Page 50 of Kings of Violence

What does Yuri have to be angry about anyway? He’s the one who dragged me on this ride. He’s the one who initiated the fuck.

“I’m not the one who got you sent to jail,” I snap.

Yuri glares at me. “You, your brother. It’s the same.”

I scoff at him, feeling my own irritation overtaking that post-orgasmic haze. “You know perfectly well it’s not like that. Women don’t have a place in this business, remember?”

Yuri stuffs his hands into his pockets, the very picture of angry adolescence.

And he is young, isn’t he? He can’t be more than a year or two older than I am. He’s the youngest out of the three of them.

How long has he been in this life? Maybe he was born into it, like my brothers.

“Your family did it on purpose,” Yuri says. “Because I tried to bring you flowers.”

I blink at him. “What?” I hadn’t known about anyflowers. I’d known that Yuri and I had had an instant connection, something almost electric, but nothing had ever happened.

Not even when I’d found his number, because Pa had caught me trying to text him, and he’d made it clear that if I ever tried again…

My stomach twists uncomfortably.

Two years in jail, because of some flowers and a text.

“Well, guess the tables have flipped,” Yuri says with a horrible smirk. “Your brother’s the one in prison now, and you’re mine.”

I don’t know what to say to that, so I stay silent.

Yuri casts one more look at the open mountain before coming back to the bike. “Come on. We’ve wasted too much time.”

“Yeah,” I say. “Because I’m a tease and you’re not strong enough to handle a little bit of arousal without acting on it.”

Why am I goading him? Considering what I know now, it’s childish and a little cruel, but my head is still spinning with the information.

Yuri scowls at me. “Because your cunt was wet and throbbing. Don’t get too turned on during the next part of the ride.”

“I wasn’t the one jumping on your dick,” I snap back at him. “I can keep it in my pants.” I grab my helmet and shove it on, not wanting to look at him.

Yuri gets his helmet on too. He barely waits for me to get onto the bike before he’s starting it up again.

The ride isn’t as fun this time.

ELEVEN

Yuri

I don’t knowwhat I expected from her.

Shewas the one who fondled me, then she threw it back in my face? Fucking teasing cunt.

Maybe it’s a good thing I never got to give her the flowers.

My heart tightens, and the disappointment of that day two years ago stabs me all over again.

I stew for the rest of the way to Winters’ old office. Sierra keeps her hands well above waist level.

I pull into the parking lot of the strip mall. The stores all look run down, and there are barely any other cars parked, but there areopensigns on many of the doors.

I glance at the door to the “accounting” firm that served as Winters’ cover. It’s not too far out of town, but definitely farther than I would have wanted to commute to regularly. There must be a reason he chose this location.

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