Still nothing. No voices, no footsteps. Just the rapid thump of my own pulse roaring in my ears.
What the actual fuck?
twenty-seven
Leonid
"Ey, pakhan."Maksim turns his gaze toward me. The Rolls-Royce Phantom purrs like a jungle cat as he pushes the pedal to the floor, the dark road ahead swallowed by the high beams. I don’t look at him.
“You know that we’re not going to the usual ‘play place.’ Right?” With a sly grin, he tosses a question my way as if he doesn’t already know the answer.
I cut my eyes at him, my jaw tighter than a virgin’spizda. “I know that,mudak.Got a different plan for our little ‘guest’ this time.”
He snorts, shaking his head. “Guest? That’s what we’re calling thesukain the trunk now? Because last I checked, guests don’t usually come with a side of chloroform and cable ties.”
“Blyat, you questioning me again,svoloch?” I snarl. “I know what the fuck I’m doing.”
“Do you now?” Maksim cocks a brow, the disrespectfulkhuy. “’Cause looks to me like you’re lettinglittle Leoniddo the thinking for you,brat.”
My fingers twitch, debating whether to draw my gun on Maksim right here. But that’s not an option—I can’t afford to lose my underboss, and there’s no one else I trust behind the wheel.
“Just shut up and drive.”
“I saw how you looked at her earlier,” he goes on. “Like agolodnydog drooling over a fresh cut ofmyaso.You want to sink your teeth into that, don’t you? Eat her until she’s nothing butkosti.”
I grind my teeth so hard, I’m amazed they don’t crack.Blyat, he’s not wrong. My mind has been consumed by her from the moment she entered my vision. All I can focus on is plunging into her tight little cunt until she begs for mercy.
The memory of her beneath me flashes through my head—the taste of her skin, the scent of her arousal, the breathy little moans she made as I worked her over.Blyat, I’m rock hard just thinking about it. I shift in my seat, trying to ease the pressure on my achingkhuy.
But like hell I’ll let Maksim see she’s got me by the balls. I’m thePakhan, the big boss.
“Shut up. I just want to make her talk,” I snap. “She knows something, and I’ll get it out of her. One way or another.”
Maksim whistles low. “Something tells me you don’t mean the usual tools. Pliers, blowtorch, all thatder’mo.”
“All I know is she’s more than just an assassin,” I mutter, straining my ears for any sound from the trunk. Nothing. The chloroform’s doing its job. I side-eye Maksim, who’s wearingthat shit-eating grin I’d love to wipe off his face. “She knew exactly where I’d be.”
Maksim takes the turn with the urgency of a snail on vacation. I know he’s just as curious about our guest as I am. It’s not every day someone manages to get the jump on me the way she did. I’m almost impressed.
Almost.
We approach the gate, and Maksim slows down, rolling down his window. I watch him punch in the code. No guards here. I don’t trust anyone I can buy with money. Tech doesn’t have a price, doesn’t have a family to threaten. The cameras are enough.
We sit in silence as the gate creaks open. Maksim breaks it first.
“You know, you could’ve made this place look more haunted. Maybe some hand-carved ravens perched on the fence posts?”
I scoff. “Yeah, great idea. Why don’t I just put up a neon sign saying, ‘The Raven’s Boss Lives Here’?”
Maksim shrugs and starts up the hill. Suddenly, he floors it. There’s a loud thump from the trunk.
He smirks at me. “Oops.”
Before I can stop myself, I’m twisting around, staring at the trunk.Fuck.
Motherfucker.I flick a glance at Maksim, my eyes narrowing into slits.
Maksim flashes me a cheeky smirk, knowing damn well it’ll get under my skin. He knows exactly how to push my buttons. My fists clench at my sides.
