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The thought had stunned him, then irritated him.
He treated sex like a necessity he needed from time to time, a need to get off his plate so he could deal with other more important things. It was something he had implemented when their father, weakened by a woman who wasn’t his wife, had put himself into a position where he had been assassinated, and Damien had found himself, too young and inexperienced at the helm of the Bratva. He had to grow up quickly if he was going to take care of his two younger brothers, who were about ten years younger than him.
He had trained them hard and mercilessly. They could take care of themselves now as the trio of them shared the throng inside the Bratva empire. But Damien still kept all women at arm's length. He was his father’s oldest son after all.
Sharing a woman between him and his brothers was considered a rite of passage in their world, but it was the only thing they hadn’t done together, and maybe it was too late now. He was okay with that. There hadn’t been a woman he had met who made him want to change his mind about it.
And then he saw her in person. Ansley King, the twenty-four-year-old hotel heiress and new owner of Cupid’s Toys. It had required a level of control Damien had never had the opportunity to exercise around a woman before.
She went straight for their balls; he could tell his brothers had suffered the same effect as him. Squeezing just hard enough that all three of them had their brains melted. He imagined her kneeling before them and taking their massive cocks into her honey-lush, perfect little mouth.
But unlike his two younger brothers, who entertained the thought a bit longer, he quashed it immediately and was back to his cold self. There wasn’t a woman alive he wanted to fuck enough to break his vow to himself not to be weakened by them.
And certainly bored, flimsy little heiresses spending their father’s money and kicking up storms just because they were rich and beautiful didn’t amuse him or appeal to him.
Especially not now when she was standing in the way of their territorial domination in a very dangerous world, where the slightest hint of weakness meant they were easy targets for snipers from other mafia units eager to take a controlling portion.
He wondered if she knew what a perilous path she was taking when she delivered her little speech—that she and the sex shop weren’t going anywhere. And he would bet money that the look on her face when they first encountered her screamed surprise. As if she didn’t know Marjorie Black had given her a sex shop. What exactly had she been expecting?
Not his problem.
But clearly, she didn’t know who they were. And he was just about to let her know before she excused herself abruptly and disappeared into the back of the shop.
“This is going to get interesting,” Leonid said in their native Russian tongue as he looked at Damien. Leonid applied the same articulate skill he had with a sword, his weapon of choice, to a spreadsheet. He was a math whiz, and if there was a profit to be had, he saw the pattern in it long before anyone else did.
“But fuck, she’s beautiful. How did I not know she existed before now?” Roman said.
“We’re not here to mess around,” Damien said, though it was unnecessary. As the youngest of the Shlykov brothers, Roman was still sowing his oats. He was also a reputable sharpshooter of fearsome note and never mixed business with pleasure.
Ansley King was business, and Roman wouldn’t touch her. That’s just the way it was with him.
“She either doesn’t know who we are, or she doesn’t care, and I think the latter makes her more dangerous.” Leo sighed.
They all three understood the importance of claiming Merring Street. Now was not the time to show weakness, not when the Kozlovs were on a rampage for dominance.
The Shlykov brothers never lost a fight. Damien had fortified their operation to the point where they were violent out of necessity but supremely intelligent and cunning men.
They weren’t going to lose. Not now. And not to her.
One way or another, the whole block of buildings would be flattened by the fourteenth of February, and their new base of operations would be erected.
All that remained was removing one unusually stunning, brown-eyed girl from their path. And all it was going to take was one huff of his breath and she would back down and stay down.
He did not doubt his ability to scare anyone away with just one look. She just hadn’t allowed him to demonstrate his feral power. She had been too fidgety, too distracting, not to him—he was back to being immune after he had slipped up at the sight of her—but to herself, with the way she kept fiddling with her clothes.
And what the fuck was she doing back there? She was wasting their time, and he had half a mind to go back there, drag her out, and end this meeting, except Leo, with the patience of a fucking saint, had held him back. Patience, he didn’t have himself.
Women were either falling at his feet or crawling away in tears, and it happened within a heartbeat.
He had no heart.
But the sooner they got rid of Ansley King, the happier he’d be.
Chapter Five
Think, Ansley, think.
Ansley’s gaze vacillated between her damp, naked body and her red paint-soaked clothes. She didn’t even have her purse with her or she could have called for backup.
