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CHAPTER11
RUSLAN
Osip shows up at the club just as I’m shutting down for the morning. He jerks his chin and I dip mine as I make my way toward his waiting car. Slipping into the passenger seat, I lean my head backward and close my eyes. I need a good five minutes of sleep before I meet with Rostam.
It doesn’t take long for us to get to Rostam’s office, unfortunately. Osip parks the car and I turn to him, cracking an eye open.
“Are you ready for this?” he asks me.
“Ready to start my life with the woman I want?” I ask.
He nods his head. “It’s an off feeling in the beginning. I wasn’t sure how I would feel about it at first. I thought that Zinaida would just be an annoyance, a hindrance, but she’s nothing of the sort. I’ve fallen for her. I didn’t think it was possible.”
I don’t tell him that I know Isabel is worth it, but at the same time, I am not sure that I want to make a lifelong commitment to her… to anyone. I’ve never thought about being married, never imagined that I would choose someone.
I thought that maybe a woman would be thrust at me, dropped into my lap, much like Osip and his Zinaida. But with Isabel, this is very much my choice. A conscious one at that. I am choosing her, and I can’t stop wondering if it’s the right choice to make. Because I know without a doubt that her husband is going to want her back, no matter what contracts are signed.
There is a moment of silence and I clear my throat as I reach for the handle of the door. Osip does the same for his door. Turning my head to look over to him, I arch a brow and he gives me a jerk of his chin.
“It will work out,” he simply states. “As it is meant to.”
Nodding my head, I don’t say anything else. Exiting the car, I start to head toward the front of the building, I hear Osip behind me, and I know that once I step through the doors, my life is going to be forever changed.
Osip and I make our way through the empty building, and I wonder if this guy even has a staff or if this is only for show. There are desks everywhere, but there isn’t a single fucking body at any of them. Reaching for his office door, I don’t bother knocking, I push it open and take a step inside.
Rostam is standing behind his desk, his attention turned toward a man. There is another man standing behind that one. Three men to me and Osip. Suddenly, I’m feeling extremely uncomfortable in this situation.
Shifting my attention to Osip, I arch a brow. He frowns but doesn’t say anything immediately. Neither of us makes a move to sit down. Rostam clears his throat, and the other two men look across to me and Osip.
“Please, sit,” Rostam orders as he takes a seat in his own chair.
Osip sits, but I decide to stand slightly behind him, my eyes never leaving the two men who stand across from me. They, in turn, eye me just as suspiciously as I eye them. None of us speaks immediately.
“Two things that I want to bring forward to you,” Osip begins.
Rostam arches a brow, looking extremely interested in what Osip could possibly have to say. This is going to be a very interesting meeting but honestly, I just want it to be over with. I want my woman, a decision that I made as soon as I stepped into this room and saw these men.
She’s mine.
She happened to come into my life for a reason, and I need to trust that reason and go with it. Having her in my bed, in my arms, it makes me feel a way that I’ve never felt before… it makes me feel whole—though I’ll never admit that shit out loud.
“Those are?” Rostam asks.
“The drugs, the trade, however you want to work that out, we can come to an agreement on that, and I hope that you have a plan that I can take and look over today?”
“I do,” Rostam says.
“Good. I have a proposal of my own to add to that as well.”
Rostam leans back in his chair, his eyes finding mine and holding my gaze with his. “I’m very interested to know what you could want from us. Your organization has so much more than mine, especially as I attempt to build up what my father broke down.”
Osip shifts around in his chair, his eyes flicking between me and Osip, then he shifts back to Osip and pauses. He doesn’t say anything right away, he tilts his head to the side, his eyes almost blank as he stares.
“We need women. Willing women,” Osip announces.
The two men who are standing behind Rostam each take half a step forward, but Osip doesn’t even flinch. Instead, he clears his throat and starts to talk. His words are initially shocking but as he continues, I hope that they all get that look of initial murderous rage out of their eyes.
“Willing women, who will be free to come and go as they choose. They’ll be earning a paycheck and they will only work on the weekends.”
