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I won't lie; she’s a great distraction.
In the beginning, the cat-and-mouse game was fun. Marina liked getting punished, and I enjoyed spanking her—a perfect combo.
But then she became a nuisance. Her obsession grew, and she'd even crash my business meetings, causing trouble. It was clear I needed to cut ties.
Yet, like a persistent mouse, Marina always found a way back.
As I took another drag from my cigarette, I knew I had to deal with her once and for all.
I headed to the door, leaving Dasha behind. I didn't want Dimitri joining us today—I’d had enough of his ugly face for the week—so I asked Dve to drive while I explained the day's plan to our little guest. We had to move quickly, as Igor's warnings about avoiding the city loomed over me like an impending storm.
As I stepped outside, dark clouds gathered in the sky.
Something was about to happen, and I had a feeling it wasn’t going to be good.
Finally settling into the back of the black, window-tinted SUV, I glanced over and was surprised to see Sofiya fast asleep. Her head rested against the window, her hands folded neatly on her lap. Her dress had ridden up just enough to make me consider adjusting it.
Damned if I do, damned if I don't.
I pulled out my phone to send a text as Dve started the car and drove through the forest.
“Take a turn to Nurma."
“But Volk, it’s almost?—”
“I know it’s fucking far but I have something to do there.”
Nurma was two hours away, and it would have only taken us 45 minutes to reach the city. But a detour seemed interesting. We had a supplier in Nurma who could give me info on Vlad’s latest deals.
I noticed Dve’s confused look through the rearview mirror.
“Do you want me to ask the men to follow us? In case something happens?”
The fire in my eyes must have been enough of an answer.
He nodded, turned on the radio, and focused on the road, not asking another question.
I cracked my knuckles and neck, resisting the urge to punch his stupid ideas out of his head.
When have I ever relied on others for help?
Enjoying the silence, I looked at the sleeping beauty beside me.
I snorted at the thought.
I wished I could prick her finger with a needle so she’d fall into a deep sleep until her papa came back, saving me from headaches and unwanted boners.
Looking out of the window, I watched the sunlight break through the clouds and touch the fields of wheat. With classical music playing on the radio, everything seemed enchanting. I almost expected a pig to fly out of the field or a unicorn to slide down a rainbow. The serene beauty of the countryside was a refreshing change from the concrete jungle and constant hustle of the city.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and felt the peace and quiet easing my frayed nerves.
The rest of the journey was peaceful.
I checked in with our suppliers and discussed a potential new deal with the Colombians with Igor over a thirty-minute phone call, which could be as profitable as our one with the Italians in the States. As the car weaved through the dense forest and the tires dug deeper into the ground, I could tell we were almost there.
Suddenly, Sofiya’s head bumped against the window, waking her up. She yawned, stretching and inadvertently revealing more of her long legs.
She looked around in confusion, trying to figure out where we were.
