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AIDAN
"It really is you."
She snorted as I showed her the meme with Michael Scott fromThe Officepissing himself with laughter over a photo that said, 'Pump gently, I squirt.’
She shoved me in the side. "Hush."
"That makes me want to do the opposite."
"That's because you're difficult."
I grabbed the pillow and rearranged it under my head just as a knock sounded at the door.
"Who is it?" Savvie called out.
"It is I. Misha."
"Do you think he knows he sounds like a thousand-year-old vampire?"
I couldn't deny, the Russian asshole did sound like he came from another era.
Maxim had lost the accent. He’d picked up the vernacular, but Misha hadn’t.
Since I’d first met him at Aoife’s bakery, I’d done my due diligence. What I’d learned hadn’t disturbed me, not until I realized he was dating my sister-in-law…
I got to my feet and moved over to the door.
After the initial greeting, I hadn't exactly lowered my walls around the Bratva brother and had been monitoring him ever since.
Once I opened the door, I leaned against it. "What do you want?"
"Here."
He passed me his cell phone and I lifted it to my ear.
"Who is this?"
"It's Maxim."
"What do you want?" I groused.
"I wanted to tell you that Misha is on his best behavior."
I turned my back on Misha and strolled deeper into my bedroom.
"How can you give me that assurance? Is he brain dead and you order him around?"
"No, but I have him on a short leash."
"How short?"
"Very short." He grunted. "He is not a bad man, Aidan."
"I don't care if he's good or bad. He's Bratva, and he's dating my sister-in-law who has to be ten or so years younger than him."
"Eight years," Misha called out.