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If he thinks she’s the tamable kind, then the twenty-four years of dealing with our sister have taught him nothing. Sienna is a cakewalk compared to my blonde bombshell of a wife.
“Sash,” I start with a sigh and then pause to toss the remains of my whiskey back in one gulp, swallowing the burn, and then I meet her eyes through the mirror in front of us. “They need a professional dancer to bring their shit together. I want it to be a performance patrons can’t get anywhere else shy of going to Vegas or Atlantic City.”
“Or Russia,” she adds. “I’m not an instructor, Ren. I wouldn’t know the first thing about teaching amateurs, or anyone at all. You know I don’t have the patience or sanity for that crap. The answer is still no.” Releasing me, she turns to leave, but her brother’s giant form is towering over her and the rest of us.
“You may be a Nikolayev, little sister, but you decided to jump ship. Looks like there were consequences you didn’t bargain for. When I have business to tend to, you’re with me. When I don’t, you’re one of them, so if I were you, I’d do what Dom says before you write a check your ass can’t cash.”
The lack of empathy conveyed in Krishna’s expression could give my brother a run for his money. “Could you two back the fuck off? She’ll do it,” I add, tired of this bullshit and Sasha’s attitude. I war with myself on having Brandon bring me another drink. I want one, but I have so much shit to accomplish that getting three sheets to the wind isn’t going to help matters or get any of us home faster, so I push the empty glass away from me.
She looks over her shoulder, capturing my stare in the mirror. “You don’t get to speak for me, Ren.”
“Actually, I do. You work for me again. You’re rehired, baby.” I smirk back at her before swiveling around on the stool so that my front is to her back.
“Go fuck yourself.”
I grab her by the waist and pull her between my legs. “Why would I do that when you can sit on my dick and do it for me?” From the roll of her eyes, she doesn’t believe I’d do it, but that’s where she’s wrong. I’ve hidden our relationship for far too long. I want the whole world to know that Sasha Nikolayev is mine. Only mine.
“I’m out,” Sienna calls out, then hops off her stool and power walks away from us.
“In your dreams, Caputo.” Sasha turns her head again to look at me over her shoulder, showing her lips pursed, then she attempts to step away from my hold.
“Your pussy can swallow it or your mouth will. Either way, you’re getting me off before the night is over,” I whisper against the shell of her hair-covered ear. The flare of Krishna’s nostrils is the only indication I have that he heard my words.
Dom slides off his stool. “Just make sure we have strippers that will pull in the dough before you get your dick wet, little brother.” He turns to look back at both of us. “And Sasha,” his tone takes on a warning. “Don’t even think of gracing any stage in this place when there are customers present. You do and I’ll break the bones that will ensure you never dance or fight again.”
