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He tugs me to his chest and loops the belt around my mouth, forming a gag. The warmed leather bites into my lips. I chomp down on it. I feel like a goddamn horse.
“Here,” Aleks says, reaching for his waist. In one quick movement, he unfastens his belt. “In case you need another.” He tosses it to Lev, who catches it in his fist midair.
What the fuck would he need another one for? Argh!
“I’ve got a knife,” Viktor says, tossing it to Lev. It’s like they’re all pitching in for a gift, and the gift is me, served up on a fucking platter.
“Here are some zip ties,” Ollie says.
Lev smiles. “Aw, you shouldn’t have.”
I sigh and roll my eyes. I’d have a deliciously sarcastic response, but sadly, I really can’t talk with this damn bit between my teeth. He shoves me toward the door, then seems to think better of it. “Could interrogate you here,” he says thoughtfully. “But if I take you home, I have so many more tools at my disposal.” He nods. “Yeah, let’s get you home, little spy. We need to have a chat.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Lev
It’s my lucky fucking day.
Mikhail told me after Viktor and Lydia’s marriage that I was up next. My brothers have gotten married in rapid succession—our plan to overtake The Cove as the most powerful Bratva group in full swing. The most efficient way of solidifying ourselves as a force to be reckoned with is to expand our ranks. The second, most lasting way, is to put down permanent roots.
Marriage. Vows. Children. None of the marriages in my family thus far have happened the “usual” way—at least the usual way in Western culture. Here, we take what we want.
And right now? I want a leggy Colombian princess with tanned skin, a sharp mouth, and a body that rivals an Olympian gymnast. The image of her thick, glossy hair falling from her baseball cap and around her face like a veil will stay with me forever. Her eyes, bright and inquisitive with just a touch of batshit crazy, are unforgettable. That cute little button nose and bratty mouth beg to be tamed. Her fit, lithe body, small but powerful, is like a tightly wrapped package of dynamite.
I bet she tastes like whiskey and sin.
I’ll find out.
She sits beside me in rumpled male clothing. That needs to go.
I reach for the belt behind her head and unfasten it. “What do you have underneath this shit?” I ask her, gesturing to the rumpled sweatshirt and cargo pants.
She winks at me, her grin revealing full, cherry-red lips that draw my attention like a magnet. I'm mesmerized by the seductive curve of her mouth. No longer disguising her voice as a man's, her natural higher pitch resonates, each note a tantalizing aphrodisiac that stirs something deep within me.
“Nothing but my birthday suit and this stupid torture device meant to flatten my breasts.” She leans in closer to me, her warm skin brushing mine. I swallow, my dick hard already just by her nearness. She’s fucking gorgeous. “Why don’t you see for yourself? You have to check me for bugs, anyway, don’t you?” She leans back in her seat, a placid look of curiosity on her beautiful face. “I can’t fucking wait to take this off. I feel like I’m wearing a jockstrap over my breasts.”
“I can’t fucking wait to see for myself. Believe me, that’s happening.” So far, my techniques are absolute shit. Not only does she not look intimidated, but she also looks fucking excited.
Maybe it isn’t just the look in her eyes.
Maybe she actually is insane.
I’ll have to get Aleks to do a background check.
A part of me thrills at this thought, though. I’ve never been attracted to normal women. Give me a taste of fire and ice, and I’ll fucking fall to my knees and worship.
I’m not saying it’s a good thing.
We’re not far from my home, a newly purchased house I bought after Viktor’s marriage. I didn’t want to set roots down here right away, not with Ollie overseas and the work Mikhail needed me to do in various cities throughout the world. But after Lydia and Viktor got married, I knew I belonged here. And after Mikhail made it clear I’d be up for marriage sooner than later I knew The Cove was where I’d put down roots. Most of my other brothers live nearby at this point, so when this home hit the market, I snatched it up. I suspect Aleks had something to do with that, but who knows.
We pull up to my house in the dead of night, my estate lit with spotlights. “Wow,” Isabella says beside me. “Not bad for the youngest.”
I clench my jaw and don’t respond. I won’t let her bait me. Being the youngest of a family of pythons doesn’t make you any less a python.
This house is a bit much for a single guy, but I knew when I bought it, the location was the most important. I’m five miles from headquarters and near Viktor and Lydia, with easy access to the highway. I hardly had to make any modifications except for a handful of security details, including wrought iron gates installed at the entrance, flanked by stone pillars.
When the gates open, a long, paved driveway lies before us lined with trimmed hedges. All along this path are discreetly placed security cameras, hidden along with infrared motion detection. With a click of a button, I can access every camera in my house and often do.
