Page 125 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
Reaching out, I pick her lifeless body up and carry her back through the boat, up the stairs, careful not to hit her head, through the stateroom, and out onto the deck. The staff is paid well to stay silent. They are also people I have known for a long time, trustworthy people. Also, my reputation precedes me, and they know not to double-cross me as I don’t take too kindly to people I trust turning on me. None see the light of day ever again.
Sergei is waiting at the end of the dock with a Jeep for us.
Placing her body into the back seat of the Jeep, I secure a seatbelt around her stomach hoping it’s enough for her not to faceplant into the back of my seat.
Sergei gives me a concerned look as I take a seat next to him before putting the Jeep into gear and speeding off to the heliport.
Twenty minutes later, we arrive, and I pick her up like she’s a sack of potatoes and carry her toward our helicopter.
Sergei takes the pilot’s seat and starts his preflight checks.
While I try and maneuver the woman into the seat, every part of her is floppy, making it hard to get her belted in. Her head lulls to the side and smacks the glass with a thud. She lets out a groan but doesn’t open her eyes. Shit. I try to sit her back up, but she slides down again thankfully, this time not smacking her head. I run around to the other side and jump in. Securing myself first, I wrap my arm around the woman letting her rest her head on my shoulder instead. She mumbles a bit but snuggles into me, her warm breath slides over my skin, and for some odd reason, sets my body on fire. It’s been a while sinceI’ve gotten laid. My body thinks because it’s in the presence of a beautiful woman it’s go-time. It most definitely is not go-time nor will it ever be with her.
An hour and a half later, we land at my villa in Tuscany, high on a mountain with nothing but country roads, vineyards, and quiet surrounding it, perfect for an international hitman to hide out. Sergei has his own villa nestled further down in the vineyards. I was thinking about setting the woman up in the cellar, but even I’m not that cruel, not when she is suffering so much. Also, I have hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of wine down there, I do not need them destroyed.
Sergei organizes one of the never used guest suites for her. There’s a stunning view over the rolling hills from her balcony when she wakes. She will have her own ensuite, too. Fingers crossed she doesn’t destroy this one.
“She’s covered in glass, Max, she needs to be cleaned up. I don’t want her sleeping in that filth,” Sergei tells me as he moves into her ensuite and turns the shower on. He plays with the temperature getting it right, once he’s satisfied, he steps away. “I’ll leave you to it.”
“What do you expect me to do?” I ask him.
“Throw her into the shower, clean her up.”
I turn, looking at the crumpled woman on the floor.
“You want me to wash her?”
Sergei rolls his eyes. “I’m not about to fucking do it.”
“She can do it when she wakes up,” I argue.
“We may be villains, but we can still have compassion, Maxim.”
It’s like being scolded by my father. He’s right. He always is.
“Fine.”
Sergei smirks and leaves me with the girl.
“You have become a lot of trouble, little one,” I grumble as I begin to strip off, leaving my black boxer briefs on. Crouchingover her lifeless body, I stare trying to work out where to start. My hand finds the zip in the back and pulls it down exposing her tanned skin. Then I slide the straps over her body and expose her white lace underwear.Do not look, Maxim. Be a fucking gentleman.She has no shoes on, she seems to have lost them along the way. I pick her up and take her body to the now steam-filled bathroom.
I sit her on the marble seat in the shower and play with the shower head so that it is focused on her. My eyes dip down and notice her underwear is completely see-through. Dammit. My dick twitches. Now is not the time.It will never be the time when it comes to this woman.
“What the?” she splutters when the water hits her face.
“You have glass all over you,” I tell her.
Hearing my voice, she stills, those jade-green eyes widening as she focuses on me. Her eyes then travel down the path of my nearly naked body, over my chest, down my abs until she lands on my dick.
“Get away from me!” she screams.
I hold my hands up, showing her I mean no harm, but her fear is
palpable.
“I was trying to help.”
“In your fucking underwear,” she curses at me.
