The corner of my mouth lifts, and I turn my attention back to the window, watching as Georgi dangles the whip over Anton’s groin, which makes the rapist shriek, the sound shrill.
“Christ,” Santino mutters.
“I gave them the serum and told them there are rats all over them, so right now he probably thinks there’s a rat about to eat his…you know what,” I explain what’s going on.
“Damn, woman.” Our head of security glances at me, looking impressed. “Remind me to never fuck with you.”
I let out a burst of laughter, which catches me completely off guard.
Georgi’s head snaps in the window’s direction, then he comes stalking out of the cell.
“Did you just laugh?” he asks, a stunned expression on his face.
“Uh…yes?” I point at Santino. “He said something funny.”
Georgi throws the whip in the corner of the room, then grins at Santino and me. “That was the first time she laughed out loud.”
Santino wags his eyebrows at Georgi. “I made her laugh.”
“Motherfucker,” Georgi growls, before landing a hard punch on Santino’s shoulder, who chuckles like it’s some love tap.
Georgi spins around and closes the distance between us with two huge steps. Grabbing hold of me, he tilts me backward and presses a possessive kiss to my mouth.
Only when I’m breathless, and my lips are tingling, does he right me on the stool.
“Come with me,” he says. “I have work to do while the serum wears off.”
I jump to my feet and take hold of Georgi’s hand. He leads me to the upper levels of the warehouse where boxes of illegal goods are stored, along with crates filled with weapons.
“Boss, is Raya coming in?” a man asks.
“No, she’s looking after her niece. What’s up?”
The man gives Georgi a confused look. “Her niece? But…Huh?”
“My kid, dumbass,” Georgi informs him. “Why are you looking for Raya?”
His kid.
I lower my head as a smile forms on my face, loving that he’s just decided Simi is his.
“The one crate is filled with duds. None of the guns have triggers,” he informs Georgi.
“Show me.”
Before he can take a step, I pull on his hand. “I’ll wait with Santino while you work. I don’t want to get in the way.”
“You’re not leaving my sight,” my man mutters, tightening his fingers around mine. “And you can never get in the way.”
For the next two hours, I watch as Georgi takes care of business, and I learn how much work goes into what he does.
Just as I forget about Boris and Anton, Georgi leads me back down to the cells, and when we enter the room, Santino is splashing buckets of water over the men.
“Check if the serum has worn off,” Georgi says.
I enter the cell, and seeing their pupils aren’t blown wide anymore, I nod at Georgi.
“How were the hallucinations, fuckers?” he asks.
