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“Give me a chance to prove it to you. Can you do that?”
Criss stared down at her feet. “I… come with a lot…”
“Me too.”
She looked up at him. “You don’t know what I was about to say. Stop interrupting me.”
“I’m sorry, madam. Please continue.”
“Thank you. I come with a lot of baggage. I have so much shit to deal with. My life is so fucking hectic. No one in their right mind should want me right now.”
“Good thing you’ve met a motherfucker who isn’t in his right mind.”
Criss burst out laughing. He wanted to keep her doing that. She was fucking gorgeous when she laughed.
“I come with a lot of shit too. I’m pretty sure I can stack my baggage higher than you can stack yours,” Con told her.
“I bet you can’t.”
“Oh really? Come have a seat with me.”
Naked, they strode over to the couch. Once they were seated, Con put all his cards on the table for her. She listened attentively and didn’t interrupt him once as he told her about his life in Russia.
He told her about his two sister and the hardships they faced growing up. He then told her about his oldest sister, who’d gotten caught up with the wrong guy. A guy who ultimately ended her life and the life of their baby boy.
Tears had trailed down her cheeks as he told her of the anger and rage he’d felt when he learned of his sister’s death. He told her of his decision to join the Soldiers because of that. He explained to her that the Soldiers were an organized crime syndicate in Russian that had bases and allies all over the world.
He’d agreed to join in order to use their resources to find his sister’s killer. Because of his decision, he now owed a blood debt to the leader of the Soldiers. A debt he’d be free from in one year.
He told her of his friend, Boris, the previous manager of Private Affairs. His friend was missing and Con was sent to Chicago to find out what happened to him. He told her of Boris’ wife and child, who felt lost not knowing what had happened to him.
He told her of his baby sister, who refused to leave his side and live her own life because she was afraid he’d get hurt living this life of crime. She followed him wherever he went.
She even forced him to train her to fight and shoot, so that she could defend him if needed. Criss listened to his life story and when he was done, when there was nothing left to tell, she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him.
He held her close. She cried, but he didn’t. There were no tears left in him. He’d shed the last of those years ago. Yet, he was touched that his story moved her to tears. He was touched that this beautiful woman cared enough to cry for him.
“You win,” she told him before pulling away from the embrace.
Con wiped the tears from her eyes.
“Your baggage stacks higher than mine,” she told him.
“See, I told you.”
“I’m sorry you had to go through all of that.”
Con nodded just as his phone started to ring again.
“You better get that. I’ll go to the bathroom and clean up then get dressed.”
“Take your time. There’s a full shower in there.”
“Great.” Criss gathered her clothes together while Con answered the phone.
“Yury, what’s wrong?” Con said into the receiver. “She’s safe. She’s with me.” As Yury told him that Criss’ family was settled in at his home, Con noticed that Criss was still standing there. “Hold on, Yury.”
Con faced Criss. “What’s wrong?”
