Vice (The Untouchables MC Book 8) by Joanna Blake

Author:Joanna Blake [Blake, Joanna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-07-22T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Vice

“She is not the kind of woman that you can toy with,” one of the brothers said. I could already tell them apart, in terms of voice and attitude. I’d studied the file on them last night so I knew their names by appearance, but the brothers were a complicated puzzle. I was learning quickly. I glanced towards Anastasia who was waiting by our SUV, speaking to absolutely no one.

“I wouldn’t do that,” I said quickly.

“You want her, I can tell.”

I didn’t say anything. That was more than obvious. ‘Want’ was a massive understatement.

“You have not claimed her,” he observed and I flinched.

“If she wants me, we will cross that bridge when we come to it,” I said. “If not, I will protect her to the end of my days.”

Ice blue eyes considered me, then changed. I saw a hint of acceptance. A smile start to crinkle the edges of this cold blue eyes.

“You are doomed. It is good. It is very funny,” Andrei said, suddenly far more amicable.

He turned to his brothers and make a whipping sound effect and motion. They all laughed. I sensed that they relaxed slightly.

“Kroshka has him tied up in knots,” Alexei chortled and climbed into the limo. A town car followed at a discrete distance. I sighed.

“Kroshka?” I asked the beauty waiting patiently by the rented SUV.

“Another nickname. It means little biscuit.”

“Biscuit?”

“Crumb. Of something tasty.”

My eyebrows went right up to my hairline. The nickname suited her but not in the way it had as a child. I wisely chose to say nothing.

I opened the passenger door for her and waited for her to get in. My eyes skimmed her curves. I couldn’t help it. But I didn’t leer. I couldn’t ever leer at her. She was a fine wine, not a cheap beer.

Hell, she was the fanciest, tastiest, finest wine in the whole damned world.

And she was mine. I knew it. I had her in my clutches. Her cousins had come close to giving their approval. I knew they wouldn’t kill me.

Not yet anyway.

Not unless I fucked up.

And I would never, ever fuck things up with Anastasia.

“I think this might actually work,” she said, giving me a quick glance. “I don’t think they want to drag me back.”

I reached over and squeezed her hand, the other hand on the steering wheel.

“So, what do you want to do with the rest of your life, Kroshka?”

She let out a startled laugh.

“We don’t know if they will accept my offer.”

“I know.”

“They could still try to kill you.”

“I know.”

“But if they don’t… maybe… I could go to college?”

I exhaled sharply. What an ordinary dream. The hope in her voice was nearly my undoing.

“Do you want kids,” I asked gruffly. “Marriage? All that kind of stuff?”

“Stuff?” She asked.

“You know. White picket fences.”

“Oh,” she said thoughtfully. I glanced over and she was chewing her lip. A moment later her soft answer made my heart sing. “Yes, I think I do…”

“Never thought about it?”

“Sometimes but only in an abstract way. I always wanted kids.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.