Page 77 of Brutal Savage

It costs 1.3 million dollars.

He laughs. “Then you know it comes in a bulletproof flask made from gold. Only the best for friends. And we are friends, are we not?”

It’s either you’re friends with the Russians or you’re their enemy.

“We are.” I pick up the heavy bottle and examine the diamond-encrusted cap, a replica of a Russian eagle. “This is generous.”

“Well, I do what I can for friends.” His brothers start to rise. “Now, I expect the money in my Cayman account by next week. That won’t be a problem, will it?”

“Of course not.”

“Very good.” He starts for the door, but before he does, he glances at my brothers again. “You know, when you attend my next party, you can meet some of the very single women in my family.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Fionn slaps his palm with Kirill’s, and we all exchange pleasantries before they get the fuck out of here.

I hate having them in our space. One wrong move and they could start another war. It doesn’t take a lot to set them off, especially Konstantin. I once heard he feeds bodies to Calabrian black pigs he imported from Italy solely for that. I must admit that is a useful way to dispose of bodies. No evidence to clean up.

“Damn, imagine marrying into that family.” Cillian whistles.

“That would make for some interesting family dinners.” Fionn laughs, knowing how big my father is on them.

Glancing down at my phone, I realize I am running late to pick up Brody. Shit.

“I’ve gotta go.” I gather my keys and phone and head for the door. “Brody is waiting for me. Probably angrier than he usually is.”

“Yeah, the kid basically hates you.” Fionn grins. “Who can blame him?”

“Fuck off.” I glare at my youngest brother before heading out and into my car, getting the SUV on the road.

I hope she’s still there. I hope Elara hasn’t gone home yet like she normally does before Rogue brings her to me.

I see her then.

In my mind.

That body made for sin.

Every inch of her begs to be corrupted.

To be owned.

But that’s all I want.

All I need.

She will be mine in every sense of the word.

Twenty minutes later, and I’m pulling up at the school. The place is empty, no parents gathered outside waiting for their kids. Just a few exiting the building to get their children after running late like me.

As soon as I’m buzzed in, the security officer greets me. “Mr. Quinn, how you doin’?”

“I’m doing well, Phil. How’s your family?”

The ex-cop shrugs. “Good as ever. Kids are in college now.”

“Wish them well for me.” I turn to the secretary, seated in an office separated by a plastic partition right past the main entrance doors. “Sorry I ran late.”

“It’s no trouble. Brody will be out any minute.”

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