Page 7 of Wicked Knight 2

On my way out, I grabbed a towel off the rack, quickly dried my hair with it, then wrapped it around my waist. I still had a few hours before my stupid fight with Dominic. The fight was a waste of everyone’s time. Though if I had to be honest, I’d been itching to re-arrange Dominic’s face for a while now. Ever since I got back from Russia and got reinstated as Papa’s right-hand man and spy, he’d been going on and on about how I hadn’t earned my spot.

He was only belly aching about it because before I came back, his cousin Boris had been up for a promotion. Hell if I cared. I had done everything Papa had asked of me. I earned my place on this crew. I wasn’t about to let a coward like Dominic tell me I didn’t belong with my own goddam family.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Belinda’s soft voice filled the room. “I didn’t realize you weren’t dressed yet.” Her gaze slid up and down my half-naked body.

Fuck. Why didn’t I think of her before I decided to take a cold shower to wash Donata’s dream off me. “Why are you here? I didn’t call for you?”

“I wanted to see if you wanted a bite to eat before the fight.” She inched toward me with greed in her eyes. “Or anything else.”

I chuckled and reached for her waist. She did the rest, standing on her tiptoes, pulling me down toward her, so she could kiss me on the lips. By the time her tongue touched mine, her big tits were already out. I took a handful of one, kneading as I deepened the kiss.

Belinda understood our arrangement. We were fuck buddies and could never be anything more. I let her soft mouth lure me in some more, like she’d done my first night back at the Brotherhood compound. When she let out a quiet moan of pleasure, I walked her back to the bed. My cock twitched for a bit but didn’t quite commit. Maybe now wasn’t the best time for a quickie. I pulled away first.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, laboring to catch her breath.

“Now is not a good time. How about that bite to eat instead?”

“Yeah, okay.” She exhaled.

Disappointment registered on her face as she pulled the top of her dress over her tits again. When she turned to leave, she froze in place at the sight of Papa by the door. How long had he been standing there?

“Leave us.” His voice rumbled.

“Yes, Papa.” Belinda scurried out of the room.

“You can’t waste your time with women before a fight.” He scanned the room before his gaze landed on the towel wrapped around me. “Get dressed. We need to talk.”

“Any changes on the mafia princess front?” I strode to my walk-in closet and grabbed a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt.

“No, but we need to move quick on this. I want her here tonight.”

“I was thinking the same.” I joined him in the sitting area on the opposite end of the bed.

He waited until I had put on my combat boots and sat across from him. “Dominic also needs to be handled today.”

“I got it.” I furrowed my brows.

“You understand he can’t survive the fight.” He said matter-of-factly. “Each day, he grows more and more disgruntled with the way I do things.”

“I’ve noticed.”

“So we agree then.” He smiled and rose to his feet. “Finish him. No one will question it. He knew the risks and agreed to them when he issued the challenge.”

Those were the rules of the Brotherhood. Honor was everything. Dominic doubting my capacity to lead my crew was a direct offense to my honor. I had to make an example of him before he made things worse for me. Not to mention, that there was a one-hundred-percent chance he was already planning to do the same with me. He wanted me out of the way.

Over my dead body.

As it were.

“I got it.” I swallowed as I considered my next words. If Papa cast aside Ivan now, Ivan would probably end up dead before the end of the week. “About Ivan. Without our protection, he won’t survive.”

“I don’t want to hear his name right now.”

“I know, but I could use him. He rushes into things, but his heart is in the right place. He’s also good at snatch jobs.” My lips pulled into a slow smile. “He’s a Belov after all. Even if he’s a hothead.”

“That he is.” Papa chuckled and nodded once. “Fine. Take him with you. But hear this, I will not tolerate any more mistakes. He’s making a fool out of me.”

“Understood.”