Page 103 of Fall into Savagery

Nikolay: You guys hear that? I think it’s the sound of a whip cracking.

I rolled my eyes and looked back up at Nikolay. He made a motion with his hand that showed him cracking a whip, grinning.

I flipped him off, and he snorted.

We waited for Catalina to text back, but she must’ve been busy with the boys because we got nothing. I put the phone away when our bookkeeper approached me with one of those huge ass binders.

I bit in a groan and motioned for the office.

We just needed to finish our work here, then we were meeting up with Damien and Gabriel before I could finally fucking go home to her.

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Nikolay stretchedhis back as we walked back to his car.

“Are we going home?” he asked, sounding damn eager.

I laughed. “Nope. We still have to meet up with Damien and Gabriel.”

“Why? Those fuckers can figure shit out by themselves. Let’s go home and play with the little kitten.”

“Are you referring to Catalina or her pussy?”

He laughed and tapped me on the shoulder. “Both. Let’s go.”

I shook my head. “Come on, man. It’s important that we work out all the logistics with Damien and Gabriel first. We can play later.”

Especially since Nikolay would be leaving with Gabriel once we got everything ready to go.

The Cartels were essential to the South American drug trade, so we needed Gabriel to take control.

“You’re no fun,” he said, flipping me off and climbing into the car.

I stared at the spot he had been for a beat before I followed him.

Yeah. Fuck, sometimes, I wish I could just ignore all of my responsibilities. If that were the case, we could be heading home to Catalina right now.

I shifted on my feet, trying to relieve the semi-erection I was sporting, and got in the car.

Nikolay took one look at me and laughed.

I punched him on the arm, and he let out a grunt.

Fucker.

“Let’s go.”

Nikolay sped his way across the street to one of the strip clubs we owned, the more “legitimate” side of things.

23

CATALINA

While Linda tookcare of the boys, I found myself in the back seat of a black car, with Gleb in the driver’s seat.

My phone stayed by my side. I tried calling Damien to warn him someone was following him, but he must have been busy because his call went straight to voicemail.

I clutched my hands in my lap nervously, yet there was this burning sensation in my heart. Worry weighed it down, but another feeling took hold. It was small and in the far back of my thoughts, but it was incessant.

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