Page 75 of City Of Thieves
“My purse,” I mumble.
I must have fallen asleep after that. When I open my eyes, he’s sitting up next to me in his jeans, the top button still undone, scrolling through my phone.
“Which number is Belov’s? I can get Killian to trace it.”
I’m fully awake now. “Do you really think so?”
“If anyone can...”
I sit up to show him, and he catches me wincing.
“Wait.” Swinging his legs off the bed, he walks into the small en suite and returns with a damp towel. “Open your legs,” he orders, whipping the sheets away.
“So soon?” I ask nervously.
Flicking me a wicked smirk, he leans over the bed and presses the damp towel to my aching pussy. The soothing effect has me rasping out a grateful breath. “But I thought you said no washing?”
“This is the one exception. Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head. “You made it all go away.”
He opens his mouth to say something else when my phone starts vibrating in my hand. I glance down at it and stop breathing.
“Who is it?”
He must have seen the answer on my face because he’s swiping it away from my fingers.
“Renzo, no!” I try to take it back, but he holds it out of reach. “You don’t know him like I do. Let me take it. I have to make him believe I’m still his toy. We haven’t figured out a definitive plan yet. We need to speak to Seb first.”
He glares at me, but he knows I’m right. No matter how much he wants to tear this man apart, there’s still Anastasia’s innocence to consider.
I catch the call before it rings out.
“Kiska.” His silky-smooth voice hits the back of my throat like his shitty cigarette smoke used to. “What took you so long?”
“What do you want, Konstantin?” I say dully. “I’m on my way back to New York as requested.”
“I had some favorable news. I have decided to reconsider my position over Anastasia. I am coming to New York shortly for business, and I am bringing her, too.”
She’s going to be in America.
My baby’s coming home.
But as always with Konstantin, there’s a sting in the tail of every supposed gift.
“There is an American man who has expressed an interest inacquiringher,” he adds viciously. “Three million dollars. He had hoped to adopt in his country but unfortunately, he has a questionable police record when it comes to…children.”
He knows.
This is my punishment for siding with Renzo.
“She’s my daughter, Konstantin,” I say, numbly. “You can’t do that. I won’t…”
I thought he was cruel before, but this…
In front of me, Renzo is pacing the bedroom like a tiger waiting for his time to kill. Seeing the devastation sweep across my face, he snatches the device out of my hand and switches it to speakerphone.
“I am not a complete monster,kiska.” We hear him chuckle. “I will give you a few minutes to say goodbye to her first.”
