Page 131 of Sweet Deception
She turned to Anna, flashing her a mischievous smile. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s leave these heartless bastards to their scheming. Birds of a feather.”
Anna hesitated, glancing at me again.
I let her go. Not because I trusted Luna, but because now I knew she was Misha’s problem. If she messed with mine, I’d mess with his.
As they left, Misha sagged into his chair.
“Gleb, you have to forgive me. I’ll pay for the damages.”
“In twofold.”
His head snapped up. “What?”
“You heard me. If I wasn’t smart enough to hold back, you’d have lost more than just some cargo.”
Misha groaned. “I can’t afford that.”
“Bullshit. You’re rich as fuck.”
“And so are you! You don’t need me to pay double.”
“You’ll pay, or I’ll treat this as an act of war.”
His eyes flickered with frustration. “I thought we were friends.”
“And who says we aren’t?” I smirked. “But business is business.”
Misha let out a long sigh. “I swear, I’m going to make Luna pay for this.”
I leaned back, chuckling. “Speaking of her... I didn’t know you were married. Keeping it a secret?”
He scoffed. “No. You just haven’t been paying attention.”
“She hates you.”
Misha smirked. “She should. But as long as she’s mine, I don’t care.”
I arched my brow. “You don’t hate her back?”
“It’s complicated. Her father is our main supplier in Colombia, and his shipments were grounded for months due to government policies.”
He continued, “he insisted that his protection needs be met at a higher level, protection only our cartel can provide. In exchangefor resuming the supply, he required one of his daughters to marry me. We couldn’t afford to lose their goods, so we struck a deal: a temporary marriage alliance. As long as our union lasts, our cartel will guard them with the full force of our resources, and in return, we secure a continuous, reliable supply. It’s a win-win situation, a calculated and strategic alliance where both sides benefit, nothing more.”
“The marriage wasn’t exactly voluntary on Luna’s part. I killed her lover.” He remarked indifferently, lighting a cigarette.
I let out a low whistle. “I see why she feels like strangling you to death.”
I took a drag from my own cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke.
Misha smirked. “Still think I’m the one who’s lost his mind?”
I chuckled darkly. “You’re insane, but you’re not stupid.”
Misha and I went back a long way. We survived the same hell, built our empires in blood, and buried too many enemies to count.
And now?
Now, we were both married to women who might just be more dangerous than we were.
