Leonid must see something in my face because his expression softens slightly. “It doesn’t have to be that way. Just tell me who you are and what you mean by I killed yourbrother.”
For a moment, I’m tempted. But then I remember Jake, broken and bloody. This man, this monster, is responsible for that, and now he is pretending he doesn’t remember?”
I lift my chin, meeting his gaze. “Do your worst. I’m not telling you shit.”
Leonid sighs, shaking his head. “Have it your way,myshka.” He moves to the door, pausing with his hand on the knob. “But remember, whatever happens next is on you.”
The door closes behind him with a soft click. I slide down the wall, my legs giving out.
What have I done?
thirty
Leonid
She's so fucking hot when she’s angry.
Those blue eyes turn stormy, like the sea before a tempest. Her cheeks flush a deep red, chest heaving with each breath. It’s like watching a goddess of war come to life, and it sets my blood on fire.
I slam my room door shut, my cock already half-hard just thinking about her. But I don’t lock it.
Pizdets. She tried to kill me, and here I am, getting turned on like some hornymudak.
I rip off my tie, nearly choking myself in the process. My shirt follows, buttons flying as I tear it open. I need to cool down, but my skin feels like it’s on fire.
What are you doing to me, krasotka?
Knowing she’s right there, right beside my room, my cock grows even harder.
Govno. What the fuck is wrong with me?
But my eyes are already darting to the bank of monitors on my desk. There she is, pacing my playroom like a caged tiger. Beautiful. Dangerous.
Christ, the way her ass moves in that fucking dress… I want to sink my teeth into it.
“Fuck,” I growl, adjusting my rock-hard cock in my pants.
I should be in there right now, making her scream. But not the way I want to. I should be interrogating her, finding out who sent her. Instead, I’m here, watching her like a fucking peeping Tom, fantasizing about bending her over every surface in that room.
Blyat. I need a drink.
I stride over to the bar in the corner of my office and pour myself two fingers of vodka. The first sip burns, grounding me. I down the rest in one gulp.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I fire off a message to Maksim.
Me:
Any intel on our mystery woman?
I wait, drumming my fingers against my thigh. The response comes faster than expected, my phone buzzing in my hand.
Maksim:
Patience,Pakhan. It’s only been an hour since you asked me to dig. What’s got you so worked up?
I grit my teeth, typing furiously.
Me:
