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I held my tongue, waiting to see if my father would be receptive to my advice. He grinned broadly and patted my knee and I knew I had done well.
“So be it. Dimitri, see to everything Anya said. This, my lad, is why my daughter will lead this family when I die, and not you. Is this clear?”
The man’s nostrils flared and he opened his mouth to speak, and faster than I could even think, my father’s hand drew a gun from beneath his pillow and it was pointed at Dimitri.
“Do you understand?” he asked again, chambering a round as he took his eyes off of me and looked at Dimitri.
“Yes, sir.” Dimitri’s expression did not soften a bit.
“Anya,” Papa said, taking my hand, and placing the weapon in it. “Let Mr. Alnikov understand who his boss is.”
The gun shook in my hand, the smooth cold steel standing at odds with everything inside of me. But my father had agreed with me, and this man stood between me and the peace I wanted to bring to the family. So I raised the weapon, pointing it dead at his chest. He stared me down as if he were not afraid of me, and I gave him a cold look in return.
“It’s time you follow orders, Dimitri. Now go do as you were asked so we do not have a problem.” I hoped no one saw the slight shaking of my hands. Dimitri shook his head and walked out. I received my praise from my father, returned his gun to him, and promptly walked to the toilet to vomit, well out of earshot.
I was not the sort to threaten with violence, even if my father thought I was. But I wasn’t about to let my desire go unseen, and after my conversation with Leo the other night, I knew he was onboard now too. It was the only explanation for why the warring had diminished.
I sent him a text message, asking him to meet me at the restaurant where we first met. I had to learn more about him, and thank him for helping me.
6
LEO
Anya wasn’t just another thing I fit into my busy schedule, but today had been stressful, and I had merged a few meetings just to make time for her. I sat in the back room of the restaurant where we first met that day during the shooting, talking with two of my men. The cop on payroll, Liam, offered insights into the decrease of violence. While I hadn’t officially pulled our men back at all, the lull in shootings or incidences of vandalism had fallen. It was a good thing for both sides, which I was certain was the reason Anya wanted to see me.
“So we just need to keep this stalemate going.” Luke, an arms dealer with an attitude, sipped his whiskey and set the glass back on the table just as the door opened. Anya strolled in, followed by another one of my men, Tito. Muscle and security, as if a petite woman was any harm to me.
“Welcome my guest, gentlemen, then be on your way. I have business with the beautiful Ms. Shukhov here.” I rose as she entered, nodding at Tito who backed out. Luke and Liam stood, grumbling something they would later regret, and I scowled at them as they scurried away like roaches when a light is turned on.
Alone with Anya, I gestured to a chair next to me, but she remained standing. I sat, taking my glass of whiskey and finishing the contents. She looked beautiful, dark hair swept behind her back and clasped with a bright blue clip. Her eyes sparkled, a coy smile turning her lips.
“You didn’t tell me what a powerful man you were, Leo.” She set her clutch down on the table and moved a few steps closer to me. Her manicured fingernails dragged across the white tablecloth, brushing against my arm.
“I told you what you needed to know, and I kept my word.” I recalled telling her in that nightclub that I would never lie to her, and I hadn’t.
When her hand slipped into mine, I noticed how cold she was. As if the frigid temps outside had bitten down on her porcelain skin, and now she begged my warmth to envelope her.
“I know what you’ve done, and I’m here to offer my gratitude. I’m working with my father now, to settle some things and maybe bring peace.” Her fingers trailed up my arm to my shoulder as she moved closer still. She walked around behind me, hand tracing the shoulder seam of my suit coat across my back.
“Gratitude?” It was possible that she thought I had been responsible for the decrease in violence, and given our last conversation about wanting to bring peace between the families, I could see how she’d made that assumption. “I just do what my heart leads me to do.”
Anya moved my arm away as she lifted her leg and reached it across my lap. As she straddled me, in the same compromising position we’d found ourselves in that damn nightclub, I found my cock responding quickly. Her jeans, however, posed a problem.
“Is this the time and place?” She loosened my tie, concentrating on what her hands were doing, not on my face where I tried to hide the lust burning inside of me. A good fuck was one thing, but this woman had gotten under my skin. She was dangerous. She was the enemy. So why did I want her?
“It could be. What do you have in mind?” I let her remove the tie and begin unbuttoning my shirt. Her chilly fingers brushed over my skin as she pulled the shirt out of my waistband.
“I find you irresistible, Leo. And while there are things I don’t know about you, things I suspect might make my father enraged, I find myself so drawn to you. Life is short, and I don’t want regrets, so when I see something I want, I just go after it.” Anya shed her coat, letting it fall behind herself.
“And what is it that you want?” I rested my hands on her thighs, the pressure in my groin needling at me. I knew what I wanted.
“Well, for starters, I want you to take my clothes off. Then I want you to make me feel amazing. Then I want you to feel amazing. And after that, we can talk business.” She grabbed my belt, unbuckling it with ease before loosing the button on my slacks and reaching into my boxers.
“I wasn’t aware that you were so forward, Anya. I got the impression that you were a shy girl.”
“You got the wrong impression.” She gripped my now-rock-hard cock. “I hope you don’t mind.”
Since that night in the club I’d wanted to taste her, so no, I didn’t mind one bit. But I kept my guard up anyway. If she knew who I was, she’d know I was not to be trifled with, but I had a feeling she didn’t quite know. Or maybe she did, and she didn’t care. She was half my age, and girls like this—with massive daddy issues—were easy to pluck. Like taking candy from a baby.
