“It’s the middle of the night!”
I spin back around and kiss her softly on the lips. I can’t wait to taste her when the threat of imminent retaliation isn’t hanging over our heads. How much sweeter will her kisses be then?
“I’ll be back. Lock the door behind me.”
Pavel has been around long enough to know that Cyrille is off-limits. Maksim may be dead, but she is still a Bratva wife, and he is still nothing but a grunt in the army I command.
Or at least, he was.
After tonight, he’ll be nothing but a stain on the ground and a distant memory.
“They’re coming,” Konstantin says, standing aside to allow the three enforcers to pass into the room. Pavel walks in first, followed by two other soldiers, Stanislav and Augustin.
“Pakhan.” Stanislav bows to me, but he’s bouncing on the balls of hi
