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In one smooth movement, I reverse the hold so I’m gripping her wrist. I drag her towards me so we’re eye-to-eye. The comforter is a puddle around our knees. Our breath mingles, hot and sweet.
“You are,” I assure her. “Everyone is. No one controls me; no one questions me. I take what I want, from whoever I want, whenever I want it.”
“Like an innocent baby?” she snarks.
I nod. “People, money, power—I can have it all. And when I’m done, they fall to their knees and thank me.”
“You’ll die before you hear those words from me,” she hisses. “I don’t kneel to you.”
The image of on her knees before me is very fucking enticing. The painful ache in my pants is getting harder and harder to ignore.
But touching her now, before she begs for it, wouldn’t serve my purpose.
I rake my gaze over her face before leaning away. “Not yet. You’re too busy kneeling for everyone else.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means you need a reminder.” I slip backwards off the bed and rise to my feet. “Call in sick to work tomorrow. Be at my house at eight.”
She frowns. “This nanny job was supposed to be in the evenings. That’s what you said. I can’t just—”
“You can and you will.”
She exhales harshly. “I have responsibilities! I have a life! You can’t waltz in and start bossing me around.”
“Excellent point. You seem fond of your ‘life,’ which is why I know you’ll do what I tell you.”
Her lips press together in a flat line. Piper is a fighter, but she recognizes a threat when she hears one. It makes me wonder how many times she’s been threatened. And by whom.
My chest churns with the same feeling I felt the night I walked into that alley and saw a man’s hand wrapped around her throat.
I wanted to kill him then.
I still might.
She curls her legs underneath her and rests back on her feet. The smooth stretch of her legs and the increasingly low neck of her tank top sends the ache in my chest downward. Need pulses through my core, and fuck do I need to get out of here.
I move to her door and grip the flimsy wood in my hand. I want to break it, if only because I want to breakherand I won’t allow myself that pleasure yet. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
“Yes, master,” she grumbles.
She’s being a brat, but she has no idea how close I am to turning around and ensuring she moans those exact words at the ceiling.
Before I can do anything too stupid, I shove through her door and leave the way I came.
11
TIMOFEY
“Woof. Chilly,” Akim says under his breath.
I glance over. It’s a relatively warm night, especially given how late it is. He’s in a light shirt and jeans, a gun visible in his waistband.
Then I realize what he means. “These handoffs are always like that.”
The Albanians are allies, but only in the strictest sense of the word. There is no love lost between my Bratva and Kreshnik Xhuvani’s mafia. If he wasn’t one of my biggest private customers in the tristate area, I’d avoid him.
As it is, he and his ilk are a necessary evil.
