Viktor stood, clapped a hand on my shoulder, and grinned down at me. “Stop being a little bitch and go kick down her door.”
Andrei chimed in immediately, “Well, you don’t have to kick it down, but yeah. Viktor’s right. Stop being a little bitch.”
I stared at both of them incredulously.
“You two are insufferable.”
“We learned from the best,” Andrei snorted.
Viktor spread his arms wide. “Face it, Mikha. You want her. She wants you. She wants all three of us, probably. And you’re here trying to drown yourself in vodka instead of doing something productive like pinning her against the wall and dicking her down.”
My jaw clenched.
Viktor nudged me with his foot. “So? Just go already.”
Andrei smirked. “Unless you’re scared.”
I stood abruptly, the chair scraping harshly across the floor.
“Screw both of you,” I muttered.
They grinned in unison.
Andrei leaned back, smug. “We’ll still be here when you’re finished.”
With a sneer, I turned and walked down the hallway.
Straight toward the guest room where a certain young woman was hiding out.
I stopped in front of her door, jaw tight, my pulse pounding harder than it had any right to. I tried the door handle and unsurprisingly, it was locked.
I knocked once. Hard.
“Katerina.”
Silence.
I knocked again. “Open the door.”
A beat. Then her voice, muffled through the wood, dripping with sarcasm.
“Go away, Dragunov.”
My fingers flexed against the frame. “I came to give you what you want.”
“That’s funny,” she said. “Last I checked, what I wanted was to be left alone.”
“You don’t want that.”
“You don’t know what I want.”
“I know exactly what you want.”
“Oh, really? Enlighten me.”
“You want me,” I said. “Open the door.”
She made a sound, half scoff, half dry amusement. “If you’re here to flirt, try again. Preferably with someone else.”
