Dmitri shrugged. “When he touched you, you shrunk in on yourself. I’m already regretting not breaking each individual finger.”
Cold air whipped against my skin as we exited the bar without incident.
“But what I’m wondering,” Dmitri’s voice was completely casual as he opened my car door, but the tension in his shoulders set alarm bells off. “Is why someone from theMorozovBratva was so desperate to talk to you.”
Of course the man’s tattoos hadn’t escaped his notice. Nothing did.
The mobster’s words thumped in my mind as Dmitri circled around the car and slid in. A life outside of the Bratva?
People who were born into the Brotherhood died in the Brotherhood. Even when my father beat me so hard my vision went white, I’d never fantasized about it.
I sunk further into the heated leather seat. Dmitri caressed his finger up and down my knee, waiting for my response.
“He made me an offer.”
“What kind of offer?” The blankness in Dmitri’s tone had me sitting up straighter.
“If I give them information, they’ll get me out of the Brotherhood.”
“Hmm.” Dmitri stroked a circle on my thigh, his face giving away nothing. “What did you say?”
“Not interested.”
Dmitri nodded, but the complete lack of expression on his face left me wriggling in my seat.
“What is it?” I said.
His finger stilled on my thigh. “Are you reconsidering?”
I grabbed his huge hand and laced his fingers between my own.
“Dmitri, I promised you I wasn’t going anywhere, andI meant it.”
“You better fucking not.” All niceties had been shed from his tone. His voice was now an animalistic growl. “If you ever leave, I’ll hunt you down, throw you over my shoulder, and haul you back to where you belong.”
Dmitri grabbed my chin roughly. His mouth slammed against mine, and his tongue swiped against my lips hungrily. I opened for him instinctively, enjoying the rough brushes of his tongue.
He dragged my body against his own, and needy sounds were my only answer to his insistent touch. Dmitri pushed my underwear to the side, and roughly thrust his fingers inside. Pleasure pulsed through me as he added in another finger. A moan slipped through my lips. It went up an octave when he bit down hard on my neck.
An instant later, he pulled away from me and my insides pulsed against nothing.
“Why’d you stop?” I said, not even bothering to hide the whine in my voice.
I followed his furrowed gaze, and reality clapped against me, completely erasing my arousal. Our target was throwing up into a trash can.
Shit, the poison I’d slipped into his drink.
“I swear,” Dmitri muttered to himself. “When I’m with you, I forget anything else exists.”
Dmitri wasn’t alone in that feeling. Only when he was near me was I able to untangle that choking dread.
“Stay in the car. I’ll make sure it’s handled.” His tone brokered no room for argument.
Before I could tell him to be careful, the door slammed shut, and the darkness threatened to engulf me.
Chapter sixty-seven
Alisa
