Page 139 of Sinful Games

“Death’s too kind for this snake,” Igor snarled, rubbing his temples, looking like he was one step away from snapping.

I leaned back, smirking. “Let’s not rush to kill him yet. Besides, if Vlad dies, who’s gonna be our punching bag?”

They all stared at me, deadpan.

I sighed.

Then Volk rolled his eyes, and we both stood. Time for a hunt. If we couldn’t catch Vlad just yet, we could at least figure out his next move.

I steered Volk’s Porsche through the city as he closed his eyes, trying to catch a break, while I vibed to some classical tunes on the radio. I knew we'd likely be up all night, so he should grab any shut-eye he could, even if it was only three inthe afternoon.

But with me around, he should've known his nap wouldn't last.

"You hungry?" I jolted him awake with a hard pinch on his left nipple.

"What the hell?" He retaliated with a sharp backhand to my stomach. "That fucking hurt, you asshole!"

"What? Can't focus, let alone kill anyone, on an empty stomach," I shrugged.

He gave me a hard look. “Touch my nipples again and I’ll cut yours and feed them to you.”

I rolled my eyes. "So, you hungry?"

I parked near one of Igor’s Italian joints, craving some serious triple cheese pizza.

Volk crossed his arms, closed his eyes, and leaned his head against the window.

"Just grab me a large pepperoni pizza," he yawned.

I smirked at Volk's drowsy state before I got out of the car and swaggered into the restaurant.

The scent of garlic and pizza sauce hit me like a punch to the gut, but in the best way possible.

I headed to the counter and placed our order for a large pepperoni pizza and a cheesy garlic bread, knowing we could use the extra carbs after our long day ahead.

Waiting for the food, I grabbed a seat at a nearby table, pulled out my phone and dialed up Caia on FaceTime.

As her face popped up on the screen, I was greeted with a scene straight out of chaos.

She was in the midst of changing Lukyan on our bed after giving him a bath.

My jaw dropped as I took in the scene – her once pristine white mini dress was now splattered with an orange sticky liquid.

"What happened?" I finally managedto sputter out.

As she sighed and grabbed the phone and pointed it at my son, who was giggling and saying "papa" with his two little front teeth poking out.

He was so cute that I couldn't help but giggle along with him.

"Hey, buddy," I grinned. "Driving your mama up the wall again, huh?"

Lukyan giggled trying to hold the phone.

"This little guy decided to turn his bowl of coral lentils soup into a splash zone because he wasn't a fan," she chuckled, tickling his stomach. "Can't stay mad at him though, he's just too adorable, even though he managed to ruin my new Chanel dress that his papa got me just last week, didn't you, buddy?" She spoke in that high-pitched voice we both use when talking to him.

Our son was a clever one.

Whenever he misbehaved, all he had to do was bat those big blue eyes at us, just like Puss in Boots, and we both would swoon and forget about it all.

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