“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”
The bartender just held his stare and then shifted his attention to me. “I just bartend.”
“And?” I prompted, curious about his main occupation.
“And that’s it,” he said coldly, and went back to wiping dishes. Excuse me, but what? How could a strong, virile man just work behind a bar in the mob? He sure as hell would have been put to good use in different areas with his muscles.
Before I could question it though, Michael’s phone vibrated; he read his message quickly and stood abruptly. “Rosa, you done?” Gulping the leftover tea, I nodded, and he clapped his hands. “Great, let’s go then.”
He grabbed my arm, practically dragging me outside, and I only had time to wave to them and shout, “See you later.” They waved back, although neither of them raised their heads to look at me.
What a strange couple.
Once outside, the light breeze cooled my heated skin, and a car waited for us. “Come on, babe.”
I didn't even have time to blink. He pushed me inside, the door closed behind me, and the vehicle drove slowly to the gate. “What the hell?”
Strong hands wrapped around my neck as my breath hitched and Dom’s mouth took mine prisoner in a heated kiss, where our tongues entwined and his hands gripped my waist painfully. “Moya krasavica,” he murmured, nuzzling my neck while my nails scratched his hair on the back of his head. “Missed me?”
“Yes.”
He tugged on my hair harder, exposing my collarbone for his greedy licks. “Me too. Leaving you alone in our bed was torture.”
My skin prickled from his light touches, an inferno running in my blood. “Where are you taking me?”
“Sightseeing. Time for you to discover the beauty of Moscow.”
This information snapped me out of my lust-filled haze, and I sat up straight, as he frowned in displeasure. “Oh, my God, really? Where exactly?”
His lips lifted in mischievous smile, looking so out of place on his hard-as-granite face. “You’ll see.”
Dominic
“Your phone is about to die, Dom,” Rosa whined, clicking thousands of times on the camera button to save the beauty of Red Square in the evening. “What if it shuts off before I can capture it all?”
Secretly, I hoped it would; I planned this as a romantic getaway. Instead, my woman jumped around the Square like a monkey, while my hands twitched to prop her on my shoulder and kidnap her to Irkutsk, where the house I could think in was located. The fucking dress of hers exposed those sexy curves, just begging to be molded by me. I growled a few times at men admiring her body, so they’d know to stay away.
Vitya murmured, “You’ll have an entire collection of postcards after this trip.” I chuckled, as he winked while mybykistood in the background, headed by Gleb.
The man still preferred to stay away from me after he touched my woman. I couldn't really punish him, considering I hadn't introduced her officially, so the blame was on me. However, the bruise on his skull along with a broken wrist satisfied the beast inside me. After all, no one in this world had permission to touch what belonged to me.
The reason I brought her here for our first trip was that I longed for her to feel this special atmosphere with every fiber of her being. The huge square shone under the various lamppost lights, as small, colorful bulbs decorated the huge trees, giving the place a special, vivid attraction. Several souvenir shops displayed modern Russian art along with masterpieces of icons, magnets, andmatryoshka, which were several small dolls nesting in a bigger one. Rosa squealed like a little girl and bought one of each item, while Vitya had to carry them around before she was done, and he placed them in the car.
We explored tents with freshly baked rolls, buns, and muffins, which smelled heavenly, and tempted the visitors to try them out. We had been walking around for two hours, when Rosa became mesmerized with St. Basil’s Cathedral. She stopped several times to study the domes from different angles with unexplainable curiosity. Thankfully, the light breeze provided good enough weather, without us having to drown in our own sweat. Yeah, Russia had become my home, and I loved the hell out of this country.
“Rosa, let’s take a break,” I said, snatching the phone from her fingers as she glared at me. “How about dinner in my favorite café?” Plus, the pakhan couldn't be in open territory for such a long time. Even though my men had control over the square, I felt their frustration by their nervous tapping and guns ready to fire. We didn't need trouble in the main street of the city. Police officers would be a pain in the ass to deal with. “Please,krasavica?”
“Okay. But wait a second.” She grabbed the phone back, lifted it above us while pouting her lips and kissing my cheek, while she clicked on the side button. Happy with the results, she dangled it in my face. “We have our first selfie together.”
“More like my first one ever.”
Her eyes widened. “Really? You’ve never taken one before?”
“What for?” Placing my hand on her lower back, I guided us in the direction of the Bosco café located a few feet away from us.
“For fond memories.”
“Haven’t had much of those,krasavica.” We reached the café, a host greeting us with a blinding grin. Despite the heat, he wore their standard uniform. Black pants, white shirt, and suit jacket, along with a black bow tie around his neck.
