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There was a ripple of laughter.
I seized the moment. “Look, I want peace, Jakov. You don’t trust me, and you have no reason to, but I’m willing to do whatever it takes to show you that you can.”
There was a long pause. “No, Ace. I know your penchant for pain. As much as pummeling your flesh would feel so fucking good right now, it’s not the recompense we need to make this right.”
“Do you have something else in mind?” I demanded.
“We need a hefty insurance to trust you enough for peace. Can you give that to us, piggy?”
“And what do you propose?” I ground out, the inkling in my gut not liking where this was going.
“A woman.”
Of course.... I’d not been thinking clearly when I came. Now it was going to take a great deal of thinking to fix this nightmare. Like a madman, I’d simply rushed into this, craving a fix to soothe the ache in my chest with a damn good fight...one I may not have come back alive from. But that wasn’t enough for Jakov—he wanted a woman. “I’m sure there are plenty of women in the Bratva—”
“A princess, pig. I want a fucking princess.”
Well, there was only one of those, and he couldn’t have her. Briana was mine. “Over my dead body.”
“Now there’s a restitution I can get behind.” The hammer on the gun cocked back.
This was it. Part of me had known this was how tonight would end— “Wait,” I hissed, an idea popping into my head. “There’s another princess. Visiting, but still Bratva.”
Jakov hummed. “I’m listening.”
Chapter 36 – Briana
Isat on the counterin my sleeper set, a blanket wrapped tightly around my body as I waited on Viktor to come home. The only light in the dark room came from the appliances.
The screen slid open, jarring me out of my inner reverie. The sound of rough breathing sent my heart leaping into my throat. There hadn’t been an underground fight tonight, so Nikolai admitted his cousin had likely gone to pick one.
The towering figure closed the door, then paused as he caught sight of me. “It’s four in the morning,” Viktor rasped.
Swallowing hard, I pushed back the emotions threatening to choke what needed saying. “We need to talk.”
There was a short, deep laugh. “Isn’t that usually a bad thing?”
