Page 21 of Sinful Games

Chapter

Eight

“Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before.”

?Mae West

Alexsei

“Did you bring it with you?”

By "it," Igor meant the ten kilos of drugs Mankiev had promised him—ten kilos today and another ten next week, all from Colombia and headed to Igor's warehouses outside Moscow.

Mankiev nodded. “Yeah, it’s in my car. Drayi, can you go and get it?”

Drayi, a tall and probably mute guy, got up and went to fetch the drugs, just like he had been doing all evening, communicating only through nods and shakes of his head.

What a weirdfucking dude.

Mankiev chuckled and said, "So, how are the blinis? They’re Caia’s grandmother’s recipe, you know. She’s crazy about her babushka. Poor thing."

The way he talked about his daughter shouldn’t have annoyed me, but it really fucking did.

"You’ve got a nice daughter, Mankiev," Volk sneered. "Shame you raised her in this messed-up world."

I decided to focus on the blinis and took a bite, savoring their sweet and nutty flavor. They were surprisingly good, so I helped myself to another.

Mankiev leaned in closer to the table, lowering his voice with a sly grin. "Let me tell you something about my daughter, Volk. Caialovesattention. Give her attention, and you can have her all to yourself."

That bastard was getting on my nerves so much I had to clench my fists to keep from getting up and punching him.

“Where’s her mama?” Igor asked.

Probably an addict like her lousy husband or maybe even dead.

He might have even killed her.

“Dead,” Mankiev said, taking another bite of a blini. “Overdosed when Caia was six.”

I couldn’t blame the woman. Just looking at his fucking ugly face made me want to vomit.

Getting bored and craving some action, I decided to have a little fun.

I grabbed my pack of cigarettes, lit one up, and left the dining table.

As I walked down the hallway, I listened for any sounds that might lead me to Caia’s hiding spot.

Throughout the evening, I’d been watching her—the way her brows furrowed, the distant disgust flickering in her emerald eyes, the tremble of her red lips, and the way her fingers toyed with her hair. She was nervous, clearlyplotting something, but uncertain how to execute it or what the consequences might be.

My curiosity grew with each step.

What’s she up to?

I heard the faint splash of water in a sink and knocked on the door to the left. The water stopped abruptly, and she opened the door a few seconds later, looking a bit flushed.

“There you are, Caia.”

Her eyes flashed with annoyance. “What do you want, Lucifer? To insult me again?”

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