Page 75 of The Mistake

Ivan nodded. “Ah, yes, for the moment when you ended the man who took your mother and three sisters away from you?”

I’m not surprised he knew that.

I glared atthe man, who I had a deep respect for. Ivan didn’t have everything handed to him on the plate. I knew there was a lot of fact and fiction circulating about this man. The one truth I knew was that he’d been tossed aside by his own father, left to die in the gutter. Many believe he had a thing for strays, and those that were not wanted.

What I did know was the gutter had created a monster. A monster who always seemed to wear a smile, and expensive Italian-made suits. Always pristine. I don’t think I’d ever caught sight of Ivan looking anything else but the best.

Even now, sitting in my apartment. I had three guns, one inside my jacket, one at my back, and another in my ankle, as well as two knives. I could kill him easily.

“You could try it, if you want,” Ivan said. “I’m not armed.” He took a sip of his drink. “This is good whiskey.”

“That’s my whiskey and you haven’t been invited.”

“It goes without saying that I’m invited to drink your whiskey, seeing asI’m the reason you get to crack this bottle open, don’t you think?”

Ivanwas a sneaky bastard. I don’t know how he did it, how he’s able to know everything about everyone. There’s no point in fighting this. Ivan was the reason I was finally able to terminate the man I’d been hunting.

Letting my bag ease tothe floor, I take a step toward him, and he holds out a glass for me filled with my whiskey. I take it from him.

Sitting in the chair opposite, I stare at him. My apartment is dark and I’ve notbothered to put a light on yet. I don’t need the light. I hate anything that brightens a room if it’s not natural.

“Do you want to tell me why you’re in my place?” I asked.

“All in good time. First, you must taste your victory.”

I doubt this is poisoned. Poison is not Ivan’s style, or at least it didn’t use to be. People change over the years. They adapt. They grow.

I glance down at my whiskey, and rather than challenge him, I merely take a sip. There are some fights worthtaking on. Ivan wants something, that I know.

“Is it how you imagined it?”

No, it wasn’t. Nothing ever was. Glaring at Ivan, I finish my whiskey in one drink. I didn’t want to share my victory with anyone. I didn’t want the company. Ivan was ruining this for me.

“Why don’t you tell me why you came here?” I asked.

Ivan tutted. “So impatient.”

I wait. There’s no point in rushing Ivan. He will do whatever the hell he wants to do, at his own pace. So, I wait.

“I have a business proposition for you.”

I continue to stare at him.

“If this is about yourvacant territory, I thought you went to The Beast?” I asked.

I was not going to be angry that he went there first.The Beast and I didn’t exactly get along.

“I’m approaching both of you, but I can see you’re going to need some … persuasion. That’s more than fine with me. Aren’t you curious, though?” Ivan asked.

“About what?”

“Who would win?”

Chapter Sixteen

Ive

Charlotte’s moans fill the room, echoing around as I continue to pump my cock deep inside her cunt. I should be wearing a condom, but I just didn’t want anything between her pussy andmy dick.

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