“Nah there’s no way. They fucking hate him as much as we domoy brat.” I start to get lost in my thoughts about how we’re going to deal with the Italian rat when I hear Lev winding his window down while telling Mikhail to stop the car immediately. I almost snap my neck to look at him and lean forward, grabbing my gun from the back of my suit.
“What is it Lev?” I grit out when I notice he’s moving to hang out the window.
“My my my, imagine running into you like this myboginya.” I hear Lev half shout as Mikhail brings the car to a stop and pulls in to the sidewalk.
My idiot fucking cousin now has his head and shoulders out the window, leaning on his forearms, tensing them to put on a show for whoever he’s calling over.
“Oh my god Lev! What are you doing here? I thought you were going to be at the club?” A girl replies from the sidewalk.
“Yeah we’re on our way back now. Just had some business to do. Youdve krasavitsywant a ride with us rather than walking?” He says in a playful tone I’ve heard him use a thousand times on women. I jab the butt of my gun in to his thigh to get his attention but the fucking asshole doesn’t even flinch.
“Moy bratwe have to go.” I say in my loud business tone so he snaps back to the reality that we have the Italian mafia’s Capo’s son in the trunk of one of our cars. He turns to me and throws me a look that says ‘don’t fucking ruin this’ and I shake my head while I tuck my gun back into my suit trousers.
“Umm I think we’ll just keep walking and we’ll meet you there Lev. Thanks for the offer though!” I hear the girl speak again.
It starts to rain and I sigh. I know Lev is going to tell the girl and whoever she’s with they can’t be getting wet and offer a ride again, and just as I think the words he says them out loud.
“C’monkiskait’s raining and we have to keep you both looking as beautiful as you do now for the club.” He opens his door and climbs out. I pull my phone out to text the drivers of the other two cars and let them know what’s going on. Just as I’m about to press send a warm body is shifting into the seat beside me.
I see a pair of legs sticking out from a slit in a long black dress. They are being crossed one over the other to reveal more skin and are accompanied by a voice that sounds so soft, I can almost feel it like silk gliding across my skin.
“Thank you so much for this, and I also wanted to the chance to thank you for the other night. I don’t think I’ve ever been that drunk before and I honestly don’t even know how that happened. I’m so embarrassed that you had to witness that, and I just needed to apologise. Sorry, I’m rambling.” She lets out a breathy laugh before continuing with her word vomit.
“What I mean to say is thank you for getting Alina and I home safe.”
I realise at the mention of Alina that this is Lev’s latest conquest and her friend. The girl that was drugged by Nero’s guy.
I forget about the text I was sending as I look from my phone to see who the voice and legs belong to, and when I do, I realise I am well and truly fucked.
Chapter Six
Willow
What the fuck is happening right now. I’m in the back of the BMW that was parked outside our apartment just a couple days ago. The guy Alina brought back, Lev, has pulled her onto his lap in his seat by the window. They are laughing and chatting while hip-hop music plays in the background and then there’s me, squashed between them and none other than the God who picked Lev up the other morning.
When I first got in he barely spared me a glance before going back to his phone, not even a ‘Hi, hello, fuck you for ruining our drive to the club’, nothing.
Of course he’s an asshole. Nobody looks like he does and has a nice personality to match because that would just be too perfect.
“So Willow, Alina tells me you both work in a bookstore together. Do you enjoy the same dirty books she does?” I hear a laughter filled voice pulling me from my thoughts. Instinctively I look up at the God wondering if it was him who’s finally decided to make conversation, but he still hasn’t looked from his phone.
He can clearly see me looking up at him and yet he doesn’t even grace me with a side-eye. This is so awkward. This is why I tell myself not to get caught up over how a guy looks.
“Hey, Willow.” I hear my name again and I realise I’ve been staring at the God for an awkward amount of time. Of course it was actually Lev who asked me the first question and now it’s Alina who’s singing my name to get my attention.
“Uhh sorry, the wine from dinner is making me a little tipsy.” I try to laugh the very obvious staring at the God off as I turn to look at them both.
Lev looks at me with the same boyish grin he gave me the morning I saw him leaving our apartment.
“It’s all good Willow. I’ll keep Ivan on standby so you guys can get home again tonight.” He teases with a wink and I feel my face flushing.
“Absolutely not. We have work tomorrow so we’re only having a couple tonight to celebrate Willows birthday.” Alina chimes in to save me from saying something that will make me embarrass myself further.
“Ohhh well happy birthday Willow. We’ll get you girls a private booth on the balcony so you can relax tonight then, won’t we D?” Lev says before he brings a hand up to move Alina’s hair away from her shoulder and starts whispering in her ear.
She has a hand on one of his arms that’s holding her tight around her waist, and I can see her start to dig her nails into him.
So here I am, wedged between my best friend whose probably close to an orgasm from Lev’s words alone and an absolute unholy hot jackass of a man who hasn’t spoke one word to me but who is making me forget my own name.
