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Other chicks I usually come across let a little too much hang out. No, scratch that, they leteverythinghang out. Tits, ass, even pussy if they can get away with it, crossing and uncrossing their goddamn legs like Sharon Stone inBasicInstinct. There’s nothing left to the imagination with these women, and I mean nothing. Nothing exciting to discover as you peel off their clothes in preparation for a fuck. They all have the same Botox treatments, the same breast implants, and the same waxed pussies. These even smell the same, as if their parents sent them to the same charm school that instructed them about the proper perfume to wear to land a rich man.
It bores the fuck out of me. Not to say I don’t go home with them on the frequent occasion my balls need emptying. But after the deed’s done, I only stick around long enough to not be a total asshole.
Of course, I can play nice when I want to. Why burn bridges? I might want to fuck the same girl twice, someday. It hasn’t happened yet, but it could. Although, in New York, the supply of fresh pussy is nearly endless. So, I don’t lose sleep over shit like that.
But this redhead, the one sacked out in the back of the SUV, with her head sweetly resting on Valentin’s shoulder, well, she’s different. Honestly, we never should have brought her with us when we hit the road—I’m sure we’ll end up regretting it—but I can understand Val’s curiosity about her.
She’s beautiful and sweet, especially with the way she spilled that cocktail sauce on Grisha, and yet she was working Christmas Eve. Why wouldn’t a pretty girl like her be off with an adoring boyfriend, who’s showering gifts on her in a tasteful Upper East Side apartment, the kind with a round-the-clock doorman and separate service elevator?
It boggles the mind.
After a two-hour drive, the last couple miles to reach the safe house are over rutted dirt and gravel roads, designed to ward off all but the most nosy—or stupid—people, and the bouncing of the SUV drags Lily out of her deep sleep. But as soon as the car stops and the security lights scream into view, she closes her eyes and is asleep once again. Valentin eases her out of the vehicle, and I carry her into the house to one of our guest rooms. I put her down on the bed and just as we pull off her high heels, she pushes herself up on her elbows, ready to start swinging.
“Don’t… don’t touch me,” she shrieks, kicking at Grisha with her torn pantyhose-covered feet.
I like a feisty woman. The kind who puts up a fight, even if it’s an act. And Lily’s thrashing, in that long tight dress of hers, is waking up the old cock and balls, even though I’m so tired I could fall asleep standing up.
“Calm down, for Christ’s sake! Where’s my watch?” Grisha yells after she lands him a swift kick to the chin.
His head snapped back like a jack-in-the-box’s.
She scrambles up to the head of the bed, drawing herself into a protective ball. “Leave me alone,” she wails.
What a far cry from the sleeping beauty she was just a few minutes ago.
Grish sighs patiently. “Lily, I’d like to know what you did with my watch. Do you think you can get away with keeping it? Because if you do, you have another thing coming.”
Confusion crosses her face at the mention of his watch, probably because she has a hundred more important things to worry about at that moment. But her eyes widen and her hand flies to the pocket in her dress.
“Here,” she said chucking the watch at him. “I forgot all about it. I wasn’tstealing it. People tend to forget things when they see a room full of massacred people and then are kidnapped, you know.”
Grisha picks his watch up off the floor and snaps it back onto his wrist. “You need to calm down, woman.”
Her head snaps back on her shoulders and she purses her lips. “Who do you think you are?” she screams, glaring at us.
I’m so not in the mood. “Lily, could you—"
But before I can finish my request, the vase on the nightstand next to the bed comes flying in my direction.
Fuck all. I duck just in time for it to smash to pieces against the wall.
I look across the room at Valentin and nod. Reaching into my pocket, I pull out the zip ties I grabbed from the car’s glove box—just in case—and toss him one.
“What are you doing?” she cries, retracting into the ball she was in a moment earlier. “Don’t come near me with those things. I swear I’ll—”
I grab one of her wrists and Val takes the other. In seconds, we flip Lily so she’s face down, secured to the four-poster bed. Her legs, still free, thrash like a pissed-off wild animal. But at least she can’t throw anything else.
“Lily,” I say, “that was rude. We saved your life tonight.”
More kicking, like a toddler having a tantrum. Which gives me an idea.
“You’re being very naughty, Lily. It’s time to teach you a lesson,” I say, smoothing a hand over her lovely backside and finishing with a playful swat.
She stops kicking, and strains to look over her shoulder. “Don’t you dare.”
I shake my head. “Oh, I love a dare. Don’t I, guys?” I ask Grisha and Valentin.
“You do at that, Artem,” Val replies.
