Page 16 of Scarred (Russian Sinners 2)

“Stop being dramatic,” her voice held just a slight note of fear. She shouldn’t be afraid of her wedding day. She shouldn’t be afraid. Period. If the damn man wasn’t constantly hiding behind an army of bodyguards, I’d be more than happy to march up to him and shoot him point blank. He deserved nothing better.

“Look at your face, Sis. And you’re not even married yet.”

Her brother turned to me. “Let me work off the debt. I spent five years in Special Ops; I’m on leave for the next two months. I can be useful.”

I glanced at her brother for a brief second and returned to Olivia. Yes, this would work out nicely.

“Okay, I’ll let you work off your debt.” I didn’t want to sound too eager. “On one condition,” I added.

“What condition?” Her brother asked and there was caution in his voice. Good, he was smart.

“Anastasia asked me to help your sister,” I started. “I-”

“What? You know where Anastasia is?” she interrupted, her eyes big and her soft voice full of surprise. She was worried about her friend. “Is she okay? Does her father know?”

“She’s fine. My brother and I saved her from the kidnappers a few days ago,” I told her, her eyes locked with mine. “Olivia, in order to help you, I will need you to do exactly as I say.”

“What do you want her to do?” Her twin brother answered in her stead.

I kept my eyes on Olivia, while I answered her brother. “Your sister lets me take her back to Russia. It will be the appearance of a kidnapping, to buy us time and bring Malcome Schmidt down. It will seem like all three women were targeted since Scarlett was taken too. Your friend, Scarlett, is safe with my other brother.”

She breathed a sigh of relief at hearing her both friends were safe.

“Why would you help me? What’s in it for you?” That simple question told she had been hurt.

“Let’s just say, I don’t particularly like suffering or the men that cause it,” I told her and I meant it more than she’d realize.

“I’m sure you don’t go around saving every person under some duress.” Her tone held light sarcasm. “People don’t do stuff for others, unless they are getting something in return.”

Olivia was too distrusting. No matter what I said, she needed to hear what I would get in return. As I assessed her, an idea occurred to me.

“You could help me with my niece. She’s under my protection, my ward.” I could see a surprise flash in those beautiful eyes.

“W… what?”

“You could watch my niece for me,” I repeated. “It would help me greatly, and I’d eliminate your fiancé from your life.”

“Why would you do that? And can’t you find a nanny?”

“I can’t stand an asshole that beats those weaker than him,” That much was true. “The fact that it is Malcome Schmidt is an extra bonus. And I think I just found a nanny.”

“How did you know my connection to Malcome?” Her voice was breathless, like she was nervous. “That he is my fiancé?”

“Your hair is very unique.” I wanted to run my fingers through it. “You’ve been all over the paper as the fiancé of Malcome Schmidt, but your face never shows. When I saw video footage of you with your friends at the Russian Orchid, I thought it was an interesting coincidence. But your friend, Anastasia, confirmed it.”

In a nervous move, she pulled her hand through her luxurious hair. She was gorgeous and I couldn’t wait for a day to wrap my hand in her hair as she sucked my cock. I should feel bad about having these thoughts about her, but fuck if they didn’t feel right. She felt right for me and I wanted to be the one for her.

“What has Malcome done to you?” she asked and the chill enveloped my heart instantly.

“That is no concern of yours,” I told her coldly. I was unnecessarily harsh but that wound was still too fresh.

Her brother took her hand. “I think we should go for it,” he suggested eagerly. “Anastasia trusts him. I can make sure Mom is okay while I work off my debt. I’ll pretend I’m searching for you.”

“I don’t want to jump from the frying pan into the fire.” She watched me warily, distrust in her eyes. She was right not to trust someone like me. She probably needed a sweet boy after what she endured from her fiancé. But she won’t get one, because I saw her first.

I’d let brother and sister talk their issues through. All that mattered to me was that she was here, one way or the other she was going back to Russia with me.

“When you say the appearance of a kidnapping, what do you mean? And what does it mean being a nanny to your niece?” She questioned me, and I couldn’t blame her for being cautious.

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