Page 127 of Beautiful Secrets
Because I’m not standing on her side, am I?
Oh no.
I’m standing in front of the Vasilievs and the Barisovas and all their henchmen.
In her eyes, I’ve become the enemy.
I’ve never wanted anything as much in my life as to tell her she’s wrong in thinking that.
But I can’t.
I made a deal.
The disdain and loathing I feel toward Dimitri pales in comparison to the outright hatred roiling inside me for his son-in-law, Yuri Barisova.
I thoughtDimitriwas a sick fuck?
Yuri makes the man look like a stand-in for Santa Claus.
Despite the fact that I’m giving him exactly what he wants, he’s still trying to fist me up the arse. No lube.
But if this works…then Mika will get what she wants.
I’d endure a fisting for that.
Dimitri steps forward, comes to stand side-by-side by me.
“Mika?” He beckons her to come closer.
Kill puts out an arm to stop her, even though she hasn’t moved an inch. “What’s this about?” His eyes flicker to me, but we’ve never had that twin-thing where we can read each other’s minds. If we had, he’d probably be convinced I’ve lost mine again.
Dimitri grunts just loud enough for me to hear him. “You will see.”
Kill frowns, but doesn’t lower his arm.
“No one will harm her,” Dimitri says in a rough voice, but with a pause on the end like he was planning to add, “yet.”
That doesn’t go unnoticed—Kill’s frown deepens, and Derek shifts his weight as if he’s working out who he’ll need to take a shot at first to diffuse the situation.
Laughable.
The only person who could possibly diffuse this situation is Mika—and she doesn’t have a fucking clue what’s going on.
Only the people on this side of the room do.
Those she considers her enemies.
Kill drops his arm with obvious reluctance, but Mika still just stands there.
And I have a feeling she’ll stay right there until the sun dies.
She’s stubborn like that.
Like a fucking goat.
But that’s what I love about her.
Fuck—that’s one of so many things I love about her.
