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He uses his grip on my throat to pull me off the couch and drags me over to the bar. My nails rake against his skin, trying to pull him away as he spins me around.
“I think you said something about being bent over a bar, didn’t you?” his voice is low and angry as he grabs me by the back of the neck and bends me over the shiny black bar.
The growing fire between my legs turns into an inferno as he presses against my ass. His cock grinds into me as he leans forward, his mouth right beside my ear. He grazes my earlobe with his teeth as he digs his fingers into the side of my neck.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He scoffs and stands up, though his cock is still digging into me while he holds me down. “You thought that you could walk into this fucking room and try to poison me? It would almost be impressive if it weren’t the oldest trick in the fucking book.”
Tears gather in my eyes as I press my hands on the edge of the bar and try to push back against Ivan. He sighs and holds me harder against it. His leg slides between mine, pushing my feet apart.
Damn it. I didn’t want to look weak. I never should have done this. I should have tried harder to argue with my father about retaliating.
“No use crying, doll. If you’re going to play with the big boys, you’re going to have to answer for your actions when you get caught.”
Cool metal drags along my thigh, the bite of a sharp edge there but not yet breaking the skin. My breath hitches and the tears roll down my cheeks. I never should have tried to kill him. I should have let Dad handle it.
“Now,” Ivan says, as he takes a step back, the warmth of his body leaving mine. “Tell me who sent you here to kill me!”
“Nobody.” I bite back the tears. “Nobody sent me to kill you.”
He scoffs and twists the knife on my thigh. “I don’t want to hurt you now—at least no more than you'd like. What I want to know is who sent you after me. Which family do you belong to?”
My lips press into a thin line. Though I’ve tried to avoid mob life for as long as possible, I know the rules. If I tell him who my father is, I’m as good as dead. If he finds out who I am, my sister and my entire family are at risk. Lily doesn’t need to be put in any more danger.
“I can find out for myself, but if I have to do that, then I will kill everyone you love.” He sinks his hand into my hair and pulls my head back, twisting it to the side so I can look at him. “Do you understand me?”
“Nobody sent me.”
“You’re full of shit and we both know it. You came here tonight intending to lure me in and kill me. Who the fuck do you work for?”
My mouth snaps shut as I glare at him. He pulls on my hair a little tighter, sending a rush of fear through my body. He could kill me right now if he wanted to. There wouldn’t be a moment of hesitation for him. Though I know that there is no getting away from him now, I’m not going to go down without a fight.
My knuckles turn white as I press my hands harder against the edge. The pressure helps to keep my fear down. I’m not going to give the bastard the satisfaction of knowing how afraid of him I truly am.
I should’ve never gone after him. I should have spent more time with Lily and made sure that she was going to wake up. I’m no better than Dad and James.
Sirens scream through the muffled music as Ivan smiles wryly at me. He draws the knife in a thin line from my knee to the hem of my dress, breaking the skin. Blood trickles on the shallow cut as he lets go of me and takes a step back.
“If I see you again, you won’t be so lucky next time, doll. Trust me.”
Chapter 4 - Ivan
Julio drops a bag filled with money onto the worn wooden table before taking a seat on the leather stool across from me. His dark eyes narrow as Roman steps forward and takes the bag, passing it off to Nik to count.
“I trust that the money we agreed upon is in there,” I say, crossing my arms and leaning forward on the table. “You know what happened to the last man who tried to fuck me over.”
Julio shifts in his seat, his gaze darting around the otherwise abandoned warehouse. This building is full of broken crates and tattered tarps that look like they were abandoned a long time ago. When I bought the building a few years ago, most of the windows were smashed and boarded up. It’s easier to do business in a building that everyone thinks is empty.
“I know,” Julio says, his Spanish accent thick. He jerks his chin in the direction of the bag. “It is all in there as agreed. You still have the guns that you’ve promised you could move?”
Roman steps forward with a written contract. The wording of the contract is vague, never quite stating what is being shipped, only that we are transporting cargo for half a million dollars.
I take the contract from him and push it toward Julio. “It is all outlined here. Once the money is verified and you have signed the contract, I will begin the shipments. Your guns will arrive no later than the end of the month.”
Julio looks at the contract while Nik counts out the money. As Nik nods and takes the bag outside to my waiting car, I hand Julio a pen. He stares at me, his eyes narrowing for a moment.
As he watches me, I raise an eyebrow. We both know that I don’t need this deal, even if it is a lucrative one. However, he does need the guns and the Bratva has the power to get the weapons to him without getting caught.
He clicks the pen before flipping to the last page of the contract and scrawling his name across the bottom.
