Pavel finally pulls out of me, fisting his cock and finishing himself off. While he's distracted, I go to our luggage, unzip one of the compartments and take out the small pistol I found while he was in the bathroom.
I know how to shoot. My father taught me when I was a little girl, not long before Pavel came along and took me away from my family. I just hope my aim is still good.
Pavel works his dick in his hand, spurting his seed around the room before he huffs out a satisfied groan. When he turns around and sees me holding the gun aimed straight at him, his eyes grow wide and his voice trembles as he asks, "What are you doing?"
In my native tongue, I tell him, "What I should have done a long time ago."
CHAPTER 2
JACKSON
I SMILE AS I read through the texts between my cousin, Lucien, and me. He's freaking out about the engagement ring I'm currently in possession of, and I'm having a fun time fucking with him.
Staring down at the velvet box, I open the lid. A large solitary princess cut pink diamond atop a rose gold band is gently nestled in the center. Lucien had it custom made, and the shop owner told me it was one of the rarest diamonds he'd ever seen.
I didn't even ask the price that Lucien paid. I don't even want to know.
I do know, however, how much he loves Adeline, so I'm sure it was a fortune.
My phone rings, and Lucien's name comes up on the screen. I crack a grin before picking up.
"Have I ever told you that you use more emojis than a teenage girl?" he growls into the receiver.
"Well, hello to you too, Luc," I answer with a grin. "And for the record, the poop emoji is fucking hilarious. I don't care what you say."
"Just tell me you got the ring and you're keeping it safe," he demands, and I can practically hear the tension coming from the other end of the phone.
"I have it. And it's perfect. Adeline's gonna love it."
I hear an audible sigh of relief coming from my cousin, and now I feel bad for fucking around with him so much. He was clearly on edge and moody…but then again, when is he evernotthose things?
"Thank fuck," he groans. And then he asks, "How's the city?"
"Booooring," I drawl out before tucking the ring safely back into my luggage.
Then, I take the phone out on the balcony. My room isn't in the fanciest hotel in Sicily, but it's private, quiet and cozy. I've stayed here several times before, and it's the perfect place to people watch. That's my favorite part and why I keep returning.
The neighboring hotel across the street faces the one I'm currently in. I've watched numerous trysts and fights and, hell, even watched a woman simply watch TV and then fall asleep.
I've always been what many would consider a voyeur. Lord knows I've heard that word uttered more by my cousin over the past few weeks than ever before.
I've enjoyed watching Lucien and his newest acquisition.
Adeline.
Just the sound of her name rolling around in my mind is enough to get me hard.
She is the epitome of a perfect woman — petite with long, dark hair; big, green eyes and the perfect hourglass shape with legs for days.
Fuck. She's a walking wet dream.
I've been keeping my relationship with her strictly platonic, however. I want to live to see tomorrow, after all.
Lucien would undoubtedly kill me if he knew how much I fantasize about Adeline, but I don't know any straight man that could keep himself from wanting a sexy, beautiful creature like that.
He's gonna be beating men off of her with sticks for years to come. It will be extremely hard to keep a prize such as her all to himself.
But I know he's up for the challenge.
