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I really should have called that, seen it coming, batted it out of the house with my bare hand, and rolled my eyes while sighing heavily and wondering how the hell I got myself into this position.
“Right,” I said. “Even in disguise—”
“Even in disguise…” He reached for my shirt and tugged my body with incredible force. “What?”
“She. Stands. Out.” I bit off each word like I was spewing poison.
He barked out a laugh and shoved me back until I nearly stumbled against the wall. “And you don’t?”
I looked down and frowned. I was wearing black joggers, a black T-shirt, and a hoody. I was going for casual. “I look normal.”
He shook his head. “Nah, you look like a killer.”
I refused to give in, so I leveled my head and crossed my arms. “If she comes, she has to act—can she actually act—”
“Like a team player?” Her beautiful voice rose to the heavens like fucking bells as she descended the stairs in nothing but a gorgeous white sundress that fell to her knees, a big black hat, and a tan coat. Her heels matched her coat, red bottoms, of course. She looked every bit the mafia princess. “Sorry, I had to borrow some things.”
“No worries,” Andrei said. “I’m sure your sister-in-law had fun tossing expensive things at you.”
“That she did.” Andrei’s wife came down the stairs. “She looks perfect, right?”
“Right.” I gritted my teeth. “Just like the perfect team player.”
Katya grinned up at me like she’d just been given a free day at Disneyland by herself, then she smacked my cheek lightly with her palm. “I’ll do good.”
Was it so wrong that the only thing I thought of in that moment was how good it would be to strip that white dress off her and show her just how bad she could be?
“Santino,” Andrei snapped. “Keep her safe, get your shit, and get back here.”
“Right away,” I said because, at the moment, I was having a hard time focusing as her hand rested against my forearm. “Right away.”
I just had to keep talking.
We walked out of the house unscathed and into the waiting black SUV, sitting next to each other, breathing the same air, then grabbed her hat and tossed it in the front seat of the SUV. “No hat.”
“I like the hat.”
“The hat looks like a homing beacon for NASA, no hat.” I frowned. “And no jacket. It’s not that cold outside, and it looks too expensive.Youlook too expensive.”
“Really?” She looked down, spreading her hands down her perfect little body, her palms grazed her breasts.
Shit. Focus.
Or attempt to.
I took the deep breaths I needed while she basically felt herself, and I almost said, “Finished?”
I opened the car door for her. She scooted in, giving me ample view of her bare thighs and the scars they still bore. It was everything to get me to rein it in again. She was a victim. She didn’t want or need me touching her… lusting after her.
And I was nothing but a glorified bodyguard at this point, who’d been told to kill anything that looked at her—which I agreed with wholeheartedly.
Once the car started to pull away, Katya just had to reach across the leather seat. Her fingertips pressed against my thigh. “So how are we going to play it?”
“Excuse me?” I didn’t push her away; I really didn’t have the energy at that point.
“Our story.” She shrugged. “Who are we?”
“Aren’t you supposed to be crying in your room?”
