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voice. “Now see, was that so hard? Where are you, babe?”
I told him my location. He ordered me to stay safe and promised he’d see me in a matter of minutes.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
PATSY
The Dragan
Five minutes after Sergey told me that Toni was stranded at the side of the road, I was pulling up behind her piece of shit car. Seriously the thing had to be twenty-years old. When Sergey said he was going to get her, I nearly jumped off the sofa. The three of us had just gotten a still crying Brenna to into the car. We all got another look from Boris. I had to admit, I was a little worried about what he might do to rectify the situation for his wife, our sister. Sergey promised him that a heads up would happen with shit came flying. Boris’s plan was to get Brenna out of the country and on vacation ASAP. A good plan. But not one Brenna was likely to agree to.
We’d just sat down to watch the end of the Spurs game when Evie’s phone rang. Sergey didn’t seem the least bit surprised that I offered to retrieve Antonina. Nico j ust laughed and shook his head.
I got out of my car and walked to the driver’s side window, gently knocking. Toni’s head was down. Her features tight, stressed out. She turned toward the knock, a big smile on her face. A smile that melted into a scowl when she saw it was me. The smile had made my dick hard. Oddly the frown only made it worse.
She opened the creaking door and hopped out. “Sergey couldn’t come, eh?”
I laughed. “I volunteered. Any chance to piss you off is worth the effort.”
She ignored me and headed to my Audi. “Actually,” she said as I opened the passenger door for her. “Thanks for coming to get me. That was a dick thing to say.”
I ignored her apology. I could handle a bitchy Antonina. But a nice one could do me in.
I got in the car and peeled away from the curb. “You got a garage you call?” I asked.
I could see from my periphery that she was shaking her head. “No, I pay my neighbor to change my oil. I don’t go to garages anymore. It’s always bad news.” She sounded tired.
“Maybe it’s time for a new car,” I offered.
“You think?” Exasperated but too tired to fight it, Toni leaned back in the soft leather seat. I heard her sigh in resignation. “So,” she started. “Would you like to know where I live?”
My hands were tight on the wheel. “I know where you live,” I answered quietly. There was no way I was telling her that I’d followed her home some nights when she worked at the bar late. Or that I’d slept in front of her house a few times after seeing that she was safe. What the fuck was I doing? Alone in a car with this woman. A new brand of torture. Sitting a foot from Antonina Hume and not be able to touch her. I was out of my mind.
“How do you know where I—”
“ Shh …”
Toni’s hissed, “Did you just hush me, Mikhailov?”
I rolled my eyes. Always a damn argument with this woman.
“Haven’t you heard the phrase silence is golden?” Offering to drive her had been a mistake but after our encounter in the kitchen, I needed a little more time with her. A few minutes in her sun, and then I would avoid her again. Well that, and I liked to piss her off.
“H ave you ever heard the phrase, go fuck yourself?” she asked me with an acerbic tone.
In spite of myself I laughed.
“What the hell has gotten into you Mikhailov? This is the first time I have ever heard you laugh. Normally laughter would be a welcome sound but with you, it’s unnerving. Is this some kind of trick? You being nice doesn’t change anything you know. I still don’t trust you. And I still think you are up to no good.”
I laughed again at her string of confessions, but it was more sinister this time. “I am up to no good, Antonina.”
As she formulated her retort, we turned right at Fountain Avenue toward her house. When she looked away from me to the windshield, I heard her gasp. Red and blue lights sliced at the
I told him my location. He ordered me to stay safe and promised he’d see me in a matter of minutes.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
PATSY
The Dragan
Five minutes after Sergey told me that Toni was stranded at the side of the road, I was pulling up behind her piece of shit car. Seriously the thing had to be twenty-years old. When Sergey said he was going to get her, I nearly jumped off the sofa. The three of us had just gotten a still crying Brenna to into the car. We all got another look from Boris. I had to admit, I was a little worried about what he might do to rectify the situation for his wife, our sister. Sergey promised him that a heads up would happen with shit came flying. Boris’s plan was to get Brenna out of the country and on vacation ASAP. A good plan. But not one Brenna was likely to agree to.
We’d just sat down to watch the end of the Spurs game when Evie’s phone rang. Sergey didn’t seem the least bit surprised that I offered to retrieve Antonina. Nico j ust laughed and shook his head.
I got out of my car and walked to the driver’s side window, gently knocking. Toni’s head was down. Her features tight, stressed out. She turned toward the knock, a big smile on her face. A smile that melted into a scowl when she saw it was me. The smile had made my dick hard. Oddly the frown only made it worse.
She opened the creaking door and hopped out. “Sergey couldn’t come, eh?”
I laughed. “I volunteered. Any chance to piss you off is worth the effort.”
She ignored me and headed to my Audi. “Actually,” she said as I opened the passenger door for her. “Thanks for coming to get me. That was a dick thing to say.”
I ignored her apology. I could handle a bitchy Antonina. But a nice one could do me in.
I got in the car and peeled away from the curb. “You got a garage you call?” I asked.
I could see from my periphery that she was shaking her head. “No, I pay my neighbor to change my oil. I don’t go to garages anymore. It’s always bad news.” She sounded tired.
“Maybe it’s time for a new car,” I offered.
“You think?” Exasperated but too tired to fight it, Toni leaned back in the soft leather seat. I heard her sigh in resignation. “So,” she started. “Would you like to know where I live?”
My hands were tight on the wheel. “I know where you live,” I answered quietly. There was no way I was telling her that I’d followed her home some nights when she worked at the bar late. Or that I’d slept in front of her house a few times after seeing that she was safe. What the fuck was I doing? Alone in a car with this woman. A new brand of torture. Sitting a foot from Antonina Hume and not be able to touch her. I was out of my mind.
“How do you know where I—”
“ Shh …”
Toni’s hissed, “Did you just hush me, Mikhailov?”
I rolled my eyes. Always a damn argument with this woman.
“Haven’t you heard the phrase silence is golden?” Offering to drive her had been a mistake but after our encounter in the kitchen, I needed a little more time with her. A few minutes in her sun, and then I would avoid her again. Well that, and I liked to piss her off.
“H ave you ever heard the phrase, go fuck yourself?” she asked me with an acerbic tone.
In spite of myself I laughed.
“What the hell has gotten into you Mikhailov? This is the first time I have ever heard you laugh. Normally laughter would be a welcome sound but with you, it’s unnerving. Is this some kind of trick? You being nice doesn’t change anything you know. I still don’t trust you. And I still think you are up to no good.”
I laughed again at her string of confessions, but it was more sinister this time. “I am up to no good, Antonina.”
As she formulated her retort, we turned right at Fountain Avenue toward her house. When she looked away from me to the windshield, I heard her gasp. Red and blue lights sliced at the
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