Page 99 of Sinful Promise

I look down to read her face. “You had a good time?”

“The food was incredible.”

“Fuck, and here I thought it was the fact that you love screaming my name when you come.”

She pauses before she replies. “I’m not complaining.”

“So, what’s this with wanting to shoot a gun?”

“A woman needs to protect herself. I admire your friends.”

“They have taken to you as well,” I murmur.

I’m not sure I like sharing my little dove. What will happen when this is over? I can’t keep her against her will. I want her to come to me because she loves me.

The sunlight fades, and brilliant colors grace the sea’s surface. The air cools, and we gather for dinner.

The night before the event is heavy on our minds, and the conversation is sparse as wine is poured. At times, we carry on like it’s a normal day, but the banter is followed by lulls where nothing but the sounds of our forks scraping our plates break the silence.

After dinner, I texted Andrian the location of the meeting. We retire to the living room as it begins to rain. I love the way the rain makes a rhythmic patter and find the raindrops relaxing.

Hours pass before my phone vibrates in my pocket. I look at the screen and see the coordinates where the guards will be.

I pull Alex and my brothers aside to inform them.

“We’re setting off fireworks, and we’re going to let them shoot first. That will give away their positions,” I say. “I don’t trust Albert.”

“I agree,” Dmitry replies. “We have to assume there will be twelve men.”

“Let’s try to keep the brothers alive if possible.” I don’t want to take out Dasha’s siblings unless I have no other choice. I’m expecting flack over this, as they carried out the order to kill Dad, but as long as we get the man who wants us wiped off the planet, it’s still a win. And the survivors will have a message to carry home. One that reminds them of what we’re capable of.

“Sure, we might find out who has our weapons. We have to kill Andrian before he has a chance to transfer money,” Nikolay says, thinking out loud.

“Agreed,” Alex says.

“Great. I’ll fill Irina in with the update,” I reply as I head off to find our killer women, and I mean that both professionally and because they ooze sex appeal.

The night comes to a quiet end, and we all go to bed. I strip and crawl under the covers. Dasha has on a cute two-piece matching top and cheeky bottoms. She slips under the covers and lies next to me. I pull her into my arms.

“We’re not trying to kill your brothers, but I can’t promise that will be the outcome,” I tell her.

“I know.”

“It’s going to be a long day tomorrow. Let’s get some sleep.”

“Sure.”

I kiss her lips and roll over, lost in my thoughts. It’s the first night we’ve not cuddled all night long, and as much as I want to hold her for what might be my last night alive, my mind is elsewhere.

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“It’s so early.Why are we getting up now?” Dasha asks.

“Because I have a farm where we can shoot, and no one will see us.”

“Ugh,” she groans.

I’m rethinking last night. Maybe if I had fucked her half the night and slapped her ass a few times, she’d be more appreciative that I’m taking the time to teach her about weapons.

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