Page 38 of My Hunger, Your Soul

“What is it about my fucking gym that everyone is fucking in it instead of their rooms?” Dima’s loud voice booms, breaking the moment.

“We weren’t fucking. Ty only gave me head,” I say, quickly pulling my shorts back up.

“Ivan shut up!” Tyler scolds me, his face turning pink. He turns around to face Dima, fiddling with his clothing to make himself look less like he was just on his knees with my cock in his mouth.

“Mr. Kozlov, I’m so sorry. Please don’t report me to my boss. I promise to be professional, it was wrong and it won’t happen again.”

“Yes it will,” I say, and Dima glares at me.

“Shut up, Ivan. I knew this would be a problem. Tyler, just go do whatever it is you do when you’re here. As long as you do your job, your boss won’t hear a word.”

“Thank you….thank you, Mr. Kozlov.”

“Please call me Dima. I get the ick when you call me that.”

“Right. Dima. I’ll head out and see where the contractors are,” Tyler says before rushing out without a second glance. I look at Dima, who is staring at me in a way he normally does before one of his boring lectures.

“I’m not apologizing.”

“I didn’t expect you to. Just be careful. We have to be vigilant about bringing new blood into the family.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got him locked down. He won’t say anything.”

“For your sake I hope so, because I’ll be holding you responsible if anything happens.”

“Sure.”

“Glad we understand one another. Lev needs you at the club for a meeting with some new recruits for the crews.”

Oh the joy.

“I’ll shower then head over there. Also, Tyler mentioned Officer Timmy followed him home the other night. Trying to get info on us.”

Dima pinches the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes, trying to hold back his impatience.

“Great, that’s all we fucking need. I’m tempted to kill the asshole.”

“He isn’t gonna stop. He’s had warnings, maybe we should bring him in?”

“Too risky with his job, and we don’t know if anyone else knows he is trying to find dirt on us. I’ve got a better idea. The daughter. Maybe it's time we use someone he loves to make him back off.”

“Good idea. Who you gonna send?”

“Simon. It may do him good. It will give me a break from listening to his bitching about Carlos.”

“What if I see Timmy again? Should I hurt him a little?”

“What do you mean by a little?”

“I don’t know, cut off a finger? Break his nose?”

Dima shakes his head and chuckles.

“Nothing that bad. Yet. We’ll just see if the daughter threat works first. If you see him, just play mind games. I know how you love those.”

“I do.”

“Good. See you later.”

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