Page 18 of Tangled Souls

“If that happened, I would be spanking your ass until it’s red and difficult for you to sit down for a few days,” Kirill rasps.

My heart starts to pound harder and it’s difficult to concentrate for a moment. A shake of my head helps a little, but not nearly enough. If it were up to my men, they’d have me bent over most flat surfaces. If not to give me a spanking, then to shove their hard cock inside of me.

I’d be good either way.

“I’ll be home soon, husband,” I purr. “I love you.”

The rest of the ride is quiet, and I replay my interactions with Adam the entire time. Something was off with him. Something big.

I’m sure my men will find out who he is, what his agenda is and if there’s a connection to Mikhail. As much as I don’t want to see danger around every corner, I’m not going to be naïve about the reality I find myself in either. Ignoring my instincts could get someone killed and I’ll be damned if it happens to one of my men.

Not while I have the power to change it.

Far too often men underestimate women. I have used it to my advantage most of my life, but no more. There is no reason for me to pretend to be less than I am now that I’m a Volkov.

The moment we pull up in front of the house, the front door slams open and Huck is out the door, yanking my door open, and hauling me against his chest before I even realize it. He’s practically vibrating with anger, and I melt into him. It’s not just anger I can feel coming from him though; the rage is only a cover.

For his fear.

“I’m okay,” I assure Huck. I chuckle softly and murmur, “The idiot is lucky he still has his balls.”

Huck pulls back from me and stares at me with wide eyes. When I look beyond his shoulders, not quite as broad as the rest of my men but no less strong, I find Baker, Maxim, and Kirill watching me with expectant eyes and a fuck ton of relief.

“After I told him my full name, he said my name didn’t matter to him.” My men suck in a sharp breath and their gazes turn feral. I bat my eyelashes at them innocently, my words belyingthe way I’m looking at them. “In response I slipped a knife from my purse and pressed the tip against his balls. That got his attention even though he tried to act tough.”

Maxim throws his head back and laughs. Then he’s pulling me from Huck’s arms, his laughter surrounding us as he lifts me into his arms bridal style and heads back into the house.

“Life is never dull with you,Zolotse,” amusement fills his words, “and I am grateful as fuck for it.”

Kirill slides his phone from his pocket, looks at a message and then tucks it away again as Maxim sits down with me on his lap. He gives me a nod, and I know they have Adam in the new warehouse basement torture room.

If Mikhail thought a bomb was going to slow my men down, then he really didn’t understand who he was going up against. That warehouse was only the one they used most often. But my men are nothing if they aren’t prepared.

For anything.

“Now,” Kirill’s voice has an edge to it as he sits down opposite us, needing to see me as I speak, “tell us everything and don’t leave out even the most insignificant detail. We’ll need to know before we go and have our own,” he pauses as if I don’t know they’re going to spill his blood, “conversation with him.”

I snort while trying to keep my laughter at bay. But that doesn’t stop me from telling them everything. They deserve to know and I’m not going to hide a damn thing.

Not when lives are at stake.

Not when they will do anything to protect our family.

Not when I’ll stand shoulder to shoulder with them and do the same.

CHAPTER 7

KIRILL

I need Oaklynn. I need to feel her, to assure myself that she’s safe and whole. The only problem is that my blood is boiling, and I don’t know if I can control myself.

The need to go down to our new warehouse and find out why this Adam fool thought it would be a good idea to approach our woman while at a charity event meeting is riding me hard. As much as I want to make him bleed, the need to be with our woman, to stay at her side, is even stronger.

I’ve never felt more divided in my needs and I’m not sure what to do about it.

Oaklynn locks eyes with me from her perch on Maxim’s lap. I don’t know what she can see on my face, but it has her standing and gliding across the room towards me. Every time I watch our woman, her grace and the way she carries herself has a way of always taking my breath away.

I don’t deserve her. There is too much blood soaking my soul. There is too much darkness in my heart.

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