Maxim tugs my wrist, turns my palm over, and drops a box into my hands. “Are you sure about that?”
My eyes go wide. “What the hell are you doing with my…” My voice drops off as I open the container and check each of my birth control pills. Still in their foil. Had I forgotten to take them? Obviously. But how? God, I want to smack myself. With dad’s passing and all the weight of packing up his house and two jobs…
I fall to my knees. “How could I be so careless?”
“You mean lucky.”
“Your ego is astounding.” He pulls me off the floor and I’m up against his chest again. He feels warm, protective and so strong it’s hard to resist the plea in his eyes for me to just let him take over and follow his lead.
“Give me one week,” I say. Striking plea deals is my thing. I can do this all night.
“I’ll give you five minutes to grab what you want and then we are leaving. This place is a death trap and I don’t plan on dying in this hot house.”
I narrow my eyes but his expression remains unwavering.
“Give me one week to close out my life here before I become your…whatever I am to you. Bun oven?”
“Chetyre minuty.”
I don’t need my Russian dictionary to understand. “Not fair, damn it. I have a life you know.”
There’s something there in his gaze that turns wild and instinct drives me backward.
Strong fingers wrap around my wrist.
“Da, with me.” I am hauled over a massive shoulder and plucked into the back of an SUV a few seconds later clad in only my panties and bra. The motor roars to life and we speed into the darkness.
He gives instructions I assume to the man in the front seat and then silence.
“Gray,” I call up to the front seat. “So not good to see you again.”
“Ma’am,” is all he says. There’s no missing the humor in his tone though. Mafia fuckers. All these men are the same. It’s their way or nothing and they are as arrogant as the sun is hot day in and day out.
“And you…what happened to the other three minutes I had?” I demand from Maxim, looking for something to cover myself with. Maxim strips off his shirt and feeds my arms into the long sleeves of his pullover. It’s freaking soft and drapes past my thighs when I pull it down to cover my intimate parts.
I would hate him if this didn’t feel so good and he didn’t look so damn lickable. Then there’s the fact we both turn when a set of headlights pull up outside my father’s house as we drive off.
I swallow the sudden fear when my eyes connect with his in the darkness.
He plucks me off the seat to sit on his lap and kisses the top of my head. “I changed my mind, my siren. And just in time, it seems.”