Page 5 of Andrei's Solnyshko

“Sit down, Summer. Be a good girl.”

Her cheeks flush with her arousal, and she returns to her chair and stares out the window, arms crossed and lips pressed firmly together. She doesn’t think I see her ass wiggle, as she tries to sooth the growing ache between her legs. She’s fucking perfect.

Carlos is white as a sheet, bleeding and in immense pain from the beating and gunshot wound. Time to close the deal.

“Kill him.”

Him and Summer both shout, “No!”

I turn to her, “After all he’s done to you? He deserves to die.”

“Please don’t. Please.”

“There are only two choices here. I’ll let you decide, Summer. He dies or I take you as payment.”

Her voice is small, “Me. You can have me. Just don’t kill anyone.”

“Have it your way.” I nod to Niko and he drops the gun. “Carlos, I will wipe your debt clean on these conditions. One, Summer is mine. From this day forward you don’t know her. And if your family makes the mistake of retaliating, I’ll hunt you down myself.” Summer groans but doesn’t say anything else. “Two, you never step foot into any of my casinos, again. You leave Sin City and never return. And lastly, you owe me two fingers.”

Carlos squeezes his eyes tightly and moans. “Fingers?”

“This is a lenient penance, and you have three seconds to accept, or I’ll let Niko take you out to the desert, shoot your kneecaps and leave you for the animals to feast on your corpse. Three, two….”

“Okay, yes. To all of it. Please just let me go.”

I press a button on the side of my desk and the guards that were outside the door enter.

“Alek, my meeting with Mr. Caldera is finished. He owes me two fingers, you get to decide which ones. When you’re done, drop him off at the bus station. If he gives you any trouble kill him.”

Niko cuts the zip ties and Carlos falls face first into his own bodily fluids. Alek rolls his eyes as he lifts him up by the elbow. “He’s disgusting, Boss.”

“There’s still plastic in the trunk of the Lincoln. Use that one.”

I return my gun to the back of my pants and reach my hand out to Summer and say, “Let’s leave the boys to clean up this mess.”

She refuses my hand but follows me out of the office. She’s shaking when she passes Carlos, and I hear him call her a fat slut under his breath. I’m not sure if I really heard it, but the flinch of her shoulders tells me I did. After my men escort Carlos out, I take my phone out and dial Alek’s number.

I watch her as I cross the room and whisper, “After you cut off his fingers, kill him, and make it long and grueling.”

“You got it, Boss. What about Julio?”

“Fuck Julio. I’m doing him a favor. His cousin is a weak link.”

Chapter Three

Summer

I need to get away from him, but he towers over me, even with my five inch heels on. His scowl is menacing and his body is like a concrete wall. My sex disobeys me and my fingers itch to feel him, but I remind myself that he’s a killer.

Unsure of my fate, I follow him into the elevator and it takes us to an underground parking garage, where another large Russian is waiting with a black town car. I stop dead in my tracks frantically looking for an exit. I know enough from watching movies that if I get into this car I am dead.

His warm breath against my shoulder blade blankets my body in goosebumps. “I’m not going to kill you, angel.” He pronounces angel in thick Russian asUn-Gil.

He turns my waist towards him and I react, lifting my forearms over my face to protect myself from his fists. When nothing happens, I slowly lower them and open my eyes. I don’t see anger. I see anguish. But, it’s gone as quickly as it appeared.

His voice is commanding and stern, “Get in the car, Summer.”

“But… I… No..”

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