Page 81 of Coach
“Saul,” Konstantin repeated.
“He’s the only man she really likes.”
Tears flooded my eyes thinking of Trix, of Saul, of all the moments I would never get to have with them.
I kicked myself for waiting so long to go to the clubhouse, to give in to the desire that had been simmering between us since he saved me from falling off the ladder.
“You have to promise,” I said, my voice thick as the first tear slid down my cheek. “Please.”
“You’re dating Saul Garza,” Mikhail said.
“I…” wasn’t. Not really. But I was about to take a bullet to the head. Who cared about technicalities? For just a second, I was going to date Saul. Be wildly in love with him. “Yeah. I mean… not for long, but yeah.”
Konstantin barked out something in Russian that cracked the air like a whip.
Then the two of them were speaking in rapid-fire Russian, their body language agitated. Then Konstantin waved at me, and Mikhail moved behind me.
This was it.
And he still hadn’t promised.
“Please promise about my dog,” I demanded.
Mikhail moved right in close, making me tense.
But then there was a click.
And my wrists were suddenly free.
I yanked my arms forward without thinking, cradling them to my chest as I looked up at Konstantin.
“How much?” he asked.
“How much what?”
“How much will it cost?”
“I don’t know what you’re asking me.”
“Your silence. How much will it cost?”
“My… silence?”
Wait.
Were they… going to let me go?
Going to let me go and…payme?
“Wait… what? You want to pay me to not talk about kidnapping me?”
“Name your price,” Konstantin said.
“So you want me to just… go back to my life and pretend this didn’t happen? Keep coming towork?”
“That part is entirely up to you. But it would be less suspicious if you at least pretend to continue working there.”
I looked between the brothers, trying to figure out what the hell this shift was all about.
