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Nikolai

It’s goingto be humid as hell today, I can already feel it. The air is thick. I check my phone to see if Charlotte has left for the day and am surprised to see she’s still at the condo. It’s already past nine. She’s usually up and out before eight. She stops for a coffee on the way there—a small café a block away from the deli. I think she goes out of her way to shop the local small businesses and keeps her cash out of the chain store registers.

Yogi jogs down the steps of the brownstone he’s been shacking up in the last few weeks. A day-old beard clings to his jawline and the bags under his eyes suggest he had as little sleep as I did last night.

“Whose place is this?” I ask, gesturing to the brownstone.

“Eva’s.” He drops the name, and when I look up, I see a brunette watching us from the bedroom windows.

“You’re being careful, yes?”

He raises an eyebrow. “Nikolai. I’ve known her since high school. There’s nothing to be careful about.” He glances over his shoulder and waves at her. She smiles, then disappears behind the curtain.

“Eva.” I try to place her. If he knew her in high school, then shouldn’t I?

“Her mother and mine played cards on the weekends. They went to the same women’s club. You don’t know her,” he answers before I can even ask.

“Even more reason to be careful, right? What will her mother do if you break her heart?” I tease. Yogi takes a cigarette from his shirt pocket and lights it.

“I’m marrying her, Nikolai.” He takes a drag then brings his eyes to mine. “This fall.”

I look back at the window then to him. “You won’t get a fight out of me. She has a good family?”

“Her family brought her here from Russia when she was in grade school. Her father owns five laundromats. He’s not associated with anyone that would hurt us,” he explains.

I nod and smile. “Congratulations then.”

“Thank you.” He blows out a cloud and drops the cigarette to the ground and crushes it with his heel. “You drove yourself?” He looks at the empty driver’s side of the car.

“I can do that, you know.”

“I thought Boris was picking you up,” Yogi frowns.

“I told him to meet us here. I got a call from the clinic. Percy is out of detox and has stabilized. You two are going to go out there today and see if you can get more information out of him. Maybe his memory is cleaned up now that the shit isn’t in his veins.”

Just as I say it, Boris pulls behind my car.

“What’d I miss?” he asks as he steps onto the curb.

“We’re going to the clinic to have a chat with our friend,” Yogi explains.

“What about Oliver? Any luck tracking him down?”

Yogi shakes his head. “No, that worm has buried himself deep. I have a few more rocks to turn over, though so I’m sure we’ll find him soon.”

I clench my jaw. It’s one thing for an asshole to run from me because he’s trying to hide from his debt. But this prick knows his sister is paying his debt for him and instead of coming forward to take care of it himself, he goes into hiding.

“Let me know as soon as you know anything.” I climb into the driver’s seat of my car and Yogi jogs off to get to work.

I turn on the car, blasting the air conditioning while I text Viktor to find out why they’re still home. Is she sick? I was too hard with her last night, forcing my cock down her throat then fucking her against the wall. I shouldn’t have taken my stress out on her, not like that. Even if she did start it with getting on her knees the way she did.

I groan at the mental images starting to pop up. My cock stiffens just remembering the feel of her fingers wrapping around my cock. And then her tongue… holy fuck, that tongue of hers.

Dropped her at the deli an hour ago.

Maybe she left her phone at the condo.

She’s not going to want to go the whole day without her phone, and it’ll only take an hour to grab it and get it to her. And my decision to bring it to her has nothing to do with the lingering memory of her tongue.


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