Page 54 of Cookie: Part One
Zhe zhought of zhem touching her… ze touch zhat vas meant only forme, sends a pure, desperate vave of agony zhrough me. It’s a physical ache, a tearing need to reclaim vhat is rightfully and eternally mine.
But I know Misha… zhis is a game to him! He’s testing me! He vants me to repent and show him just how much I vant to be his again… yes… just a game, and I’m villing to play it!
I vant zhat human bitch to know zhey belong to Veronica. And anyzhing andanyonevho stands between our perfect, all-consuming love is simply anobstruction zhat I need toremove. Quickly. Completely. Eternally. Zhen… only zhen can ze four of us finally be one, just as vee vere always meant to be.
Now I have to worry about zhis bitch! I take in every ounce of information I have until my gaze freezes on police reports. Multiple.Stalker. Restraining order.I keep turning pages and my eyes catch ze photos.
Her smiling, arm hooked around a man, like ze whore she is, leaning into his shoulder, lips kissing his jawline, smiling. In ze other phone, he looks at her vit a smile and his hand on her thigh, but she’s shrunk vitin herself, not smiling like ze first one, her light downcast and cheeks somevhat hollow…zhis is it!
I take ze photo out, examining it, zhen looking back at ze one on ze restraining order, tapping my finger, eyes narrowed.Zhis name… and zhis fac—Recognition sharpens slowly in my mind zhen something inside me cracks.
“I knew zhat homevrecking vhore looked familiar!”
“Did you find somezhing, Miss?”
“Da!” I tell ze driver, voice flat and cold. “Get ze Hashani family on ze line.” I grin, heart racing and he hesitates.
“Miss… they’re?—”
“Are you questioning me?”
“No, Miss. Right avay.”
Vhile he dials, I take in ze photographs and smile, loving ze one vhere zhat cocky vhore had been put in her place.I prefer zhat yapping dog mouth shut like in picture.
Oh darling, you picked ze wrong fight. You should’ve left your mouth shut.
Because now your little American mess is going to meetrealconsequences, and I vill enjoy vatching you discover vhat zhat looks like.
“Zhey are on ze line, Miss.” I hear and giddily reach for it.
“Vhat?” I hear over and grit my teeth at ze disrespect, but I ignore it.
“Dren, hello. You remember me? Zhis is Veronica. I do business vit your Albania family five years ago.”
“No… vhat?” he states coldly, and I close my eyes, vanting to hang up, but…
“Constan—”
“Vhere? Tell me now!”
“I… v-vell she’s here vit me in Rus—” The calls drops and I look at it, heart racing, setting ze phone down, feeling shaken.Vell, it seems like zee leetle dog might finally stop yapping.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CONSTANCE
“Misha, you’re heavy!” I mumble groggily, and he hums low in his chest, like a tiger purring as his arms wrap tighter around me.
“I have to hold you because you keep trying to run from me, Pechenye,” he rumbles, half-asleep, pulling me tight, and I sigh, feeling that delicious soreness from all four of us getting together and engaging in all the shenanigans.I swear I’m becoming a slut just like Veronica ass said! But it’s not my fault. Cumming shouldn’t feel that damn good!
“Come oooonnn. Let me up. I have to pee!” I mutter, but he places his head deeper into my neck and locks my legs with his. His hand is on my waist, lips pressed to my temple…mmm,sowarm.
“Stay,” he murmurs, causing me to sigh.
“You’re insufferable,” I whisper.
“You like zhat about me.” He squeezes me tighter.
