Andrei: A Dark Mafia Romance (Bakhtin Bratva) by Nicole Fox

Author:Nicole Fox [Fox, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-03-06T18:30:00+00:00

The next day, I’m working out like a man possessed when the door opens. I expect it to be Jamie or Garret. Sometimes, Garret will bring me some Russian food and we’ll pass the time together, talking. Garret hated me to begin with, I know. But ever since the garden, when I defended Jamie, he has shown me more respect. I think we share a protective urge for Jamie. Even if his is markedly less conflicting than mine.

But it’s neither Jamie nor Garret. It’s Cormac and Rafferty, with Jerry standing behind them. The guard looks pissed off, probably still stewing about the beating I gave him in the garden. But nothing has been said about that since. I’m guessing that nobody told Cormac. Probably that insect Declan was too ashamed. As he fucking should be.

Cormac, as usual, is cigar-chewing like his life depends on it. “Andrei!” He smiles. I almost laugh when Ronan walks in, awkwardly carrying a plush stool. He sits, puffing smoke. “Lovely morning, isn’t it? Not that you would know, of course. You are looking pale, my friend. You should get more sun.”

I just stare at him. He looks around, annoyed that nobody’s laughing. When Jerry finally gets the hint and laughs, he grins in victory. Even if a deaf man could tell the laugh is fake.

“Well?” Cormac snarls. “Nothing to say, Russian? You’re normally so damn talkative and cocky. Or is being my prisoner finally getting to you, eh? Can’t take the shame of it, I’ll wager.” He looks knowingly at Rafferty. “These Russians, my friend, they’re not made of the same sturdy stuff as us. Fucking cowards.”

Rafferty feigns a grin. But I can tell he has no taste for this gloating. Cormac is oblivious to the fact that Rafferty and Jerry are humoring him.

Idiot.

Cormac huffs. “Don’t you want to know why we’re here?” he snaps, clearly annoyed at my reticence.

“To gloat, I assume?”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing!” he beams. He puffs out so much smoke, his face is hidden for a moment. “What man could resist the urge to gloat, when he’s beating you so damn badly? That video we forced you to make, it worked like a charm. For over a week now, your little cowardly friend … What’s his name?”

“Egor,” Rafferty offers.

“Yes! That skinny fuck. He’s been as quiet as the grave.”

I hide my smile. That means that my plan worked. Either that, or Egor’s dead. But, no. If that was the case, Cormac would be gloating about that instead. Egor got the message. The game is on.

“Ah,” I answer noncommittally.

“You have one hell of a poker face, Andrei, I’ll give you that.” Cormac grins. “But let me tell you something that’ll really put some chill in your fucking bones: I was talking to Jamie, and she told me her project is going very, very well. You know what that means? Soon, it’ll be time to put you down like the rabid mutt you are. It’s all worked out great, really, because I never even planned to buy you.

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