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Luna and I got to talking about the night we met and how I kissed her against the shelves. We couldn’t resist a little reenactment.
“Was that all you heard?” I ask.
“Not even close, but the other three rounds were a lot more muffled, thank fucking God.”
I wince, but as last night replays in my mind, I don’t even feel bad. It’s been weeks since Luna and I have been alone together. It was like a race against physical exhaustion to play out each and every one of the fantasies that took root while we were apart.
I devoured her just like I promised I would, spreading her wide and burying my face between her thighs. Then I slid her to the edge of the bed and drove into her, her legs draped over my shoulders. While she was still coming down from that orgasm, I carried her to the bookshelves where we gave Nik’s bedroom wall a good shake. Finally, I spun her around and took her from behind, whispering every dirty thought I’d had for the last few weeks in her ear until I exploded inside of her.
I’m half-hard now just thinking about it. Maybe I should go back to bed and see if Luna is awake. Morning sex sounds appealing.
“I was about to work out, so are you going to keep daydreaming about your woman or did you have something you wanted to say?”
Nik always had a way of being able to read my mind. But I ignore that and arch a brow. “Working out?”
“I hate to be a male cliche, but every day is arm day right now.” He points to the dumbbells on the floor next to his bed. “So tell me what this is about so I can get to it.”
“I wanted to talk to you. Alone.”
“Okay,” he says cautiously. “About?”
“Business. The path forward with the Gustev Bratva.”
He relaxes noticeably. “What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking that we’re fucked,” I blurt. “Not fucked fucked, but things could be better. I’ve had to hire a shit ton of outside security to cover the mansion and we lost more men than I would have liked during Akim’s attack on the mansion and my attack on the house where he was keeping Luna. Plus, you’re down.”
“Maybe forever,” he grumbles, poking at his legs.
“At least on the front lines, anyway,” I agree. “But with all of that against us, I don’t like the looks of a full-on war with Pavel Gustev right now. Not when I don’t even have any accurate reports of how many men he’s currently operating with.”
I can see the information churning in Nik’s head before he nods. “You’re not wrong. Things have been better.”
“This continual fight with the Gustev Bratva has worn us down, understandably. If we’re going to finally put this feud to bed—which we absolutely fucking are—I think it might be time to call in some backup.”
Nik frowns. “We don’t have any more backup. We’ve called in all of the backup.”
“That’s what I want to talk to you about. I’m considering bringing in some outside help.”
“An alliance?” His eyes go wide. “We’ve never done that before.”
“We’ve never needed to. But we’ve also never been in a years-long feud like this. Especially not with a heartbroken child with nothing to lose. Pavel is a loose cannon. We can’t assume he’s going to make the safe call and pull his men back to regroup. He’s willing to die and take as many of his own men down with him as necessary. We have to assume he’s going to attack tomorrow. Today. Right fucking now.”
“And when he does, we need to be ready,” Nik finishes thoughtfully. “Do you have anyone in mind?”
“Dima Baranov.”
“I knew you’d say that,” he mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I’ve been thinking about it since we found out he snatched Budimir away from Pavel. Having that black market connection to more firepower could be helpful, even if it is a friend-of-a-friend situation. And Dima isn’t afraid to poke the bear. He’d be down to fight.”
“Because he’s also a loose cannon,” Nik points out. “Dima would probably destroy Pavel purely for fun without even considering whether it’s beneficial to him or not.”
“Seems like a good quality to me.”
“Unless he turns it on us.”
“So we don’t let him turn on us,” I suggest. “We make sure he stays a friend. Or we kill him before he becomes an enemy.”
