I leaned down and whispered in her ear. “I want to party. And I’m looking for the best stuff money can buy.”
“Really?”
The words that came from between her lips were almost a whisper. I leaned in closer our lips almost meeting.
“Yes.”
Playfully, she smiled and her eyes went to my lips.
“I’m connected enough. Your brother has gotten a taste a few times.”
“Is that right?”
“It is,” she licked her lips.
I leaned in a little closer.
“And what was it that you wanted?”
“I want to finish what we started that night,” she smiled.
Leaning away from her, knowing I had just laid the perfect trap, I smiled at her. “I would like to wine and dine you before all that. We should have dinner one night.”
Yasmine lit up like a Christmas tree, and I knew thoughts were dancing behind her head. “So you’re not seeing anyone anymore?”
“No,” I stated going back to my desk chair.
“Well you pick the time and day and I will have that name for you…but only when that date is set,” she stood.
With a wink, she left my office. Her blonde ponytail swishing behind her. The door closed with a soft click. Immediately, I took out my phone and put Valentin and Liam on three-way. I was not dicking around with these two today and wanted to make them aware of the plan.
“I say bring her to dinner tonight,” Liam quipped.
He was calculating; he was the type to pull the trigger but you’d never have an inkling that it was him.
“Why?” Val and I both asked at the same time.
“If there’s anyone who can sniff out and get a sense of things it's those women of ours,” Liam replied.
“I don’t know,” I stated.
“Bring her,” Liam stated again. “Nova’s cooked a delicious pot roast and honestly I think she’s trying to get me as fat as she is.”
“Well he’s the boss,” Val stated.
“Is someone annoyed their father didn’t take over the Bratva?”
There was silence and Valentin spoke. “I could arrange your death, just know that cousin.”
“Not if I arrange yours first, Spare Heir…also fuck you.”
I coughed.
If I let them go on, they would banter like this for another thirty minutes. Some days, you would think they hated each other.
“I shall bring the woman,” I replied.
“Good, we’ll see you at six-thirty.”
The call ended and I groaned. The prospect of having Yasmine think this was an actual date just so that I could get the name of the very foolish drug dealer who thought coming into my territory and selling bad coke was a terrible idea.
It had to be done.
I stopped second-guessing myself and cracked my neck.
Yasmine would be giving me that name by the end of the night if I had to torture her to get it.
