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This isn’t good. Why wasn’t I pulling the trigger? His presence was intimidating, his dark aura possessing everything around him, including me.
My legs itched to pace backward as he neared me, but I forced myself not to move an inch away. There was no way I’d let him see the effect he had on me. Fuck, I hated how the presence of this ruthless crime lord was affecting me. My father would spit curses to the devil if he had any idea how much of a failure I was right now.
I hadn’t finished handling the turmoil in my head when my gun came in contact with a certain hardness. The only thing between me and Andrei right now was my stretched arm and the .45 it was holding.
Andrei’s jaw twitched. His eyes had flames in them, and I could see the veins in his neck swell. “What is it, malysh?” His voice was terribly thick with a Russian accent to spice it up—just like the man whose blood splattered on me minutes ago—only, the man’s voice had no spice that made my blood rush.
What the hell was I thinking? I was standing in front of the most notorious mafia boss in New York, yet I was thinking of spice and deep-voice-effects. Get a hold of yourself, Adrienne. “I’ll shoot you if you fucking move one more time.” I meant it, and although I’d rather never have blood directly on my hands, it was better to kill than to be killed.
And knowing the men in our gruesome world, death would be mercy after being kidnapped, drugged, and fucked without your consent several times. And from everything I’d heard, a man like Andrei Levov could do a lot more than that.
He opened his mouth as if to say something but was interrupted when someone shot in our direction, missing bursting his brains by only an inch. We both ducked. I looked in the direction of the shooter and saw it was Ricco.
Andrei attempted to take something out from his suit vest. I kicked his hand and tried to make a run for it but strong warm hands gripped my legs. Panic set in, I tried to kick him with my other leg, but he gripped it too, dragging me to himself with such speed that my .45 fell out of my hand.
Ricco and the other guys stopped shooting when they saw I’d been captured. Andrei’s hand wrapped me steadily to himself. This wasn’t the moment, but the warmness of his body was ridding me of my senses. His earthy scent filled my nose; my brain started to dissect the ingredients his perfume was made of. Sandalwood, patchouli, and rosewood.
“Let the girl go,” Ricco’s grumpy voice demanded. He was a large, tall guy with a fittingly large muscular belly and curly raven hair.
“Pochemu ya dolzhen?” Why should I? Andrei asked. His voice possessed a calmness that sent chills down my spine. “You’re the ones who crossed my territory.”
“Take me, let the girl go.”
“No!” I shook my head at Ricco. “Don’t—”
“You are mine now, malysh,” Andrei growled. “You do not speak unless I ask you to.” His grip tightened on my neck. “Drop your weapon,” he said to Ricco.
I shook my head again, notifying Ricco not to drop his weapon. He looked hesitant for a while before stretching his gun out on the floor.
“Good. Now, who do you work for, malysh? Paola?”
“I haven’t heard of that name before,” I lied. My father had once said it was best to be discrete in an attack like this. In his own words, it didn’t matter if I was dying, as long as it was not an open war between the two mafia families in New York. I’d rather die in the attack than betray him. There was no mercy for anyone who did that, even if that person was his daughter.
“Do understand, child. I cannot let both of you walk out here alive.”
Nothing in the world could have prepared me for what happened next. There was no warning, no bang. But there was a thud, and there was blood, spreading on Ricco’s chest, and life faded away from his face.
I’d always thought Ricco was immortal, just like my father and the devil who had his arms wrapped firmly around my neck. I wanted to scream, shout, but it felt as if watching Ricco’s blood paint the ground seeped away every ounce of energy I had left.
“Keep this in mind, malysh,” Andrei said in a rough tone. “The next time I see you will be the day you die.”
I nodded, holding back tears that were meant for Ricco, and making my own promise to Andrei.
The next time I see you will be the day you die.
Chapter 2 - Andrei
I have no issue killing women for one reason: my enemies have no gender.
But then, no woman had ever had the balls to point a damn gun at me. This tiny woman standing in front of me with her ass pressing against my dick was the first one.
And she’d not just pointed a gun at me. She’d dared to try and kick me in the balls. Fucking bitch.
The thought that I almost got kicked in the balls by a woman sent adrenaline through my veins and I tightened my arms around her small neck, threatening to squeeze the life out of her if she so much as moved the wrong way.
Strawberry and lavender scents from her white, long hair dominated the smell of alcohol, death, and pungent nitroglycerin swirling in the air. I sniffed her hair, wrapping the length of it twice in my hands as I drew her head back, making it as painful as possible.
She stiffened under my touch, probably trying her best to hide the fear that was making her legs tremble. I wondered if she was cursing me or swearing to kill me. It wouldn’t be odd for a woman like her to think she had a chance at killing a man like me even though the chances of me fucking her life out of her were greater than whatever chance she had at taking mine.
