Page 64 of Vengeful Princess

“The money’s going to come in handy. I have some clothes to drop off at the dry cleaners when I leave,” I replied, gesturing down.

My attention slid back to Kyril. He was like a black hole, sucking me into his gravitational field with his broad chest and sharp jaw, not to mention the large bulge between his thighs. I had a feeling Kyril was packing a lot more than a pathetic little chipolata.

Alotmore.

Unfortunately, while I was so focused on Kyril, Roberto had pulled a gun from somewhere in his pants and had stupidly decided to point it at me.

“Seriously?” I groaned. A headache brewed behind my eyes at the thought of Torrance’s reaction to this shit show. Could my evening get any worse? Doubtful.

“Give me my money back, bitch,” Roberto snarled.

He must be pissed if I was no longer his baby/mommy. “Fine. Whatever.” I was not in the mood to argue over a hundred quid, so I pulled the cash from my boot and tossed it at him. The moment his attention moved from me to the money, I threw the shuriken at the hand holding the gun.

Roberto squealed like a stuck pig, but instead of dropping the gun, he shot me.

Kyril’s reactions were better than mine. He dived on top of me, shielding my body with his massive frame while simultaneously shooting Roberto through the head. Fortunately, Roberto’s aim was shit and his bullet ended up in the thin dividing wall, not either of us.

“You OK, littlegadyuka?”

I shoved him off and stared with horror at Roberto’s corpse. “No, not really.” I was so fucked. Torrance was going to be furious, and when things didn’t go according to plan, Torrance always took out his frustrations on me.

“Really? You’re not even grateful? I just saved your fucking life!”

“I didn’t need your help! I had things under control!”

“Look, if you want to act out some kind of Pretty Woman fantasy in your spare time, knock yourself out. Good luck with dealing with the body this time, Thea.” With that, he stomped out and kicked the door shut, leaving me with a problem and no solution.

34

Kyril

Ifully expected some kind of fuss when I stormed back through the door from the brothel rooms into the club. Had no one heard the gunshot over the deep bass beat of the music? I assumed not.

The club crowd had thinned out, but the music was so loud I could barely hear myself think. A quick glance around told me Anatoly still hadn’t arrived. I glared at the bartender, who took one look at my furious expression and vanished again.

Anatoly had probably got wind of my presence in his club, and being the wily fucker he was, had disappeared.

Leaving this shit hole of a place was sorely tempting. It didn’t look like Anatoly was going to show, and I had a class early in the morning, plus a long drive back to college. But my thoughts drifted back to the infuriating littlegadyukaI’d left in the blood-soaked back room.

Without my help, she would struggle to get rid of a body. And it was my fault the cunt was dead, after all. I still had no clue what she’d been doing in there with a scumbag like RobertoPesci. Last I knew, he worked for the Italian mafia in this part of the world.

Given her accent, it was possible they were conducting a business meeting. I had a feeling she was connected to one of the mafia families, even though Milo still hadn’t found out exactly who she was. Which was driving him nuts.

I stood near the bar, grinding my teeth for a few minutes before huffing with annoyance. Why I’d suddenly developed a savior complex was a complete mystery, but whatever the reason, I retraced my steps back to the room where I’d left Thea with the body of Roberto Pesci.

She was still there when I opened the door, all out of ideas, judging by the pissed off expression on her gorgeous face.

The red wig complemented her olive skin perfectly. God, she was hot. Hot in all the best ways. Her skirt barely skimmed the tops of her lithe thighs and the little crop top was positively indecent. If I looked closely enough, I could see her nipples poking through the fabric.

I adjusted my dick, which she noticed before scowling. “Really? Do dead bodies turn you on or something?”

“Or something.” I smirked, letting my gaze drift down her sexy little body.

“Please stop eye-banging me. It’s disrespectful.”

“Says the woman dressed like a ho. Got it.” The look she threw me had enough heat to immolate me on the spot, but I just chuckled.

“Look, if you’ve come back to take the piss, please leave. I’m in enough shit as it is without being a source of entertainment for you.”

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