Page 233 of Tempted By her Daddies

One of his guys had felt sorry for her and given her some cash when he’d dropped her off here. It was basically all gone now. She assumed someone was paying the rent on this place.

“Who is it?” she called out.

A string of Russian came back, making her eyebrows rise.

“It is Alexei. You will open the door now.”

His accent was thicker than she’d ever heard it, and she swallowed heavily.

Was he upset with her?

Why do you care?

Because she did. Because she thought she might love him and he sounded upset.

She opened the door and he stood there, glaring at her, his phone to his ear.

“I have her. 5d.”

He ended the call.

“Who were you calling?”

“Salem and Roman.” His gaze went to her hand. “At least you have the sense to have some protection in this shitty neighborhood. Pack your things, we’re leaving.”

He stomped into the room, looking around.

“On second thought. Leave it all. We’re going.”

Turning to her, he grabbed her around the waist and she barely held back from stabbing him. He put her over his shoulder.

“Let me down! You can’t just take me!” She wriggled on his shoulder.

Slap!

“And you can’t spank me when I’m not doing what you want!”

“Sure I can. I just did. Stay still or I might drop you.”

She scoffed. “You’d never drop me.”

“What’s going on?” Salem demanded. “Tamsyn, are you all right?”

“I was until the big guy picked me up and I nearly stabbed him.”

“Stabbed him?” Roman asked, moving into her line of vision. “Can you use that knife?”

“Of course I can. Alexei, put me down!”

“No!”

Slap!

She let out a frustrated groan. “Salem, make him.”

“I don’t think I want to. You left.”

Was that hurt in Salem’s voice?

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