Page 91 of Bratva's Intern

Because of that false sense of security, he would soon owe me everything.

“Maxim.” Archie entered my private lounge, his eyes full of worry. “How is it going?” He inclined his head to watch the mayor roughly fingering the woman on his lap.

“We’ve got him.”

He let out a deep sigh. “Thank god. Not that I’m fond of him taking advantage of that poor girl, but now we have the material to confront him.”

I downed the last of my whiskey with a grunt. Shit, why had I had to travel all the way to Chi-Town to deal with this bullshit? I wanted to be with Wren. I’d almost left after assessing the blow the confiscated crypto hardware walletswould have on my business, but my reaction had worried me.

Wren could wait. What did it say about me if I hopped onto the first plane to be with him when millions of dollars were at stake? Not just my money either.

“Are you sure you want to do this here?” Archie asked. “Maybe?—”

“It has to be now.” I’d promised Wren I would be back no later than tomorrow. It wasn’t even about the sex. I didn’t want to break my promise to him.

Archie frowned. “You’re sure in a rush to return to Corthall. Why don’t you spend the week? It’s been a while since you’ve been to Chicago, and we’ve expanded quite a bit.”

“It’s enough that I trust you to manage the affairs here, Archie.”

He crossed his arms. On the screen, the mayor was pumping away furiously over the girl, lost in the throes of pleasure. Archie grimaced. “Never thought I’d be disgusted with sex, but he sure knows how to ruin it.”

I grunted. “As soon as he comes, you bring him to me.”

“Which looks like any minute now, so I better go.” Archie straightened his tie, always needing to look and be perfect. He was such a contrast to Wren, whose tie seemed crooked most of the time.

“Archie, make sure he knows what’s at stake.”

Archie nodded, pulling open the lounge door and slipping out. As soon as I was alone, I picked up my cell from the desk and sent Wren a message.

Maxim

What are you doing?

I switched my attention to the monitor to watch the game unfold on the screen. The phone vibrated. Wren had sent me a photo of himself in what looked to be a gym, dressed in a tank top and shorts that were drenched in sweat.

Wren

Jess dragged me to the gym. Send help!

He was so dramatic. Multiple emoji followed that made me chuckle.

Maxim:

You can do it. Get that ass into shape for me.

The next image that came through was a pouty selfie that stirred an unexpected fondness for him inside me.

If there was anyone in this world I needed to avoid, it was Wren, but he was so damn irresistible.

Wren

Yes, Mr. Morozov.

Maxim:

Kinky. You’ll have to call me that when I’m buried inside your tight ass.

A knock sounded on the door, and Darius entered. “Mr. Morozov, the mayor is here to see you.”

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