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He’d blow it all out of proportion if he found out I’d had a woman on my mind longer than I’d had my cock in her. It wouldn’t be unlike Sergey to misunderstand the situation and think I was in love with her when really… Dammit! I had no logical reason to be thinking about her.
“Nikolai’s in love,” Vlad said playfully. He’d been a lot more cheerful and playful recently, and I didn’t like it. I was always at the receiving end of his newfound happiness.
“Fucking snitch,” I said through gritted teeth.
Maxim sat beside me while Sergey nested on the one sitter to my left. “Who’s the unlucky girl?” Maxim asked.
“None of your fucking business.”
Sergey smiled. “It’s unlike you to get defensive over a woman, Nik.”
Maxim huffed a laugh. “Her pussy must’ve been good.”
“Tight and wet are the words you’re looking for.”
“Ah, yes,” Maxim inclined with a snap of his fingers and they both laughed, much to my annoyance.
I’d never had a problem discussing the women I’d fucked with my brothers, but for some reason, I hated hearing them speak of Giselle like that. They didn’t know who she was, and there was zero chance they would ever get to meet her. Still, I wanted to protect her dignity.
“We’re not here to discuss where I’ve been sticking my cock, are we?”
Sergey cleared his throat. “We aren’t.” He raised his hand, hailing a waiter. “First, we need a drink.”
The waiter came over and took our order, which was basically just more whiskey and tequila. He returned shortly after with our drinks, glasses, and ice bucket.
My brothers each poured themselves a drink and Sergey went straight to business. “Have you found out where that Italian fucker is hiding?”
By Italian fucker, he meant Angelo. After the attack on us a month ago, he’d smuggled himself out of the country like the rat he was, leaving no trace of where he was traveling.
No place in the world was too big for anyone to hide from the Vadims though. It would only take a little more time before one of our allies in whichever country he’d run off to find him. “Nyet,” I answered. “But I trust I’ll find him soon. His only option is moving from one country to another until he has nowhere to hide and has to return to the States.”
“Any chances he sneaked out of the country through one of the ports?” Maxim asked, spreading his arms on the armrest of the sofa he was seated in.
I nodded. “If there’s the slightest chance that happened, then he had the help of the outfits.” The outfits stood a neutral ground between the Bratva and the Cosa Nostra. They wouldn’t turn Angelo down if he made a good offer.”
Sergey cleared his throat and then directed his gaze to Vlad. “Find out what offer he made, if any, make a better offer.”
Vlad raised his glass to Sergey. “Yes, brother.” The smirk on his face darkened when a chick entered the room, twisting to the music and fluttering her hair as if something was wrong with her neck. Vlad licked his lips. “If this meeting is over, I’d like to excuse myself. My cock needs something wet and warm.”
He stood up, smoothed his black shirt, and started to leave when Sergey’s order thickened the air. “Sit your fucking ass down, kid.”
Vlad rolled his eyes and mumbled something I supposed was a retort, but he eventually walked back to his seat and settled on it. “What now?”
“Mind where you’re sticking your cock, man. With Angelo on the loose, you can’t trustanyone,” Maxim told him. Typical of Maxim to be weary of women.
An arrogant smile quirked Vlad’s lips. “I don’t trust any of them, bro. It’s their pussies I am after.” He signaled for her to come over. She flashed a lusty smile at him, swaying her hips from one side to the other as she made her way to him and straddled his legs.
Vlad spanked her ass before craning his head to Sergey. “What is it you wanted to say, brother?”
Sergey exhaled deeply, clearly exaggerated. Aside from Lilianna, Vlad was the only person who dared to get Sergey worked up, and he had fun doing so. “Get out of here and take the girl with you.”
Vlad’s smile deepened. “Da,brother.” He stood and left, taking her with him.
“Excuse me, boss,” Mikhail, my chief bodyguard, said to Sergey as he entered the room.
Sergey gave him a curt nod.
“What is it?” I asked.
