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“Ready for what?” My voice sounds breathless.
“Me,” he growls. “Don’t let any man touch you. Anypartof you.” The last bit of his statement has a bite to it. He walks out and leaves me standing there confused.
I rush to the door and look down the hall. “But I don’t know you.” I raise my voice so he can hear me, but he keeps walking.
“You don’t know who that is?” a voice says from behind me. I turn to see one of the other housekeepers watching him walk away with a look of appreciation in her eyes. I feel like smacking that look off her face, but I don’t.
“No. Who is he?”
“That, little girl, is a man. A very important man.” Her hand goes to her hip, and she bats her eyes at me. She’s constantly trying to pick up men. The urge hits me again to smack her for looking at him like that.
“Okay, so what kind of important man?”
“That is Andrei Morosov, the head of the Bratva.” She turns and walks away from me with her hips swinging. I know about the Bratva. My brother has told me terrible things about them.
I step back into the room, and for the rest of my workday, I think of Andrei over and over.
One
ANDREI
Iwatch her from my seat in the blacked-out SUV. The windows are tinted so dark people don’t know I’m back here. It’s one of the reasons I liked the Escalade. I normally have Mikhail and Dmitri drive me around in my Maybach, but ever since Sparrow came into my life in January, I’d rather be in this vehicle. I can watch her without her knowing I’m there, and others don’t know I’m there either.
Three more months until I’ll be able to go to her. At least that’s the plan. My home is ready for her, and I’ve made sure she knows I’m still here. I send her gifts every week, sometimes multiple times.
Today I had Mikhail take her dinner. She’s met both of my best friends and bodyguards several times. I don’t go near her though. The temptation is too great. If I get close to her again, I’ll throw her over my shoulder and take her to my home. I’ll break the rules and take her. I’d break the law for her, and I know it. I look down at the pocket kerchief I’ve been wearing with my suits lately. The blue-green color reminds me of her eyes. It’s the only color present against all the black I wear.
I can’t help the smile that comes to my face as I think of the first time Dmitri met her in person. She screamed and begged him not to kidnap her and sell her into slavery. He almost dropped what he was carrying because he couldn’t believe she would think that of him. Yes, he’s bigger than me, both in height but also in build. His tattoos are as visible as mine. He keeps his blond hair in a buzz cut. He’s intimidating to most people in our field, which is good. Sparrow’s reaction to him was funny at the time. But now that I’ve learned more about her brother, I realize why she said that. Brett controls her with fear. I suspect he does more than that, and the next time I see bruises on her he’ll become buzzard food in the desert.
I can’t wait until I have her under my roof and my body. I’ll worship her and treat her like she deserves. I’ve never felt like this before with a woman. But the moment I heard Sparrow singing out loud and watched her dancing around the room, I knew. Growing up, mybabushkatold my siblings and me that we were destined to have great loves because of what our parents put us through. She is angry with how her own son treated us. Yes, he’s not only our father but thePakhan,the leader of the organization; however,she feels he could have spent more time with us instead of letting her raise us. She says she doesn’t regret it though.
My mother married my father at the same age Sparrow will be soon. Of course, their marriage was arranged, but my father loved her as best he could. He ended up cheating on her all the time. Hence how my brother and sister came to be born. That’s something I won’t do to my Sparrow. When my mother left my father, I was only four years old. She moved back to France and moved on with her life. I spent most summers with her, until her death. Though my brother and sister are half siblings, we don’t count that; we are all a family.Babushkamade sure of that. She took care of all three of us. We grew up mostly here in Vegas. I still have my accent because of the time I spent with my mother and because of my father. It’s been a curse most of my life; however, women find it sexy and throw themselves at me. Men hate it because they think I’m going to come after their women. I don’t cheat. I don’t like cheaters. But that doesn’t change their minds.
Focusing back on my woman, I watch as she cleans the salon. It’s almost seven at night and she’s still working. She works too much. She worked at the hotel from six this morning until two. From there she went to a shelter she volunteers at, then she moved to the commercial businesses she cleans starting at six in the evening. I’m beginning to realize her brother uses all their money to pay for his gambling habit. I’ve put around the word that he’s not to get credit from any of the loan sharks in town. He’ll have to come to me pretty soon, or he’ll learn and stop. I highly doubt he’ll stop because he’s just like his father before him. The rumor is that another made man had her father killed and buried in the desert somewhere.
Good for nothing is what they both are.
I’ll probably end up having to do the same with Brett.
I watch as she swings her hips, similar to what she did when I first saw her. The movement makes me think of what it’s going to be like the first time I take her. I’ll worship her beautiful body. Her small B cup breasts will fit perfectly into my hands as I pound into her. I can’t wait to see if her nipples are rosy in color. The thought of her tight, sweet cunt wrapped around my cock, strangling it, has me groaning. I’ve been hard as a rock since that first moment in January when I saw her. If she had been eighteen, I would have thrown her over my shoulder and taken her back to my house right then.
“Boss, Gray wants to meet.” Mikhail interrupts my dirty thoughts.
“Why?” I bark, not wanting to leave right now. I’ve put in appearances at my businesses. As it’s getting closer to her birthday, it’s been harder for me to be away from her. I suspect my father knows something is going on, and I’ll have to return to the cardroom and restaurant soon.
“He says it’s urgent.”
“Fine. We can leave here as soon as Sparrow is done.” It will be late. I’m aware my brother has a new woman, but he can make her wait. I have new priorities.
“He said twenty minutes.” Mikhail’s voice has a hint of something in it. If anyone else tried to give me orders, Mikhail would tell them otherwise. But he knows if Grayson is calling a meeting, something big is going on. “He sounds grumpy. I heard his new woman left him.” His words stop me for a moment. From what I saw, Gray felt about his girl what I feel for Sparrow. Him letting her go doesn’t sound like what I would do. I need to find out what’s going on.
“Fine.” I watch Sparrow for a moment longer and know she’s safe because I have other guards on her. Some of them will be her personal guards when I bring her in. The two men in the front seat have been by my side since I was young. Dmitri’s own father is my father’s second and personal guard too. Being second to thePakhanis a huge deal and something Dmitri and Mikhail both respect.
Mikhail’s family came over from Russia with my father. He was raised in a long-standing, devoted Bratva family until his parents were both killed. Mybabushkatook him in because of their sacrifice. Being raised with both Mikhail and Dmitri, they know how important Sparrow has become to me.
At first Mikhail thought I’d lost my mind, and Dmitri tried to get me to turn my eye toward a more appropriate woman. But there is no one more perfect for me than Sparrow. Yes, she’s seventeen years younger than me, but I don’t care. Her sweet innocence and compassion for others shines brighter than any other woman I’ve been with. Even though my girl struggles and works so hard, she still makes time to volunteer at a shelter that helps women escape bad situations.
As the SUV pulls away from the curb, I take one last look at my girl. She turns and follows the movement of the vehicle, as if she knows I’m watching her from it. I’m not a fate kind of guy; I believe every man makes his own way. But something about Sparrow feels right and perfect.
