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“I expect nothing less from a contract law aficionado,” I interrupted.
Briana huffed. “Rule number one, I’m in charge.”
Oh, that’s too cute, suits.
“Rule number two, sex is off the table. More will come, and I’ll draw up an official document. It goes without saying, but it will still be a clause in the final document that telling anyone this is fake is off limits.”
I smirked. “I’m looking forward to seeing this contract. You can show me after I see this supposedlysafeneighborhood before dinner and drinks on Tuesday. And, suits?”
“Yes?” Her voice was shrill.
“Thanks for calling.”
“You were the last resort, don’t flatter yourself.”
“Ouch, babe. Now, as your boyfriend—”
“Fake!” she exclaimed firmly.
“—I want you to catch a cab. Then text me the moment you are safely locked in your apartment.”
There was a pause. “Goodnight, Viktor.” There was a click as she hung up.
Chuckling, I caught myself rubbing my chin. The smell of blood brought me back to the present. Toli and Boris, my number twos, hadn’t come out to get me, which meant everything was under control, so I stole a moment to relish this opportunity.
What did I just get myself into?A wedding date on an exotic island, and...Briana Pelto would be mine for a whole weekend. Delicious fantasies bubbled up, and I did nothing to squash them as I imagined that lithe, fit body swathed in a bikini. I would have to get her measurements from my sister and pick out a swimsuit—better yet, I would make it match something for me. Hmm, what other gifts could I bring my new girlfriend?
It’s not real!That thought should have been a dash of cold water, but it didn’t affect my spirits. Instead, all I could think about was kissing her. It might be a short-lived circumstance, but that didn’t mean I was going to play pretend. My cock twitched at the thought of pulling her long, brown hair back and sucking her exposed throat.
She’d reached out looking for a sheep to do her bidding, and she was going to find a wolf under all that wool.
“You’re all mine, suits,” I whispered.
~*~
When the Serb finallysquealed, I made short work of finishing him and left soon after, knowing Toli and Boris would clean up.
For the first time in forever, I wasn’t making a beeline to Vince’s beach club to work off the horrors of torture. Nautical Deck had rooms upstairs, and I had one of them booked under an alias. I liked to clean up there and have a few drinks before losing myself to the revelry below. Killing was an unfortunate part of the business, but it was either kill or be killed.
Instead of going through my usual routine after a hit or torture session, I flew down the highway in my Italian sports car. I wove the stallion through the streets of my posh neighborhood. At my gate, the guard gave me a nod.
Pulling into the circular drive, I parked before the front door. I would worry about parking it in the garage later; first things first.
“Oh, little zaika!” I crooned, slamming the door closed behind me.
There was a beat of silence before my sister stumbled out of the rec room. Clad in fuzzy pajamas and slippers, Sophia clutched a plush blanket around her shoulders and gaped at me. “What the hell, Vik?”
“Were you napping, zaika?” I teased, chucking her under the chin.
Her face pinched in disgust, and she took a voluntary step back. “You’re all bloody, kozjól!”
I was. “Sorry, I’ll clean up in a moment. I need a favor first. Can you track Briana’s phone?”
Sophia blinked her pretty blue eyes up at me in confusion. “Briana? As in my old roommate from Boston?”
She was screwing with me. She had to be. “That’s the one!” I said, clapping my hands together and gesturing down the hall.
I was pissed Briana hadn’t contacted me again to confirm she was safe at home. She thought she was in charge of this situation. But if she wanted me to play along, she was going to learn pretty damn quick that I wasn’t a submissive.
