My brothers snickered. I turned, shot them an angry look, and pulled her to the porch outside. The chauffeur was down there waiting.
“We both do what we have to. Don't think for a second you're falling for me because of some fucked up glitch in your head, Sabrina. You know what we had the last two nights was real. No bullshit. No joke.”
My greedy hands went around her and tugged her close. She gasped like a shock rolled through her when her nipples rubbed against me.
Goddamn. How the fuck was I gonna survive a week without her body tangled in mine?
My dick wanted her again. It didn't matter how many times we fucked in twenty-four hours, I still wanted more. And I wanted way more than just her *.
Then she finally said the words I needed like this fresh autumn air swirling around us. “I know. This thing is crazy, Anton. There's a lot I'm still trying to understand. Can't figure out if you're a scary lunatic or the best thing that ever happened to me.”
My hands found her ass and squeezed. Yeah, the boy down by the car was getting a bit of a show, but fuck it. I didn't care who saw, or how it made them feel.
“A man can be both, babe. I don't give a shit what you think I am. Long as it makes you wanna come back and kiss these lips, we're good. Now, get the fuck outta here before I rip off your clothes and fuck you in the backseat of that car.”
The chauffeur smirked. I watched him outta the corner of my eye rounding to the passenger door and opening it, waiting to take her away.
I gave her a gentle push and she went down the steps, her shiny new heels clicking the concrete. Damn, I was gonna miss that sound – almost as much as I'd miss having her legs wrapped around me while she screamed.
Sabrina turned around and bathed me in one more dark brown longing look before she slid into the car. The door closed, the driver got in, and soon the car was rolling down the long winding path towards the gate.
I watched 'til Lev came up behind me and slammed a hand on my shoulder. “You're really into this chick, yeah? Don't fucking fret. She'll be back as soon as her asshole uncle's gone.”
“I know. We never miss our target twice. That's the easy part.”
He stared at me as I turned, heading inside. I wasn't in the mood to enlighten him.
Gioulio Ligiotti and his crew were gonna die by our hands one way or another. That much was sure. What I didn't know was how I'd get a second chance with her heart if something got fucked up.
The world I was holding in my hands was like slippery, fragile glass. It was good as long as it was in my hands, but there were a million ways for it to roll away and break in the world beyond my grasp.
And once it did, there was no putting that shit back together.
7
Twisted Truths (Sabrina)
It was beyond surreal being at the Silver Pear again after what felt like a lifetime away. The driver, Misha, let me off a few blocks from the place and then took off, flooring it as he turned a tight corner, heading away from enemy territory as fast as he could.
Honestly, I didn't know who the real wolves were anymore. I'd lied to Anton. Pretended to play along with his plan, the only way to get away and discover what was really going on.
Still, my body hadn't lied to him last night, or the night before that. He'd taken my virginity and come dangerously close to stealing my heart. Each time he made me come, I lost a piece of myself, offered it up to him on a quivering silver platter.
Fucking him felt good. Felt right. His body consoled me when everything I thought I knew about my family turned to ashes. The sex protected me, possessive and safe as it was pleasurable.
I just wasn't sure if it was enough. Even if I didn't have these terrifying truths up ahead, I needed space. I had to take my time away and figure out what the hell Anton Ivankov had done to me.
This thing between us went way beyond a family blood feud, and way beyond fiery loving too. He'd been the only man with the balls to treat me like a lady right before he fucked my brains out.
That had to count for something, didn't it?
I should've expected this freakish love-lust thing storming in the middle of our family war. But nothing prepared me for how much I loved feeling him pressed up against me, not to mention how much I missed him now that he was gone, separated by a divide far more vast than the country bleeding into Chicago's concrete jungle.
I sat down in the bar without a second look, ordering my favorite martini. It tasted bittersweet. I wasn't sure if I should linger there all day or try heading back to my condo.
Regardless, Uncle Gioulio wouldn't take long to find out about my return. The sooner he did, the better. It meant this would all be over that much quicker.