Page 21 of Used By the Bratva

Sighing, I get out of bed, intending to take a cold shower and try to get Leon out of my thoughts. I couldn’t spend all day thinking about him and how great each orgasm felt; I stopped counting after five. This man has the stamina of an Olympian.

Before I can get to the shower, there’s a banging on my door.

Groaning, I pick up my leggings and T-shirt from the floor and put them on quickly. As I walk to the door and the knocking gets louder, I consider not answering. I could crawl back into bed, and the person on the other side of the door wouldn't know the difference.

I open the door and am shocked to see Tyler standing there.

He stands up straight and grins down at me. “I was beginning to think you weren’t home.”

“How did you know where I live?” I lean against the doorframe and hold the open door close to my body so he cannot enter the apartment.

“I have a couple of friends who work in the administration office.” Tyler leans against the other side of the doorframe, too close to me.

I can smell the mint on his breath, blending with the musky stench of cheap cologne. “Why are you here?”

Apart from him invading my privacy, I feel uncomfortable when I'm alone with him, so the sooner I can get rid of him, the better.

Tyler steps forward and puts a hand on the door. “Why don’t we go inside and talk about this? I've already had a look into the man you’re searching for.”

“I don’t think letting you in is a good idea. Just tell me what you know.” I snap at him.

“Come on, Natalie, I promise I won't do anything stupid. But we can’t talk here in the hallway.”

He dangles the information in front of my face like a carrot, and my curiosity gets the better of me. Reluctantly, I let him into the apartment and lead him to the small dining table in the corner of the room. He takes a chair, and I take the opposite chair, ensuring I’m not within reach.

Tyler leans forward, his folded arms on the table. “I want to explain myself first.”

“Not interested.” I huff.

“Please listen. Jennifer is crazy. She thinks we are still together, even though things haven't gone well in the last six months. I told her a few months ago that I wanted to start seeing other people, and she thought it would be good for us to take a break.”

Resisting the urge to roll my eyes feels like an impossible task, but I manage it anyway. He’s managed to talk his way out of it in less than two minutes with every excuse imaginable. I don’t care what he says, nothing will excuse his cheating, but that’s not my problem.

“Look, Tyler, I don’t care what’s happening between you and your girlfriend. I don’t have a personal problem with you, but I will never go on another date with you, so can you please tell me what you know about Boris and leave?” I’m annoyed and my patience is hanging by a thread.

He presses his lips together into a thin line, and his eyes flash angrily. This look disappears in a second as he decides on a different course of action and flips his personality like a switch.

“Well, my connections found out that there is a Boris Petrovsky in New York.”

“That’s all? There is something else, isn’t there?”

Tyler’s eyebrows climb higher on his head. “To be honest, there is, but I don’t know why you'd get involved with a man like him.”

“I’m not involved with him.” I dig my nails into my palms, trying to keep my reaction as neutral as possible.

“I’m not allowed to tell you what Boris does for a living. My source told me it's a bad idea that would only lead to trouble. Whoever this guy is, he sounds dangerous.”

“If you’re unwilling to tell me more, then I guess this conversation is over, right?”

I say it just to get him worried about being kicked out, and it works.

“My source said you can contact Boris if you want, but he wouldn’t recommend it.”

I sigh, get up from the table, walk to the door, and open it wide. “How and where can I contact him? Get me an address. Thanks for stopping by, Tyler. I appreciate it.”

He gets up and strides to the door. “I’ll get his details if that’s what you want?”

“I do.”

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