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“And what’s the right way?” I purr.
“You coming on my cock,” he whispers, and my insides contract as he presses his lips against mine and kisses me.
“I thought you were looking for the twins?” Conor says as he walks into the room and flops onto the bed beside me.
Shane’s head snaps up and he turns to his brother. “I was. I found them. And now I’m kinda busy with my girl. So, get lost,” he says with a wicked grin.
“Our girl,” Conor winks at me before he leans down and kisses me too. Shane sits back and sighs as Conor devours my mouth.
I run my fingers through his hair and a few moments later he pulls back from me with a groan. “We gotta go, Angel. You have a good day and we’ll see you tonight.”
I lick my lips as I look at them both. they're so damn handsome. “I’ll make something nice for dinner.”
Shane gives me a last kiss on the lips before he and Conor get up and walk out of the room. I lie back against the pillow and close my eyes. I’m going to enjoy being a Ryan.
It begins to rain as I’m heading back to the apartment after my appointment at the beauty salon. I duck into the alleyway next to our building and head toward the garage entrance. I’m just about to press my finger on the external keypad when a voice behind me startles me.
“Jessica,” he says in a thick Russian accent.
I spin on my heel as my heart starts to pound in my chest and I come face to face with a giant bear of a man wearing mirrored aviator sunglasses. My own reflection stares back at me. Flame red hair and my shocked face as pale as the full moon.
“You need to come with me,” he says as he grabs hold of my arm.
I wrench myself from his grip. “The hell I do,” I snarl. “And my name isn’t Jessica. You’ve got the wrong girl.” I glance at the keypad and then at his throat. I could punch him in the jugular and make a run for it.
He sighs deeply and lets go of my arm, taking a step back and holding out his hands in surrender. He removes his sunglasses and his face softens. “I’m not here to hurt you. But you must listen to me. You’re in grave danger here. You need to come with me.”
“You know nothing about me. Who the hell are you?” I frown at him.
“I know everything about you. But you need to come with me. We don’t have much time.” He glances up and down the alleyway.
“I’m not going anywhere with you. Do Shane and his brothers know anything about this?”
He narrows his eyes at me. “The Ryan brothers are not the saviors you think they are, Moya kroshka. They won’t protect you. They will feed you to the Volk without a second thought.”
My blood freezes in my veins at the mention of the Wolf’s name. “Who are you?” I stammer again as I take a step back from him until I’m pressed against the steel door.
“Please, Jessica. Your father is waiting for you,” he says softly, holding out his hand to me.
I shake my head as I look at his outstretched hand. “My father is dead.”
“No. He is not,” he insists.
I look up at him, glaring into his dark gray eyes. “Yes, he is. I saw him murdered myself. And nothing you can say is going to make me believe otherwise,” I snarl as I stand taller, preparing for a fight. I’m not going to go quietly. I will scream down this whole neighborhood if I have to.
He lifts his hand and I steel myself for the blow, but he only reaches inside his coat and pulls out a cell phone. He dials a number and holds it to his ear. Then he speaks in Russian.
“She won’t believe me. You’ll need to come.” He glances at me. “I know,” he sighs. “Yes, but unless you want me to kidnap your daughter, I don’t see that we have a choice.” he's quiet for a moment before he speaks again. “Okay,” he nods and then he ends the call and pockets his phone.
I watch the entire exchange with an open mouth. What the hell is this guy’s deal?
“The Boss will be here shortly. But you’ll need to get him inside quickly. He can’t be out in public for too long and risk being seen.”
I frown at him. Does he really believe that his boss is my father? “Look, I don’t know what’s going on here, but I’m not hanging around here to meet your boss, no matter who he is.”
He glares at me and we both know I’m not going anywhere, because if there is the tiniest glimmer of hope in my heart that my father might be alive, then I will stand here and wait. A black Sedan pulls up at the end of the alleyway and the door opens. My heart feels like it might pound straight out of my chest and my eyes are so fixed on the door of the vehicle, I wonder if they might burn a hole through the metal. A man steps out. He wears a baseball cap and keeps his head bent low as he walks toward us. I strain my eyes, desperate to see his face.
My blood thunders through my veins, pounding in my ears and blurring my vision. I don’t know if there are tears in my eyes, but I can’t seem to focus on his face. His footsteps draw nearer as he keeps his head bent low. It feels like it takes an eternity for him to reach us. The man who looks like a bear stiffens as his boss approaches, as though he’s expecting to be reprimanded.
