Page 37 of Tangled Souls

Aamon pales slightly as he snaps his mouth shut and swallows whatever derogatory bullshit he was about to spew. What a fucking dirtbag.

“You’re in luck, Aamon,” Kirill’s voice is hard.

“Why am I in luck?” He sounds resigned and pissed at the same time.

He should have known this night was shit from the moment we walked into Pulse. But his overinflated ego got in his way. It’s not even surprising.

“Because you’re going to walk away tonight with a payout and your life.” Aamon blinks in surprise at Kirill’s words. “I’ll be leaving with my gorgeous wife and your club in my name.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Aamon sounds shocked.

“You heard me,” Kirill doesn’t give an inch and sure as fuck doesn’t repeat himself.

“Pulse isn’t for sale,” Aamon states like it fucking matters.

It doesn’t. And he’s about to learn that lesson.

“You’re making a mistake, Mr. Volkov,” he tries to reason with Kirill. It won’t help matters at all.

“I don’t believe I am, Aamon.” Kirill leans forward while keeping Oaklynn close and secure on his lap. “I think you’re going to learn that you have no power in this city. Any you think you have is a mirage. I’m in the market for a club. You have a club. I’m buying your club.”

Oaklynn giggles, amusement dancing on her face. The moment she does, Aamon’s face goes red.

He snarls at Oaklynn, “You stupid cunt. You think you’re protected? You’re not.” His eyes flash with anger. “You have no idea who you’re fucking with. I work with Mikhail Morozov, and he won’t like business being interrupted.”

Oaklynn’s giggles become a full-on belly laugh. It takes about three seconds but then Aamon freezes as a myriad of emotions play across his face. It’s obvious the moment he realizes what he just said because his mouth opens and closes a few times.

“Yeah,” Oaklynn teases him, “you just said all of that. It was pretty stupid, and it changes nothing.”

“Fuck,Zolotse,” I growl, “I love your sassy mouth.”

She turns to me and winks. “I know you do.”

“The only thing your mouth is good for is swallowing dick,” Aamon snarls.

Kirill moves like lightning. Suddenly Oaklynn is in my lap and Kirill is standing in front of Aamon with his gun pressed right between his eyes.

“I knew you were stupid, but your lack of self-preservation is a little surprising,” Kirill growls. “The only reason you’re not dead already is because you need to sign on the dotted line. My lawyer will be coming in half an hour to make sure everything is straight. But don’t worry, I’ll be giving you a fair market price.”

“You can’t just come in here and demand for me to sell my club to you,” Aamon insists.

“Why can’t I?” Kirill challenges him.

From the way Aamon’s mouth opens and closes like he’s a dying fish. He’s clearly having an issue with figuring out exactly what to say. If he hasn’t figured out that he’s in our crosshairs, he will soon.

My hand grips the inside of our woman’s thigh and gives a squeeze. She melts back against me, and my hands tighten on her body. She’s been teasing me all night and my cock is throbbing while I think about what is going to happen when we get home.

“I can’t wait to sink into your tight little cunt,” I murmur the words against the shell of her ear.

She shivers and goosebumps pop up all over her exposed skin. I love the way she responds to me and my touch. It’s fucking glorious.

“Because Pulse isn’t for sale,” Aamon tries to argue.

“You’re under the impression that I give a fuck. I’ll be buying it and that’s just how it is.”

The smile on Kirill’s face is sinister and full of dark promises. Aamon is looking up at him in fear before he starts to nod.

I stand up with Oaklynn in my arms and slide her down my body slowly until she’s standing. The way it feels to feel all of her curves against my hard edges is so fucking hot. I can’t wait to get her home.

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