Page 22 of Brutal Promise

“Yes, starving.”

I’m amused she’s hungry after I made her breakfast, but keeping up with me in bed burns many calories. We were both sweating and breathing heavily last night. Sex is sex. It’s taking care of our needs, nothing more.

I don’t know what love is, having only my parent’s relationship as a model. They treated each other well. They had their ups and downs, to be sure, but they didn’t cheat on each other, which is more than I can say for other married couples. A woman in the mafia can’t cheat, but it’s more commonplace outside the mafia.

Izzy gives me an address, and I talk into my phone to obtain directions. Modern technology is scary.

I’ve heard Americans get a dumbed-down copy of military-grade technology when the government has something better to replace it. It makes sense.

The funny thing about America is that their political shit is taking over, and yet their hunt for organized criminals is not their top priority. So, we’re taking advantage of the situation and moving a fuck ton of drugs and guns right under their noses.

“The Lotus is your Thai place?” I ask with a voice bordering on disbelief.

“What? It’s great food,” she says.

“It’s an unimpressive name.”

“Well, it’s the best Thai food to be had, you’ll see.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“Yes, in fact, I’ll guarantee it.”

“With what?” My smirk is taking over as my confidence never wavers.

“Um, maybe we just eat?” She gives me the side eye, curious if I’ll accept her request.

“I’ll say you owe me a favor if it’s not the best food ever.”

“Does your favor involve me naked?”

“Perhaps,” I reply with a wicked grin. I’m not usually so chatty. Even though she’s wearing jeans and knee-high boots, I remember every contour of her body like it’s a road map to heaven.

“I stand by my claim. In the unlikely event you win, what do you want?”

“A blow job because I want those full lips of yours to feel how fucking big my cock is.”

Thankfully, I’m driving. Otherwise, she would have driven off the road.

A blank but defiant look emerges at last. “You’re kidding.”

“I don’t kid about things that involve my cock. Besides, you are under our protection, but if you cross me, you’ll be dealt with.”

“Fine,” she huffs. “If I win, I will tie your wrists to the headboard and torture you for hours.” She crosses her arms in satisfaction, and I hide my own satisfaction that her punishment is one of my secret pleasures. Only I usually do the tying.

Fuck me if she doesn’t keep my cock hard all the time. It’s unnerving. We exit the car, and I pause to readjust my horny cock and pull my suit jacket out of the back seat after I slide my gun into the clip on my belt and the knife into my boot. I hope to God this distracts her from the bulge in my pants. I twist to make my way to the eatery and hold the door for her to enter. The aroma of freshly cooked food hits my nose, and I know she won this bet.

Fuck.My plan was to leave her without any strings attached. I should be working on Dmitry’s issues, not losing my mind over the gorgeous woman at my side with her tight, tasty pussy.

Izzy orders for us, I pay, and we grab a table.

“How well do you know Kirill?” I ask, curious to see how close Izzy is to members of the bratva.

“Not well at all. I’ve seen him several times, but we don’t hang out. Yesterday was maybe the second time I’ve seen him at the apartment. Why?”

“No reason.”

“If you asked, there’s a reason.”

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