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“Mr. McCall, what game are you insisting to be a part of?” I ask. He turns to look at me and the smile on his face almost causes me to pause, but I don’t give him the satisfaction. “I’m sure we have plenty of games going on tonight you’d be interested in.” I smile just as slyly at him.
“Andrei,” he says, and Dmitri’s hand coming down on his shoulder hard stops him short. He’s exactly my height and looks me in the eye as his thin lips hold his wide smile in place. His body gives a slight twitch, as if he’s a junky, and he starts to slouch, unable to retain his full height. This is what comes from years of sitting at the tables instead of working out and keeping himself fit. “I mean, Mr. Morosov, I’d like in your game next month.” Ah, he wants in the high-stakes game.
“Mr. McCall, the buy-in for that game is extremely high.” I cock my head to the side and rub my chin in contemplation. Is he trying to bluff me? This could be the way I get her away from him. “Are you sure you can afford it?” If he takes a loan from me, I could ask for her as collateral.
“I have the money right here.” He opens his ratty sport coat and pulls out an envelope full of cash. I try to cover my shock, but I can’t help looking at Dmitri for confirmation. Brett holds the envelope out to me, and I nod at Dmitri to take it and count it out. Brett is being disrespectful to me, and he knows it as he smirks.
“What? Too good to touch my money?” McCall spits at me with a slight tip of his lips.
I stare him down. I’m not beneath it, but that’s why I have men. I also don’t want him to see the slight shake in my hand. I spread the word that he wasn’t supposed to be extended credit. Where did he come up with half a million dollars?
“It’s all here, boss,” Dmitri says. I slowly turn from McCall to Dmitri. My eyes flaring slightly give away my shock and wonder. He nods, knowing I’ll want to know where he got the money from.
I paste on a smile and turn back to McCall. “Well, it appears you’ll be in our game next month. See you then.” I give him my back and head to the back exit, where my vehicle is waiting. Dmitri moves along with me. “Make sure Mikhail stays withBabushkauntil she leaves with her guards.” All of my family has at least one of my own as their guards, except for Ley, who until recently I had no clue where she was located. I’ll be sending one to her, but she won’t know. I have to make sure that no member of my family is ever used against me.
Because I haven’t been watching Sparrow, I brought the Range Rover today. I jump into the driver’s seat, beating Dmitri to it. I need to make sure Sparrow is okay. For some reason I have a bad taste in my mouth and a pit in my gut with worry.
Getting across town takes longer than I like. The salon comes into view. The lights are still on as she cleans. I slam the car into park and decide I have no choice. I have to see her. Hold her. She’s so close to being legal, and I need to know where that money came from. I’m out of my car and pulling on the salon door in seconds. It opens without any resistance. That’s going to cost her; she shouldn’t be in an unsecured area. It’s not safe. I hear her singing to a popular song—“Scars to Your Beautiful”—and it hits me how much she’s been put through by her father and brother. If her father were still alive, I’d kill him myself.
“Ptitsa,” I growl my nickname for her, and she jumps and turns around. Her waist-length hair is up in a messy bun. She’s in her uniform of scrub pants and a plain scrub top. It’s different from the one she wears for the hotel, which I hate, but even this plain outfit can’t hide her curves or how beautiful she is.
“Andrei.” My name is a sigh on her breath, and I’m moving across the room to her. I grip her waist with one hand and take the mop with my other. I hand it behind me to where I know Dmitri is waiting. He respects us and turns his back. With my free hand, I tilt up her face, my palm against her soft cheek.
I look between her big, beautiful green eyes and can’t stop the motion. My head lowers to her lips, and the first sip of their lusciousness makes my knees lock so I don’t collapse. It’s just a gentle brush, but it’s not enough. I pull away and look down at her. Her eyes are now closed and she’s holding her breath. I lean in and touch our lips together again. This time I trace my tongue along her seam, and she opens. As soon as I have access to her mouth, I dive in and pull her in tighter. My hand at her waist wraps around her back and pulls her in flush to my body. I’m lost to her. I take the kiss deeper, and it isn’t until I feel her leg wrap around mine that I realize I’ve led us down a dangerous path. I pull away and see her flushed cheeks. Her eyes flutter open but stay half-mast with desire.
“I could kiss you more, but it’s wrong.” There’s a grittiness to my voice from my desire. She blinks a couple of times before her eyes clear. She looks up at me in shock, her breasts heaving against my chest. “Wrong because you are still young. But soon,ptitsa,I’ll do more than kiss you.”
“Why are you here?” She steps back and adjusts her clothes.
I’m pissed that she pulled away from me instantly. I’m still hard as a rock. Isn’t she as attracted to me as I am to her?
“How did your brother get half a mil? What have you been doing? I told you to save yourself.” The words are spit out of my mouth and full of the anger I’m feeling. She takes another step back, and I see the hurt in her expressive eyes.
“I have.” She pauses and her lips quiver. Lips bruised from my kisses. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Did you sell yourself? Did he sell you?” Her flush turns into a full-on blush. “Did he sell you to Bronwyn?”
Now I see fire hit her eyes and her hand swings out. I catch it before she can smack me. I’m on her. I pin her arms behind her back with one of mine and wrap my other hand around her chin. I give it enough pressure to open her mouth and dive back in. Her tongue tangles with mine. She starts moving her body in an uncoordinated movement, trying to find relief. I pull back and look down at her again.
“You’re still a virgin,” I state the now obvious. Again, her features clear and she looks up at me with daggers in her eyes.
“Well, duh, asshole. That was my first kiss.” She pauses. “Well, um, the previous one.”
I press myself against her tiny body, holding her tight against me so she can feel the effect she has on me.
“And I will be the only man to take these lips and that sweet cunt of yours.” I step away, releasing her before I take her right here, not caring for her as I should.
“How dare you? You come in here and demand things of me, and you don’t even know me. If I’m a virgin or not is none of your business. How my family gets money is none of your business either.” Her hands flail around in her anger, and she starts to pace. “I mean, you said you would take me, then you stopped coming to see me. I watched you pull away that night. I know you haven’t been around since. I could have been with a hundred men for all you care.”
I’m on her again as I hear the chuckle come from behind us. It reminds me we aren’t alone. I lift her up onto the counter behind her and press between her knees. I watch as her breath hitches. Her pulse is fluttering away under her delicate neck. I rein myself in and drag a single finger down her face, across her breasts, and lower, right between her legs. Her head falls back, and I lean in to bite her exposed carotid.
“Malen'kiy vorobey, all of you is mine. Every part of you. I’ve watched you for the last eight and a half months. I’m waiting for you to be legal, and then I’m going to sink into this tight little cunt, and you will be mine forever.” She moans and I move my hand back up to her face. “Open your eyes,vorobey.” Her eyes flutter open.
“What are you calling me?” Her soft voice brings a smile to my face.
“Little sparrow and sparrow in Russian. But how about this instead.” I smile at her again. She can always bring a smile to my face. “Petit moineau.” I call her little sparrow again but in French. She sighs and gives me a dopey smile. “You like the French better?”
“Boss.” Dmitri breaks up our conversation.
