Bullseye: Russian Mafia Romance (Minutemen Series) by L. L. Ash

Author:L. L. Ash [Ash, L. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-06-19T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Maxim

Five minutes. Maybe ten.

That’s how long I gave her before she came crawling into the bunk with me. Women like her were tough on the outside, but when they were faced with the difficulties of reality, they crumbled. As sweet as she was, Mila was spoiled, and that was going to be a difficulty for her out in the wilderness in the middle of fucking Tibet.

I’d planned this safehouse years ago. I’d put it all together, ditching my last one when it was compromised, and I left it here just in case. My ‘just in case’ had just happened to come in the shape of a curvy little sexpot that tempted me down to the fucking molecule.

Wrapped up in my funky-smelling thermals and my jeans and t-shirt over top, I was nice and cozy. Mila on the other hand, was tossing and turning on the ground, staying warm by clutching onto her burning anger.

It would work for a little while, but the weather got down to fourteen or fifteen degrees fahrenheit at this time of the year, and underground it was no doubt we’d reach single digits. Mila, the princess that she was, would freeze if she didn’t check her pride and accept body heat when it presented itself. Since mine was the only warm body around, well, that just meant she was fucked. And so was I.

Watching her shiver in front of the fire had my heart aching. I didn’t like it one bit when she was even fucking uncomfortable, and I didn’t know why. I’d never cared about a person’s comfort. Not after Mom passed, anyway. I didn’t give one flying shit if someone was in pain or if I had to use an innocent to take down the guilty. I didn’t leave a trail of innocent bodies. No, that wasn’t my thing, but sometimes compromises had to be made because if the evil bastards don’t get taken down, they would leave a trail of bodies, so thick and wide you could pave a road through China. But Mila? She wasn’t an acceptable sacrifice, no matter how much I tried to argue away my feelings of guilt.

I shouldn’t have gotten so close to her. I wasn’t the great Serge who could fuck and move on. Sex actually meant something to me, which was why I didn’t do it a whole lot unless the woman knew that it was contracted for a single night, or sometimes less. And when she—

“I hate you,” I heard Mila mumble as she got up from the ground and made her way toward me.

I rolled my eyes and scooted over so she could slip into the cocoon I’d made by zipping two bags together. Big enough for two.

“What’s the matter, princess?” I asked, letting my asshole nature run away with me because I was just feeling too Goddamn much while being too Goddamn tired. “You feel a pea down there?”

Unzipping the bag, she slid into it with me before turning her back and curling into herself, which was fine with me.

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