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The innocent-looking ones are always the dirtiest and I can't wait to find out how filthy she can be.

Chapter six

Amaia

Isliponmybasic black dress over my stockings with the small penknife tucked in them. Since that man snuck into my hotel room, I’ve always kept one on me. I’m not sure it was specifically; it’s just a hunch. He is the only new man in my life that has shown any interest and I can imagine him having no boundaries. I’ve heard of him; the words Mafia and drugs are hushed around. One of the Petrov men. He is powerful and violent. He is a man never to be crossed.

And somehow, I have gained his attention.

He watches me from the bar as I leave the changing rooms, people passing me pink roses and telling me how my épaulement was perfect. I’m polite and give them my practiced smile. Until he stands in front of me, handing me one red rose.

A breath gets caught in my throat as I look up into those deep green eyes. He smiles, displaying white teeth. My smile never wavers even though I’m nervous around him.

“You were spectacular out there,” he tells me with a slight accent, and now I’m calmer; I realize what it is.Russian.

“Thank you, sir,” I start, but he leans in to kiss me on the cheek, his heady cedar scent rushing over me.

He murmurs into my ear, “Viktor. Remember it. You’ll be screaming it soon.” His warm breath against my sensitive neck causes goosebumps to spread over my body before he pulls back.

I can’t stop the heat pulsing between my legs. I’m surprised my jaw hasn’t dropped at how open he spoke to me like that, then has the audacity to wink at me.

Damien comes over and wraps his arm around my shoulders, plucking the rose from my fingers. My eyes roam back over Viktor, and his smile has gone. I clutch onto Damien’s arm, he stares down at me, waiting.

So, I wave toward Viktor to introduce him. “Damien, this is Viktor. He is just telling me how much he enjoyed the show.”

He puts his hand out to shake with Viktor, but he stares between each of us for a moment before reaching out his own. Damien makes a strangled sound as Viktor grips his palm. “I’ll pick you up later,” he mumbles, giving me a peck on the cheek before he walks away, leaving me alone with Viktor again.

“Is he your boyfriend?” Viktor asks, taking a sip of his amber drink. Scotch.

“He might be.” I shrug.

He leans in close, his mouth brushing the shell of my ear. “I don’t think he is.”

My face scrunches up and I pull away. “What?”

But Viktor doesn’t answer.

“I don’t even know you,” I can’t help but spit out. Who is this guy, and what does he want from me? I should stay away; he is dangerous, after all. My mouth opens to speak, but words about my brother are on the tip of my tongue. Dmitri hasn’t answered my calls, and he won’t be able to go up against Viktor if I make him angry.

That’s when it hits me. If I don’t mention Dmitri and handle this myself, it will keep my brother safe. We have different last names, so no one will connect us, and our dad is gone.

But I still have his blood running through my veins. Surely, I can protect myself. I’ll just need to find a new angle.

A smile stretches across my face. Sex.

Chapter seven

Viktor

Asshestaresupat me, something flickers over her face. I raise my eyebrow in question.?

“He isn’t my boyfriend,” she says with confidence, leaning a little closer to me.?

“I know.” I grin as her eyebrows raise.?

“How?”?

I lean in, my cheek brushing against her soft one. “I have a way of knowing things.” Mostly by doing background checks, which I admit, I can’t wait for all of her information to come through. Impatience is a terrible trait.

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