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Motherfucker, had he just said wife?
I felt like someone shot me in the back of my head. That kind of cowardly hit, when they give you no warning or chance to fight back, and just pull the trigger.
I looked at her, straight into her eyes with intensity, trying to gaze into her soul, and I saw the recognition. Ludmila was a good poker player, but I saw how her chest started going up and down faster because of her accelerated breathing.
My Russian queen was married to that sleezy looking man? A misplaced feeling of possession took over my rational mind, and I almost jumped to pull her away from him.
Who the fuck was Alexei Popov, and how did he get to my queen?
“Hello.” A nice voice said from my side. Katja was speaking to me, but I was puzzled.
“You don’t have an accent.” I loved hearing Ludmila speak with that thick Russian sound.
“I was in boarding school most of my life. England.”
“Right.” I looked at my dad who had a rough look on his face, telling me to get my shit together. “I’m very pleased to meet you, Katja.”
I pulled out the chair next to me and offered her the seat. Shit! The woman I yearned for couldn’t come to my side because she had to sit on the opposite side of the table next to her fucking husband.
“Thank you, Enzo.”
I just nodded and took my seat, feeling tight like a chord ready to snap.
“So, Don Nucci,” Alexei said with a voice that was the victim of some heavy chain smoking. The man must have been in his fifties, so what the fuck was Ludmila doing with him? “This is the family you keep bragging about.”
“My wife and son are my most precious treasures. Although, my family is a little larger than this, as you must know by now.”
“Oh, da, I get it. Should we order? I’m famished.”
The waitress came around, and we put in the order. I tried to be pleasant to Katja. I poured her wine and asked a few frivolous questions, but it was hard, when my dick was pulling me in the other direction. Ten minutes later, Ludmila got up to go to the bathroom. I waited two minutes so it wouldn’t look suspicious and excused myself too. I chased her trail like a greyhound chasing a rabbit and found her in front of the sink in the women’s bathroom. She didn’t see me until I stepped into the view and trapped her to the sink counter with my arms.
She looked at me in the mirror, but all the passion I saw in her eyes the other night was now dead.
“Enzo, don’t.”
“I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Let me go.”
“No.”
“You’re going to get us both killed.”
I let my head down and laughed.
“Do you really think that fucking prick with a failing liver scares me?”
“Fine, he can’t kill you.” Her face stayed frozen, every beautiful feature empty of emotion. “But he can damn well kill me.”
Fuck. Was she scared of Alexei? My body charged with smoldering anger and I wanted to let her know that I could protect her.
“Ludmila, listen,”
“No, I won’t. Alexei spoke about how much he wants Katja to get together with you. Go do that.” What the hell? She was trying to set me up with her stepdaughter?
“I don’t fucking care what Alexei wants. Katja is not the one who has sneaked into my dreams every night. It’s you, baby doll.”
“You have to forget me. Forget everything, and never tell a soul. If you care about me at all, you’ll never tell.” She was cool, but desperation was easy to spot behind her words. What did Alexei have on this woman? Was it love? Could she really love him, but gift her body to me so easily? Was it something else, something worse? One way or another, I was going to find out.
