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I struggled to stand, feeling dizzy. I swayed slightly on my feet, but luckily, Gracie was there. I put my arm around her as she helped me to the bed. I pulled her down beside me. That was when I heard Miki shouting, “Sashenka!”
Oh, oh! He was using my full name, so I guessed he was pissed at me for going off on my own to meet the informant. Shit! “Up here!” I shouted back, and a second later, he and Romi ran into the room.
I still had my arm around Gracie and kept it there. They ignored her and started firing off questions to me in Russian, asking what the heck was going on. I did my best to answer.
Gracie started to move away, but I pulled her closer.Uh uh, you are staying right here, baby, you are mine now.
“Miki, Romi, this is my Little Miss Hot Mess, Gracie,” I said proudly.
“Gracie, sweetheart, this is my brother Miki and cousin Romi,” I introduced. Both guys grinned.
“Nice to meet you, Gracie; we have heard a lot about you,” they said almost in unison, then laughed and smirked when she blushed.
“So, you are not only hot and sassy but brave too!” Miki stated with a wink.
“Yes, she is!” I growled at him, “And she is mine!” I stated possessively.
He could keep his bloody smiles and winks to himself. This girl was mine! Miki and Romi laughed, and I scowled at them.
“Got it, bro!” Miki chuckled.
Gracie was looking at me in shock. I winked at her.
“If you think I’m letting you go easily after you saved my life and then fought those guys a second time with me, you are so wrong!” I told her.
“Erm, what?” she asked, blinking rapidly as if she was trying hard to process my words.
“You heard me. You are mine now, Little Miss Hot Mess, and I won’t be letting you go!” I informed her.
She gasped, looking outraged. Hmmm, obviously, we were not on the same page yet. Guess I needed to change that.
“I don’t belong to anyone, and I’m certainly not yours!” she declared, standing up to face me with her hands on her hips, looking pissed.
“Ha, good luck, little brother,” Miki said before he and Romi left the room, chuckling.
“We’ll see!” I grinned at her. God, she was so hot! I eyed her up and down, wicked thoughts of all the things I wanted to do to her running through my mind.
“You’re nuts!” she cried, shaking her head at me.
“Over you!” I agreed, nodding, and smiling.
“If I wasn’t already before, I certainly would be after that little display of bravery, hon,” I stated and then pulled her back down and onto my lap for a kiss.
She squealed, and I took the opportunity to plant my lips on hers the way I’d been dreaming of doing for the last week. She tasted so good; even without the cream, she tasted sweet and like sin. I could kiss her for hours, even with my sore mouth. I was very pleased that she was kissing me back just as deeply. Hmm, I groaned against her lips as she moaned into mine.
I was so lost in her that I didn’t hear Miki and Romi entering the room again until one of them cleared their throat. I very reluctantly broke our kiss but kept my arms around her. I didn’t seem to want to let her go, and thankfully, she didn’t fight me on it. We stared at each other, panting hard. That kiss had taken our breath away.
I looked into her gorgeous blue eyes, and it hit me like a punch to the gut. She was the one. At that very moment, I knew it. Woah! That thought should worry me; we had only just met, after all, yet it didn’t.
I marvelled at how, just a week ago, I’d thought it would be difficult for me to find a woman who could fit into my life and believed that love was unlikely to be in my future. Yet here she stood. Not only could I imagine her standing beside me as my equal, taking the dangers of my life in her stride, but I could imagine falling deeply in love with her. I didn’t think it would take much. I felt like I was already halfway there. She was staring at me, too, with a shy look on her face, and I wondered if she was thinking something similar.
“We need to go. Cleaners are on their way,” Miki said, pulling me from my musings.
I nodded as he and Romi lifted the big guy between them and hoisted him out of the room.
Miki was right. We needed to get out of here. Our cleaners would take care of everything for us. Yet, I didn’t move and kept her sitting on my lap. Her breath hitched and she gulped loudly as I pressed little kisses to her jaw and nibbled her neck. We really should move, but I wanted another minute to savour the feel of her in my arms. Besides, although the cleaners were on their way, thankfully, the police weren’t. Miki would have had Marko check. So, we had a few minutes.
Luckily, the gun Mohammed used had been fitted with a silencer. That was unusual for a weapon used by the Malia Boys, but it was probably all part of the plan to frame the Albanians with the attacks against us.
