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“What will you do about it?” Gareth asks.
“Pay them back their dues, of course.”
“Your father won’t be happy if he knows you actively hurt someone from the Bratva.”
“That’s why he won’t know. Besides, he of all people realizes that if I don’t kill, I’ll be killed. The fight for the top starts right now, Gaz.”
Wait…
Does that mean the Serpents are also Russian mafia? I figured they’d be some sort of mafia, but how come they’re actively competing with Jeremy and Nikolai, who are from the same organization?
I take a step forward, my curiosity getting the better of me. I probably shouldn’t be privy to this information, but something tells me it’s important in the great scheme of things.
My foot trips over something big and hard, and I shriek as I tumble forward, gripping the railing for balance so that I don’t end up on my face.
A person. That’s what I stumbled over.
And he’s lying at the bottom of the stairs. No kidding. He’s on the carpet, facedown.
When I accidentally hit him, he grumbles, “Can’t anyone fucking sleep in this motherfucking house?”
I grip the railing tighter, staring at none other than Nikolai. He’s in boxers. That’s all.
His chest and back are a map of tattoos. Couple that with his messy long hair, angular features, and furrowed brow, and he has all it takes to induce fear into anyone’s soul.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there,” I whisper and resist adding that I didn’t expect to find someone sleeping at the bottom of the stairs, considering all the rooms upstairs.
Nikolai narrows one of his eyes, then in one swift movement, he jumps up to his full height and barges into my space.
I automatically step back, but my shoes hit the step and I’m trapped under his scrutiny.
It’s like I’m being sized up for dinner—or something much more nefarious. I could swear there’s a glint in his eyes, the one hunters get after spotting prey, but it soon vanishes.
“Nope, not the right one.” The disappointment in his tone makes me pause.
But I don’t have time to think about his words before Jeremy and Gareth stalk in from wherever they were.
Fully clothed, thank God.
“Didn’t know we had a guest,” Jeremy says casually, his voice losing all the tension from a minute ago.
Gareth slides a hand in his pocket, his expression is unreadable. “Killer’s guest.”
I can feel my ears heating. He probably knows what we’ve been up to.
God, can the earth open up and swallow me, please?
Jeremy studies me with no change in his expression. “Anoushka’s least annoying roommate.”
“My friends are not annoying,” I say without thinking, definitely bolder than I’d ever act, especially considering the fact that I’m being surrounded by three predators, with another one just upstairs.
Not to mention that Nikolai is still in my space, watching me with that one narrowed manic eye of his.
“The blonde has a social butterfly complex and the silver-haired one is…” Jeremy trails off. “Bland to put it mildly. She’s also teaching Anoushka bad habits. When I said annoying, I was being nice.”
Seriously, what’s with these wankers saying they’re nice when they’re exhibiting antisocial behavior?
Still, I keep my chin up. “Whether Ava chooses to be a social butterfly or not is her business. She didn’t overstep your or anyone’s boundaries by doing that, so you have no right to judge her. And Cecily isn’t bland. She’s the purest, most selfless soul to ever exist.”
