Page 40 of Intense
She might test me to my limit, but I can’t deny she’s stunning.
Mikhail chuckles. “I never know what trouble you Irish might drag with you to Vegas.”
We’ve been dragging him into our messes lately. Though he’s had his fair share of shit to deal with, just to cement his place here. Mafia life never comes cheap.
“Not me, Mikhail. I’m the quiet one.” I smirk.
His eyes crinkle at the corners. The mask is clever. I’ve heard it’s to cover the burns on his face. I think it runs deeper than that. But, unless I can prove myself to him, I doubt I’ll get to see his scars.
Because no one will ever see mine either.
“The quiet ones are the most deadly. I should know, I am one.”
He has a point.
“Drink later? I don’t have any plans until the awards tomorrow,” I say.
He nods, checking his watch.
“Let me speak to my wife and brothers. We can show you how the Russians do it, yeah?”
I laugh.
“Sounds like you’re the one bringing trouble.”
He shrugs.
“We all need a little fun sometimes. And in my home, we can do whatever the fuck we want.”
Once we wrap up talking, I head over to the elevator for the suite.
“Oh, rich boy gets his own elevator too.” Stephanie’s voice makes my body tighten like a bowstring.
“Jealous?” I ask, not turning around.
“Nope. I’m happy it means your room isn’t near mine.”
Oh. That makes me spin on my heel. The sight of her makes my chest tighten. What the fuck? That’s something new.
Those dark winged eyes make her blue eyes pop like a shot to the ribs.
Those red lips. Fuck me.
“And why is that? So you don’t accidentally creep into my room in the middle of the night?”
She rolls her eyes.
I clench my fists by my side. I have to remind myself—do not grab her by the neck.
“No. So you can’t see who and what I’m doing in my room.” She winks and steps back.
“Why would that bother me?” I keep my face expressionless.
But she frowns, like she’s confused.
“So you don’t have anything else to write in your silly notepad?”
I grin at her, stepping closer.
