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The point is, Nikolai was the sweetest human I’d ever met. He knew how to catch a cock like a pro, but outside of that, he was nothing but angelic.
I mean, even the sex was heavenly.
But let me not get distracted here.
Regardless of what I wanted, we really had no choice. If Nikolai did not take out Vladimir, Vladimir would take outhim. If one of us took out Vladimir for him, there were tens of other mafiosos lined up to take his place and then try to kill Nikolai themselves.
We could flee—we could run away, maybe to somewhere in Europe. Paris or Capri or maybe even London. We could change our names and dye our hair—oh, but I loved his blond hair—and wear colored contacts. We could study foreign accents on YouTube and completely disguise ourselves. Maybe Nikolai would use some of his family’s wealth to buy us a farm in the Scottish Highlands and we could just raise sheep or milk cows or do whatever the hell farmers do—don’t judge me, I’m a city boy after all.
As is Nikolai.
Sweet, angelic Nikolai.
Again, it didn’t matter. We had to train Nikolai a bit more before devising the exact way we’d move forward with saving his life. It needed to be something he’d be comfortable with—that was the only reason I didn’t fully have the plan in place even prior to his arrival.
Well, kidnapping. But I think he’s forgiven me now.
If I’m not totally crazy—which perhaps I am—I remember thinking he’d gotten a bit of a boner when I’d dragged him into the car to escape Vladimir’s and his thugs. I thought it was all in my head, but now I’m thinking that was real…
Anyway, the final steps in Nikolai’s training would be purely mental. Maybe I’d have Svetlana let him shoot at a few more targets, but he seemed to have that part down packed. I’m not sure he’d need to know anything about Roman’s poisons or Mr. Ivanov’s technological obsession, but it couldn’t hurt the boy. Igor’s lock-picking likely wouldn’t be of any use to him.
It was all psychology at this point. I needed to see if he was really prepared to kill a man.
And then, when I felt he was ready, I’d discuss the plan with him.
He was the Pakhan, after all. It should be his call.
I heard Nikolai inhale deeply before turning onto his back and wiping his eyes with both
fists.
“Good morning,” he said, his voice still a morning croak.
“Good morning, sweet Nikolai.”
He wiped his face with his hands several times, likely nervous he had eye gook or something, totally unaware that there was nothing on this God-given planet that would make me less attracted to him.
“Damien…”
“Yes?”
“What day is it today…”
“It’s Wednesday morning, Nikolai.”
“Was yesterday real?” Nikolai finally turned towards me and stopped wiping at his face. His eyes were blue as the summer sky, his lashes long and elegant—a deeply moving sight that made my heart churn for him all over again. He then leaned in to kiss my lips. The boy even smelled of roses in the morning.
“Yesterday was real,” I told him. “And the best day of my life.” It took every fiber of my being to resist repeating what we’d done in the woods, now in bed, but the risk was too great.
I didn’t care if the others knew that Nikolai and I were falling in love.
That said, they didn’t need to hear us fucking. There was no way I could control the noise with him—my passion was too deep, and everyone’s bedrooms were just down the hall. The kitchen was directly underneath us.
“Let’s get ourselves some coffee,” I said. “Mr. Ivanov is surely waiting for us downstairs.”
Nikolai grabbed his iPhone. “It’s already 10:30,” he said. “Do you think my Grandpa
called?”
