Russian Roulette (Russkaya Mafiya) by Sapphire Knight

Author:Sapphire Knight [Knight, Sapphire]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary Romance
Published: 2016-05-02T04:00:00+00:00

EIGHT

ELAINA

I must have fallen asleep during the ride, because I awake drowsy and confused. I take in my strange surroundings. We’re parked in front of a beautiful little log cabin, and it appears to be surrounded by forest.

There’s a small private gravel drive that ends in front of the charming little porch. It has four steps leading up to the door and a hanging bench swing off to the side. I bet it would be amazing to sit out here on the swing in the morning, sipping a sweet coffee or hot chocolate.

It feels like we are enclosed into our own little bubble. The trees and bushes make a natural curtain around us. There’s a detached garage or shop building off to the side, and a little toward the back of the cabin, all along the side is lined with rows upon rows of chopped wood.

“Miss Elaina?” I’m brought out of my thoughts by Spartak.

“Yes, Spartak? Where are we?”

“Come inside please, ma’am. The boss had me wait out here until you awoke, but wants you inside as soon as possible.”

“He made you wait for me? That’s crazy! Where are we exactly?”

“We are at Mr. Masterson’s cabin.”

“You don’t say? Clearly I can see we’re at his cabin! I meant as in here here. Where are we? Are we even in Tennessee still?” I ask dramatically and he blushes a little.

“Oh. Yes. We are just in the mountains, didn’t leave the state or anything. You actually weren’t asleep for that long.”

“Hmm, it feels like it. I thought we drove for forever.” I slide across the leather seat and make my way out of the car.

Poor guy has been stuck on babysitting duty for me again. Ugh, my neck is stiff and my jaw is sore. It must be from Kendall. I have no idea what to do about her and I don’t want to even think about it right now. I need to find Viktor and figure out what he plans on us doing.

I glance over at Spartak as I make my way to the porch stairs. “Say, Spartak?”

“Yes, ma’am?” He looks over at me curiously and follows me up the stairs.

“Where is Viktor anyhow?”

“He’s inside handling business.”

I step to the side for Spartak to enter first. “What is his business, anyhow?”

“He has a storage business.”

“Sure, if that’s what you call it.”

He smirks a little at me then shakes his head, locking the thick wood door securely behind me.

The inside of the cabin is just as fairytalesque as the outside. I wouldn’t have believed in a thousand years this was Viktor’s had I not driven here with him. His house seemed very plain and sterile; whereas here it’s quaint and homey feeling.

There’s a giant fireplace as the focal point with a large square rug in front of it. The tan couches look more worn than new, but the kind of worn where you know they are really comfortable. A few wooden side tables with lamps and coasters resting on them are placed conveniently around the couches.

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