Page 126 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
“You messed up the cabin on my boat. You were bleeding,” I explain.
She shakes her head as though disbelieving what I’m saying. “If
you’re going to kill me, please do it now. I don’t want to live anymore.”
Her words hit me right in the chest.
For the first time in all my years of killing people, her fear affects me.
“I’m not going to kill you,” I say slowly, quietly.
“Why?” she asks as her eyes dart around, looking for an escape. The only way out is behind me, but I’m blocking her path.
“That’s not the job.”
Her eyes narrow. “But kidnapping me was?”
I nod, not going to lie to her.
“You’re fucking despicable.” She spits at me, those jade-green eyes all fire and hate.
This once frail woman is turning into a ball of anger.
“I am,” I say, agreeing with her.
Her eyes narrow on me, disbelieving that I would agree with her.
“Now we have my personality trait out of the way, you need to get cleaned up.”
She crosses her arms over her chest as if hiding her perfect curves from my eyes.
I’ll give Dmitri this, her photos on his phone don’t do her justice. She’s gorgeous up this close. Long black lashes, freckles scattered across her slim nose, and rosy-red lips that are plump and perfect. I shake my head, the mental images that are beginning to percolate in my mind aren’t right.
Her eyes drift over my body for a couple of moments before quickly turning away.
I know I look good. Hours working at the gym, then hours working out on various self-defense and martial arts, has given me a body that I’m proud of.
“Fuck you!”
I smile. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Flirting, really, Maxim?
“I’m going to kill you.” She spits.
“I look forward to that day, Wildcat, but right now you need to get cleaned up. Then you’re going to tell me what drugs you’ve been taking.”
Her eyes widen in surprise.
“The withdrawal you’ve started is a dead giveaway. I’m not going to lie, the next couple of days are going to suck even more than being kidnapped. I’m sure you’ll be begging me to kill you again and again or pleading with me to give you one last taste of your drug of choice. I’m going to tell you now—I won’t. You need to get off whatever you’ve been using and deal with your situation. Because you’re going to need to be sober to deal with what’s happening to you.”
She launches herself at me which catches me off-guard as it’s so unexpected. She’s pushed me up against the tiled wall of the shower, she’s all slippery so it’s hard to get a good grip on her. She then knees me in the groin, and the pain hits me like a freight train as my stomach somersaults, but I’ve learned over the years to push through that kind of pain because it will always be the first action someone does when attacked. Then she swings an elbow at my face just missing my nose.
How the hell does she know these defensive moves? Someone with great skill has been teaching her.
She then digs her nails into my skin before biting my bicep.
Motherfucker, that hurts, and I release her for a moment.
She thinks she’s going to escape as she turns on her heels and rushes out of the shower stall.
