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My phone buzzed. “That’ll be Daddy calling to check on his young wife,” Juliette snickered. “Come home baby, so I can spank your ass and fuck you.”
“I thought you didn’t want any details,” I smirked as I dug through my bag.
It wasn’t Liam and my smile fell. It was Garrett.
“Fuck, that loser is still nagging you?” Ivy sounded annoyed on my behalf. She had no idea.
My phone rang and this time I answered it.
“What is it, Garrett?” I snapped into the headset.
“You burned down my house,” he shouted, his words slightly slurred.
“I have no fucking idea what you’re talking about,” I retorted calmly. “But I can hear you’re drunk. Stop harassing me, or I’ll get a restraining order against you.”
He started laughing maniacally. “You are a criminal that burned down my house. You and your stupid girlfriends. You won’t be going to the police.”
I felt anger rise within me.
“Again, Garrett. I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I told him, barely keeping my calm. “But I assure you, I won’t hesitate to show all these calls and texts you’ve been sending me over the last few weeks to the police. Trust me, there's plenty of evidence for a restraining order.”
I didn’t bother listening to whatever he had to say and ended the call.
“That guy really needs a life,” Juliette broke the silence. “If he doesn’t stop harassing you, we’ll burn down his next house.”
“The four of you need a life.”
A deep voice came behind us and the four of us whirled around.
CHAPTER52
Davina
Alexei Nikolaev stood at the top of the hill, blocking our way out and access to the Jeep. Next to him was a guy that resembled him. A lot. And behind them, there was a woman… with a fucking baby.
“Hello ladies,” the Alexei-looking guy greeted us, looking amused as fuck. “I’m Sasha.”
“Holy fucking shit,” Ivy muttered. “Did we just fuck up?”
My eyes traveled between Alexei and Sasha. They had to be brothers. That kind of resemblance was freaky. They both looked scary as fuck, for a completely different reason. One reminded me of a psychotic guy and the other of a reckless lunatic.
“Hello,” I attempted to use some manners.
Juliette shoved her shoulder into me. “Don’t talk to scary Russians,” she whisper-yelled.
Truthfully, Sasha didn’t have an accent. Not that I could hear over my ears buzzing with the adrenaline pulsing through my veins. Jesus, he looked no less scary than Alexei Nikolaev.
“Umm… listen, we don’t want any trouble,” Wyn tried to sound firm and sure, but her bravado failed big time. Nonetheless, she earned points for trying. “Just let us get to our car and we’ll be on our way.”
Sasha looked amused and Alexei’s face held no expression at all. I shifted from one foot to the other, anxious and unsure how to interpret their presence.
“When did thateverwork?” Ivy hissed.
“We need a fucking gun, that’s what,” Juliette huffed. “Now these fuckers will take all our earnings and we’ll be back to square one.”
“Shush,” I hushed them. “These are the Nikolaev men.”
Wynter’s head whipped around and her eyes bulged out.
