Page 17 of Kings of Violence

Why is it so difficult to think of her as anything other than simplyzayanow?

“Reporting for duty,” I tell Konstantin. “Both of us.”

Konstantin is sitting at his desk with his two computer monitors. The laptop we took from the Winters home is next to his keyboard, already open.

He glances up at us and nods approvingly. “Good. I’ve tried to unlock this laptop, but your father did not pick your name or birthday as his password.” He motions for Sierra to approach, not once even acknowledging her nudity.

She snorts in a very unladylike fashion but approaches, for all that she tries to hide her cunt from view. She’ll get over that last modicum of modesty before long, but in the meantime, it’s entertaining to see her working so hard to hide what Konstantin is too preoccupied to look at.

“He had four children to choose from,” she says. “But he wouldn’t have been that stupid anyway. I’m going to need some software from another laptop if I’m going to crack this.”

Despite her nudity — despite her reluctance — there’s a gleam in her eyes as she looks at the laptop in something like anticipation. Is she looking forward to the challenge?

Konstantin frowns slightly. “Four children? I thought he only had three. You and the two sons. Kyran and Sean.”

I instinctively snarl at the mention of Sean Winters. He and his father had both screwed us over a few months back, and it’s only the fact that he’s now rotting in a federal prison that he’s still alive.

If he were in the same prison as Yuri, he probably wouldn’t be. He would’ve been in prime position to take Winters out.

I almost miss the pained look on Sierra’s face, but from Konstantin’s expression, he didn’t miss anything.

“My brother Neil and his family…” She swallows hard, looking away from us as her shoulders slump and that glimmer in her eyes sputters and dies. “They’re dead. They have been for a long time now.”

Good. I’m glad that bastard lost one of his sons before he lost his life.

“Perhaps it is their birthdays he chose as a password, then.” Konstantin pats his thigh. “Sit here. Show me how you will work.”

She takes a moment, as though she’s shaking something off, but I can see the haunted look on her face. It makes me curious, but I don’t want to interject to poke her about her past when Konstantin is laser-focused on work.

After her expression clears, she gingerly slides onto Konstantin’s lap. “I can’t show you much yet. There are a few things you’ll need to get.” She starts listing off programs with a growing confidence that has my interest. She either truly does know what she’s doing or she’s damn good at pretending.

I notice Konstantin’s large hands on her hips, covering the same areas mine had only a few minutes ago. He doesn’t move to fondle her, but the casual possessiveness of the position, and how small Sierra is in comparison to Konstantin, has my cock stirring.

If I hadn’t just come…

“If you have all of that stuff, I can get started today,” Sierra says.

Konstantin nods. “I’ll get you an extra laptop. But I want to remind you—” His expression turns darker, “if you betray us, there are consequences. Your mamasha. Your brother Kyran. Your little niece and nephew.”

“I understand,” she says, sounding shaky. “It may take time. I’m not saying this is going to be fast, or easy. But I told you I’d get you the info you want, and I will.”

“You’d better,” I chime in. “But then, I don’t know. Maybe we would have even more fun if you didn’t.”

“Good.” Konstantin then looks at me. “Go tell Adrian toprepare a laptop for Sierra. After that…” He slides one hand over Sierra’s bare stomach. “Perhaps we can all enjoy lunch together.”

I watch, hunger threatening to rise yet again despite the fact that I only just had her less than an hour ago. My libido doesn’t care, though, and the idea of spending lunchtime with her is more than a little appealing.

“Got it,” I say.

With one last look over our zaya’s breasts, I turn for the door.

I can’t let myself get too distracted, after all.

There is still a job to do.

FOUR

Konstantin

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