“You will hear from my father, Maxim. Mark my fucking words,” he manages to say in between sobs. I expected his guards to come running in guns blazing when they heard his screams. But I remembered they don’t have many. His family doesn’t have the money like before. A sudden sense of smug satisfaction rushes over me, knowing that I was the cause of that.
Such a disgrace. My lips stretch into a wicked smile that makes people cry for mercy. “I’ll be waiting.”
“Sebastian. Carlos. Get the fuck in here now!” I call out for my guards. “Get him out of here and send someone to clean this damn mess up!” They rush to where Donny’s lying, grab him up by the arms and haul him out. I bring my hands down my face and let out an exasperated sigh as I turn to Andrei. “I hope you enjoyed yourself because you might’ve ruined my plans. What the hell were you thinking? Wait, don’t answer that. You weren’t thinking with the right head; that's the problem.”
“In my defense, I didn’t know she was his sister at first. She was all over me, and well, I can’t think with two heads at once as you said.” He smirks, but something’s off with him; I just can’t put my finger on it. He doesn’t seem like himself.
“Don’t fucking do it again, Andrei. Next time, I’ll let the Antonelli’s deal with you personally. You know their women are off-limits.”
“Fine, brother. I won’t touch her again. I’ll let her touch me.”
Why does he have to make a joke out of everything?
“Have you decided on what to do with the doctor's situation?”
“How do you think my men will take having a woman as a doctor?” If I make one wrong move, it will destroy what I’m trying to build. The older generation of the Bratva does not trust me. They only follow me because I'm a ruthless killer, and I put the Bratva first. I’ve had to make quite a few bloody statements since becoming Pakhan. Most think I’m too young and reckless. And making a woman our doctor will not help my case. Women in the mafia are looked at as someone to fuck and give an heir. No matter how hard I try to change their ideology, they don’t budge. At least, not any time soon. They see them as their property and someone they can do with as they see fit.
My father was doing some questionable shit, and I need to put an end to it. I want to make part of our business legal and bring our organization to the light. I already own the biggest Cadillac dealership in Miami. So, politics will be my next move. Trust and respect of my men are at the forefront of my agenda.
“I will go pay her for yesterday, but we will find someone else,” I lie through my teeth, knowing that I will not let her go. She’s already gotten under my skin.
He looks at me skeptically. “If that’s what you want. But I know you, and you have that look in your eyes that screams trouble. I’m coming with you. I want to see those double Ds again.” His comment sends a ripple of anger through my body. Which I quickly squash before I say something stupid. His eyes crinkle around the corners when he takes in my reaction. This fucker is doing this shit on purpose. I refuse to comment further, because I know he’s trying to provoke me.
“Fine, let’s get this shit over with.”
* * *
After parking near the clinic, I prepare myself to deal with that redhead’s attitude. At that time, my phone pings, and I fish it out to see that one of my spies has sent me an email. It's regarding yesterday's ambush. I send Andrei in first and take a few minutes to look through the email and then reply.
As I walk in, I halt in my tracks at the sight before me. Sophia is in a tight dark blue dress that enhances those delicious curves of hers. A stethoscope around her neck and her red hair pulled up into a messy bun. Fuck, I want to untangle that bun and let her hair fall around her shoulders, wrap it around my wrist, and pull hard so that I can hear what she sounds like when she screams my name. My cock hardens at the thought. I adjust myself as I head toward them.
When I get close, I hear Andrei flirting with Sophia. He doesn’t stop until he sees me unhinged. It's like he lives off that shit. Good thing she doesn’t fall for his charm. She’s just staring at him in disbelief mixed with annoyance. I want to laugh at her expression because that's the same one he gives me. He leans closer to her, and I get a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. A strong urge to punch my brother in the face.
She’s mine!
Wait, what? No, she's not.
Snap the fuck out of it, Maxim.
I cough, making my presence known. “If you’re done drooling like a dog, Andrei, we have a business to take care of.” Taking a step closer to Sophia, I hand her a check.
She looks at the item in my hand, then back at me. “What is this?”
“Here, I thought it was only the blonde ones who were air-headed. Have you never seen a check before, Krasavitsa?”
A frustrated groan leaves her mouth, and a pretty pink color creeps on her face. If I smack her ass, will it leave an outline of my hand on her delicate flesh with that same shade behind? What is wrong with me? I can’t seem to control myself when she’s around. The part I keep buried deep inside me wants to come out and take a bite. And… I might just let him.
“You have some nerves. I’m not even going to acknowledge your ignorant statement. I don’t care for your money. You want to pay me? Answer my questions, and we’ll call it even.” She looks up at me, narrowing her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest. I almost start to drool as I look down at her breasts—big, round, and perky. Handful. I want to take her to the back room and see how much I can fit into my mouth.
“I’m waiting for you to answer all my questions,” she says, jerking me out of my filthy mouths. What is she doing to me? I can’t think straight when she’s around.
“You’re going to be waiting forever, then.”
“I don’t understand. What’s the big deal? You owe me an explanation.”
I laugh and lean closer to her ear. She smells like lavender, vanilla, and my destruction. When I move in closer to her, her breath catches. I affect her, too. This is a very favorable reaction.
“I don’t owe you shit, Krasavitsa.”