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Then, Tyler’s fingers caught my chin and I was forced to look up into those dark eyes. The softer looks I had definitely imagined because there was no trace of them now.
“One way or another,” Tyler said, his voice low with a wicked and cruel promise. “I’ll make you talk.”
Then he nodded, something clapped over my face and the image of Tyler Michaelson blurred into darkness as I slumped to the ground.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Hendrix
There was nothing better than Russian Red Army vodka.
Unless it was served by a naked woman dripping in your diamonds, a woman who’d once been your enemy’s hooker-turned-wife, and who now served as whatever the hell you wanted on a day-to-day basis.
Irina Volksov kept her gaze above mine as I toyed with a nipple and threw back my third shot. “Two more and we’ll call it a night, sweetheart. Unless Cross gets his ass here within the next fifteen minutes.”
“Vatever,” she said with a shrug and I pinched the rosy-red bud again. She winced but didn’t make a sound, which was why she was currently my second-favorite fuck. I couldn’t stand a noisy woman. “Anything else, sir?”
“On your knees,” I said, and she sighed but dutifully began to sink down, moving carefully on her glass stilettos. Before Irina could get all the way to the floor, though, I grabbed her dark hair and yanked her forward. “Somethin’ wrong, sweetheart?”
“N-no,” she said, her Russian accent getting thicker and her blue eyes blinking rapidly. “I just zink—”
Letting go of her hair, I gave Irina a firm slap on the face and shook my head. “Don’t think. You’re too beautiful for that. I know your dead husband let his hookers go to school and shit, but that was absolute bull. Women don’t need to think.”
“It vas for when the dancers get too old,” Irina explained as though I gave a fuck. But from the way her eyes blazed, I wondered if she’d been the one to get old Ivan onto the idea.
“Well, isn’t that sweet,” I mocked. “Do they also get retirement funds?”
“Ivan vas good man,” Irina said, and I laughed louder.
“Ivan Volksov was a weak, stupid prick.” I snorted and then stroked her face, shaking my head. “Irina, he couldn’t even protect you — not like I can.”
She snorted. Anger flickered in my gut but I quashed it. I liked for my girls to push boundaries a little. It kept things interesting.
Because then it allowed me to remind them of their place.
Grinning at her, I curled my fingers into her hair and yanked her head back. “You were there. It was so easy to kill him.” Irina’s throat kneaded and she glared at me. “Besides, what use could a beautiful hooker like you have behind a desk – building bombs?”
“I’m smart. I vas to be physicist at MIT,” Irina flashed.
I grabbed her by the throat and purred, “You one now?”
“N-no,” Irina croaked out.
“What are you, Irina?”
“Yours, Mr. Hendrix,” she managed to get out.
“Exactly.” I let her go, and she coughed, pressing a hand to her throat. I rolled my eyes. These Russian whores were so dramatic. “It’s okay. I enjoy our conversations, to a point. Now, put your mouth to better use.”
Tears were pooling in Irina’s eyes and her hands shook as she reached for my belt. Then there was a knock on the door. I sighed and reached over, buzzing them in.
“Boss- Ah, shit.” My lawyer, Bertie Cross, stopped and averted his eyes. “You want me to come back?”
“Not at all,” I said. “I’ve been trying to pass the time.” Standing up, I was gratified when Irina remained kneeling and patted her head. “Stay there, pet.”
Bertie darted his eyes to the buxom rack that Irina boasted and I bit back a laugh. He gave me a nervous look. “Sorry, but ah, maybe we should talk in private.”
“What the fuck is she gonna do?” I asked with a laugh. “And I know you enjoy the view. Irina,” I clicked my tongue, and she straightened, giving me an impassive glance. “Play with your tits while we talk. Bertie loves ‘em.”
