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“Thanks, Nick,” I say, unable to tell him anything else at this point because I don’t fucking know myself. What I do know is that I need to process my feelings about whatever happened between her and Mancini, and then get a better understanding of what she needs both physically and emotionally in a partner that will help her get past the feeling of not being wanted.
I get an update on all the happenings in Italy and in a couple hours head to the main cabin and settle into a chair to be alone before sending a message to our intel team to get my report finished before we land. In the meantime, I pull up the link I’ve been given and watch as my angel places the book she’s been reading on the nightstand and slides under the covers. She tosses and turns for a bit and just when I think she’s settling down to rest, peeks her head over the comforter, looking around the room.
It’s as if she senses me watching her and my dick gets hard just thinking about our chemistry. “I hope to hell that you have all the cameras off because if you don’t, you and your entire crew are about to get the show of your life,” Sasha threatens. Dammit! I know I’ve told my crew that I’ll manage her surveillance, but after her last message, and the video she did for Brian stripping right on the Skype session, I don’t know what the fuck to expect. I do know that my fucking security team isn’t about to see any show she’s threatening because she belongs to me.
All cameras and audio in the master bedroom go off except for my link. Go silent!
Roger that! It’s done!
I talk into the microphone that will go overhead into the cabin of her room. “I’ve turned off the cameras and audio to my crew. I’m the only one watching you, Angel. You have something to show me?” I ask, unable to control my hardening dick that has a mind of its own where she’s concerned.
“I do, what you Americans call this gesture,” Sasha says, lifting her hand in the air to give me the middle finger, effectively telling me to fuck off, before turning away and snuggling deep into the covers.
A million things go through my mind. First I want that little finger of Sasha’s in my mouth after it’s been in her pussy, and then I want to set my angel’s ass on fire.
I’ve seen firsthand how bad her father not wanting her has scarred her emotionally. I wish to fuck there was some way I could take back what I said to her because right now it just continues to replay over and over in my head and whatever happens between us, I will forever regret what left my lips in a state of anger.
This is what fucking jealousy does, and something I’ve never felt before. This woman fucks with my head in the worst and best possible ways. I need to reason and start playing with my head instead of my dick, but goddamn my angel makes that near impossible. I want to go in there, apologize, make this right, but I know she needs time. I send a message to Scottie to see if his team has made any progress, but they haven’t been able to identify the choppers that were at the airport when we refueled. He lets me know that he’ll call me back momentarily.
I use the time to watch her as she tosses and turns. True to Scottie’s word my phone lights up with his name in less than five minutes. “Jay here,” I say.
“Lad, I just got a report from Interpol. The helicopter they were following is registered to an overseas holding company, but I doubt it’s real. Intel is tracing the origin right now. I had the team pull back when they landed at another airport because it looks like they are booked on a flight somewhere. We’re just waiting for them to go through customs to get bloody facial recognition so we can find out who these wankers are.”
I smile to myself. Scottie uses the word bloody like I use fucking. I’m sure I’ll have to google wankers so I don’t look like a bloody dumbass to my crew when they ask me later.
“You think they’re part of the Chicago Mafia? I thought Bernatelli was settled.”
“No, it’s not that crew, but I’ll know more once we get a little farther up their arses,” Scottie says, and I have to put my phone on mute for a minute so he doesn’t hear me laugh right the fuck out loud. I have no goddamn idea how I’m supposed to explain this colorful badass to my crew, but I know that he’s going to be on the team if I can persuade him to be after what went down with him and Brian.
“Excellent,” I say, nodding my head. “Great job and thanks for all the help, Scottie.”
“You’re welcome, lad,” Scottie says disconnecting, and I shake my head. No fucking idea how I feel about being called a lad in front of my men, but I’ll have to deal. I hit the button for Nick because I don’t feel like answering any of the questions I’m sure my men have for me, and I don’t want to stop watching the angel on my screen.
“What’s up,” Nick says answering.
“Can you get intel to go through all the uploads of information that Matt provided with a fine-tooth comb and then cross-reference them with any information collected on the Chicago and Italian Family?”
“I can. Are you looking for something specific?” Nick says.
“Yeah, Scottie doesn’t think it was the Chicago Family that stormed us earlier, and there’s gotta be something more here than someone wanting to take Sasha out because she’s Bernatelli’s daughter,” I say. It just doesn’t make sense, and I hope to fuck that isn’t the case since my boss is by marriage now a part of the goddamn Italian Family!
20
SASHA
He thinkshe can just keep me prisoner in this damn little room after the way that he talked to me, well he’s got another think coming. My cell phone rings and I grab it in surprise, it prompts me to hit Wi-Fi calling, and in less than thirty seconds I am connected with my sister.
“Marenah, Jay told me you were safe, but what the hell happened? I’ve been so worried about you,” I say.
“No need, I can’t talk now, but I’ll catch you up when we’re together. I’m doing well, actually much better than that honestly,” she says.
“Yah? Is it because you have a certain protective man in your bed?” I ask.
“Oh, that doesn’t even come close to describing this man. I don’t have a clue what happened, but what he offers is appealing on a level that I’ve never felt, and you know what? I’m just going with it,” Marenah says.
I can hear my sister’s happiness through the phone and am elated for her and Matt. The fact that he took down an army of men to let her escape, tracked her down and went to Russia to find my baby sister is like a fairy princess story and I am so happy for her.
“You embrace it, Marenah! Hold onto that man! It may be a once in a lifetime,” I tell her.
