasilisa giggles.
Santo’s not far behind. He wraps an arm around his wife like he’s locking her in place, nodding at me, then at Adriana.
He’s looking at hertoolong. It’s the first time I’ve ever wanted to gouge my brother’s eyes out.
“No shoes?” Adriana asks Vasilisa, her voice breaking my murderous thoughts.
Vasilisa shrugs, cheeks flushed. “Must’ve left them in the office.”
Santo clears his throat, his gaze landing on mine. “They’re waiting in the conference room. Maksim’s already there.”
Of course he is.
Gone for weeks, back for one day, and he thinks he runs shit.
We head down the corridor toward the heavy doors. Santo pushes them open. Everyone’s here, my men and Maksim’s. Scattered shadows filling the room.
Santo drops into a chair and pulls Vasilisa into his lap like it’s instinct. They move as one.
I guide Adriana to the seat beside mine at the head of the table, my hand resting on her thigh. She looks at me, soft smile tugging at her lips.
“Nice of you to join us, Amatos,” Maksim drawls, sprawled in his chair like he owns the place, hair dyed midnight blue today, the metal in his face gleaming in the light as his gaze flicks to Vasilisa. “Nice to see you again, Kisa.”
She smiles; sweet and lethal. “Feeling’s not mutual, cousin.”
Santo doesn’t blink. Just pulls a snack cake from his jacket, unwrapping it like it’s a weapon and hands it to her. She takes a bite like it’s peace.
Maksim’s eyes cut back to us, but for a split second, they soften when they land on Adriana. It’s quick, but I see it—the ghost of the smirk, "Nice dress."
“Nice hair,” Adriana notes, dry amusement in her voice.
Maksim’s lip twitches, a spark of whatever dynamic they had when she wasn't speaking to me.
I don't like it.
“Let’s get to it,” I say before I aim my gun at his face. “We know where Arsen is. What’s themove?”
“We flood the compound,” Maksim snaps. “Overwhelm them. Break them.”
“You want to send everyone?” I raise a brow.
“We can’t fuck around and play slow. NovaRael pulled the intel you two got, it checks out. The underground ring is legit, but they’re small.”
Beside him, Vaska twirls a knife like he’s bored. “Quick. Fast. Efficient. Cut them off at the knees.”
