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She heaved a heavy sigh. “I can’t tell you unless you promise to help me out.”
“I don’t make blind promises, malysh.” That was an unspoken rule in this dark underworld and rules aside, my promises didn’t hold water, so I didn’t bother giving them out.
“I’ll give you something else in return,” she blurted desperately.
I held back a chuckle. I didn’t see anything she had to offer, except her body. Dammit! I hated those marks that distorted her satin olive skin. Finding out who the hell hurt her was a good exchange for helping her deal with whatever the fuck she needed me to deal with, unless, of course, she wanted me to give up my life, then that would be a capital NO. “Tell me who hurt you, and—”
“I’ll give you Dante Paolo in return.”
My eyes pinned on her in one swift glance. Was she joking or trying to bait me? Her face was stern, the rage in her eyes sincere. I could see past the way her fists were clenched by her side; I’d gotten my answer on who dared to hurt her.
I’d give him a fate worse than death, and for every stroke on her back, he’d get double in return. But I had to make her mine first.
“You want to give me your father in return?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
I scoffed. “Do you think I would believe that you would give your father up?” Adrienne was a child, maybe not in her looks but in how she thought I would fall so easily for her silly lies.
“You should,” she answered boldly. “I am the only one who can deliver him to you, and I always keep to my words.”
The Italians are proud bastards, they cut each other’s throats and drink each other’s blood, but one thing they never do is let others infiltrate them. And my sweet little Adrienne is one of them.
My lips curled into a wicked smile. “Prove it, and I will help you.”
Her eyes burned with determination, and I could read through the stern expression on her face. “I will do whatever you want.”
“Even if I ask for your blood?”
“I don’t care, I’ve lost too much blood to care how much more I will lose.”
Adrienne was bold, too bold for her own good.
I stood up and went to a small fridge in the corner of my office. “You seemed to enjoy my liquor last time.” I pulled out a half bottle of liquor and two shot glasses from the fridge and brought them to her.
She looked at the shot glass I propelled to her and then at my face. “I don’t want to drink.”
“I wasn’t asking if you want to.” I shoved one of the shot glasses into her hand and filled it with brown liquor before pouring one for myself. “You’re in the business, you should know sharing liquor is a way of sealing a deal.”
She took the shot glass to her nose and inhaled it before cautiously taking it to her lips. She pinched her face into a grimace when the hot and bitter liquid passed her tongue and her throat moved as she swallowed it.
“Does this mean we have a deal?” she asked, bringing the shot glass away from her face. “Will you help me now?”
I smirked at her then turned around and returned to my seat. “There is one more condition before our deal is sealed.”
“Don’t play games with me, Andrei.”
“I’m not, but I can never be too careful with an Italian, a Paolo at that.”
Her hands trembled with anger and her eyes were spitting venom filled with rage at me. “Tell me, what is this condition?”
“Good girl.” I gulped my liquor in one drink and set the empty shot glass on the table. “You must marry me, malysh.”
Chapter 6 - Adrienne
Tonight, I made a deal with the devil against my will, and I had a feeling it would cost me my life.
When I walked into the Levov club an hour ago, I had no idea what the heck I was doing or why I was even there. But after I met Andrei, an idea flashed through my brain. Killing two birds with one stone, that’s exactly what I was going to do.
