Page 73 of Sins of our Fathers


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And for the first time, I let myself.

.

It’s hours later when the drugs have mostly worn off, and my mind begins to work more normally. Laying in bed, I stare at the ceiling, my hand grasped in his.

“I’m sorry about the baby,” he says eventually. I squeeze his hand lightly, turning to face him.

“I’m not,” I tell him, my voice a whisper. I see him frown.

“There should never be another Pashkin or Pashkina,” I tell him. “Our blood, our family, is cursed. It’s better if it ends with us. Besides, I’d hardly make any kind of mother.”

He’s silent for several minutes, and I wonder if that upset him.

“You’re right about one thing,” he says finally. “Our blood is cursed, and the sins of our father will carry with us forever. But, Galina?”

“Yeah?”

“You would have made an amazing mother.”

And despite itself, my little black heart squeezes at that.

“What the hell do we do next?” I ask, my voice quiet. “I’ve never done anything but CASH-ULTY. What are we going to do?”

I feel him squeeze my hand as he sits up on his elbow and looks down at me, a devilish grin on his face.

“Well,” he replies, “I know of a few guys who hired me to take out someone I care about. Seems like they may need a visit.”

His eyes twinkle with mirth, and I feel one of my eyebrows rise, a smile spreading across my face.

“Darling, I thought you’d never ask.”

Chapter 45

Sin

Galina is sippingthe whiskey she favors, the tight red dress she’s wearing distracting me more than a little. She catches my eye and gives me a knowing smile, winking at me.

“Tease,” I tell her, and her smile grows.

“You love it.”

I can’t keep a smile from my own face. In the distance, I hear the sound of a door closing, and both our smiles turn mischievous.

“Ready?” I ask, and she nods, biting her lip.

“Fuck yes.”

It’s only a moment later when we hear a voice getting closer.

“Need someone much better. Who do you…?”

Bram’s voice drops off as he opens the door to see Galina in all her glory sitting on his desk, whiskey and a pistol in hand. She holds up her cup to him, a signal to me, and I shove him farther into the room, slamming the door behind him.

“What the fuck … Sin? What the fuck are you doing here?” His voice is frantic, high pitched, and I feel my cock twitch as Galina hops off the desk. Her heels make a sound as she lands, and I mentally shake my head at her insistence on the damn things.

I move across the room to her side and watch with amusement as Bram looks back and forth between us. His face turns to a scowl.

“You said Ginger Russell was dead! People will find out about this, you know. You’re going to be ruined! No one will ever….”

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