Page 41 of Tangled Souls

I’ve gotten everything that was under the control of Aamon under us now. It makes me feel a little better, but the fact that he has ties to Mikhail makes me uncomfortable. It’s just a matter of time before that comes to a head.

Part of me is worried about what will happen when everything comes crashing down. I know we’ll protect Oaklynn with everything in us. But Mikhail is a variable that scares me.

Even if we didn’t know it before walking into Pulse, buying the club out from underneath Aamon is going to make waves. Ihope we can ride them.

When I get an alert on my computer that Oaklynn has walked into the building, I perk up. Whenever we’re away from our woman, it’s difficult. Being around her makes it easier to breathe.

She has no idea the real power she wields. But she will.

I use one of the monitors and pull up the security cameras for the building to track our woman’s movements up to us. Watching her when she doesn’t know it makes me feel a little dirty.

But then she looks up at the camera in the elevator and winks.

Maybe she does know I’m watching her. Or does she think it’s Baker keeping an eye on her?

She knows how much time Baker spends keeping an eye on the cameras in the building and tracking her.

Whether she thinks it’s me or Baker doesn’t matter to my cock. I’m hard and throbbing because I know she’s getting closer to me.

The moment she steps off the elevator, Betty is there at the reception desk. My body tenses as I subconsciously brace for the confrontation. I’ve been keeping an eye on Betty closely because there is no fucking way we’re going to tolerate her fucking with our wife.

Oaklynn barely glances her way as she walks right by the desk toward Kirill’s office. I’m up and out of my chair without thinking twice about it. I make it to the door just as it almost shuts, but my hand slides into the gap and catches it.

Our woman looks over her shoulder with wide, surprised eyes before she realizes it’s me. The smile she gives me is big and bright.

My gaze slides down her body and focuses on her ass. Yet again she’s dressed professionally and completely mouthwateringly. She has pants on with wide legs and a tight blouse that’s almost too sheer but isn’t quite. The way she teeters on the edge of scandalous and sensual is a mystery to me.

I’m all about the magic she has.

Before she sits down, she turns and pulls a thumb drive out of her bag and holds it out with a smile. “Will you pull this up for me? It’s my proposal.”

“Of course, Sweet Girl.”

With a kiss far too brief on my lips, she turns and heads toward Kirill. When she gets to him, she gives him an equally chaste kiss.

“You don’t need to show me a proposal,Solnishko,” he tells her, his voice husky. “You can do whatever you want with your club.”

She huffs out a breath and shakes her head before heading around to one of the chairs facing Kirill’s desk. With her hands folded on her lap and her back straight, she fixes him with a level look.

“I won’t have you giving me special treatment because I’m your wife, Mr. Volkov,” she informs him primly with a flirty edge in her voice. “Considering the magnitude of the money being spent, I believe you should be fully informed about the choices and changes coming.”

Kirill’s smile is indulgent and a touch patronizing. It has me clenching my hand into a fist, but I don’t comment. Not yet.

If he wants to piss our woman off by underestimating her, I’m not going to get involved. Not until I need to. There’s no doubt in my mind that she’s capable of dealing with him.

I’m sure he thinks this proposal will be subpar or won’t be complete. To him, it doesn’t really matter because he’s going to see this through no matter what.

However, I’m sure we’re about to be impressed by our woman’s mind and everything she’s about to show us. I almost chuckle at the thought but swallow it down and cover my mouth with my hand to hide my smile.

After pulling up the presentation and streaming it to the televisions in the room, I hand Oaklynn a little clicker to control the slideshow and sit back. Damn it, I should have brought popcorn.

Oaklynn turns toward me and winks before smoothing out her face and turns toward Kirill. Is my dick hard because of the anticipation? You better fucking believe it.

The next thirty minutes is fucking mind blowing. Not only has Oaklynn fleshed out her entire concept, but she’s put together a complete prospectus on the club and projections for the first six months the club is open again as well as for a year out. If her estimates are correct, the new club is going to be even more profitable than what the books indicate that Pulse was.

I’m impressed as hell, especially the renderings she’s put together for the interior. I love the steampunk meets speakeasy vibe she’s going for. It’s industrial with a touch of whimsy which will speak to a lot of clients. It’ll be a place where businesspeople want to take clients during the day and night. It will also bea place where women will want to be for the atmosphere and interior alone.

As much as I pay close attention to the presentation, I’m also watching Kirill. He’s done a fairly good job of keeping his face neutral, but the pride in his eyes is unmistakable.

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