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Seriously. This woman can tire all of us and still be up for more, as evidenced by our limo ride to the city.
And now here we are at dinner, at a chi-chi Tribeca restaurant that’s decorate to the nines in all manner of holiday ornamentation, and all I can do is fucking stare, my gaze drawn to her like a magnet while she absently sips the wine my brother ordered and glances over the menu. The glass she sets down has the slight imprint of her red lipstick on the rim, and all I can think is how during the limo ride here, those lips were wrapped around my cock, and remained so until I exploded down our pretty girl’s throat. God bless Artem for initiating car sex.
It's one of my weaknesses, and now, apparently, it’s one of Lily’s too.
Her stunning red hair—long and thick, sometimes straight and sometimes wavy because she likes to mix it up—is something I can barely keep my fingers out of. But the thing about her that gets me the most are her plump lips, which are nearly always bright red, a perfect contrast to her pale complexion.
It is not lost on me that she also draws the gaze of every other man in the restaurant. Some, who are with women, are appropriately discreet. Others stare as carelessly as they want, turning away only when I give them myfuck offlook.
Works like a charm.
And through all of this, the lovely Lily is blissfully unaware. The woman could cause a car wreck just crossing the street and keep walking on her merry way because she has no freaking idea she impacts men like she does.
She excuses herself for the ladies’ room and her momentary absence takes the wind out of our sails. The table gets quiet aside from cutlery clinking on our plates, and we chew our food and drink our wine, pouring more when a glass gets low. Whoever would have thought that some woman could do this to the three of us guys?
Without even trying?
We’ve been around the block. We don’t just fall all over hot babes. I mean wedid, in the past, sure, when we were younger. Like a truck without brakes careening down a steep hill, back when the hormones were completely fucking out of control.
Not that it’s that different now.
I need to get her out of my head. We have businesses to run, and don’t need to be distracted by a pretty girl. Shit like this has been the downfall of many a man, going all the way back to Adam and Eve. I’ve worked too hard to get to where I am, and nothing is going to mess with that, no matter how badly I want to fuck someone.
Finally, Grisha breaks the silence. “Guys, I got a text a few minutes ago that someone in the cell has located Sergey. Didn’t want to bring it up in front of Lily. Apparently, he’s cooling his heels in Southern California, thinking no one will ever find him there.”
Christ, the man’s a dumbfuck. “I can’t believe he’s unaware that our reach includes theentireUnited States. Anyway, what’s the status?” I ask.
“He should go down today or tonight. Remember, it’s three hours earlier there,” Grisha says.
The next question I want to ask is one I’m sure is on each of our minds.
“After he’s gone, is Lily is safe? Do we think the risk to her will be eliminated?” I ask. Sergey’s exit from this world doesn’t guarantee anything, a fact we should never forget.
Artem rubs his hand over his face. “You know everyone is linked in this business. Sergey may have set up a contingency plan, knowing his life is on the line, and that could leave her in just as much danger after he’s gone as before.”
She’s not going to be happy to hear that.
In one regard, I wish Lily hadn’t been pulled into our lives. As much as I like her—no, actually, crave her—things would be simpler for her if nothing had happened at the gallery that night. She could have gone home and woken up the next day to carry on with her usual routine, as unsatisfying as it may have been.
But she was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and that’s thrown a wrench into her life. Not that we are obligated, but we have worked to make her time under our watch as comfortable as possible. But when it comes down to it, I imagine she’d probably rather not be stuck with us, no matter how we spoil and pamper her.
And fuck her.
Of course, I hope I’m wrong. I hope she can reconcile what she’s given up with what she has now. Freedom is not all it’s cracked up to be. Her life before us did not sound all that fabulous, from what I know.
Still, no one wants to be told when then can come and go. And I hope we can change that, in due time.
Artem looks at the full plate of food in front of Lily’s place at the table. Untouched, and growing cold. “Uh, guys, Lily’s still gone. No one takes that long in the ladies’ room.”
He jumps out of his seat and hustles toward the ladies’ room, fingering the waistband of his pants to check his gun.
“You wait here, Grish,” I say to my brother, jumping up to follow Artem, hoping to attract as little attention as possible.
I catch up to him at the door to the ladies’ room. We draw our guns. With a nod at each other, we shove open the door in one fast and violent movement.
“Oh my god.Help me,” Lily cries the moment she sees us.
With a gun pointed at Lily’s temple, a woman with long black hair and a harsh face whips around to see who’s interfering with her attempts to steer our girl out of the restaurant.
