Page 21 of Pucking Snowed In with the Enemy

Olivia looked at me, and I shrugged. “She’s telling the truth.”

With a huff and a flourish, Olivia stomped away, and Savannah turned her glare on me. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing?”

“What exactly am I being blamed for now?” Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, I rubbed at the fresh makeup she’d applied to my hickey.

“You’re trying to make her jealous.”

I snorted and shook my head. “Not even close. I could care less what she thinks or wants.”

“So, she’s not your girlfriend?”

I stopped rubbing when all the makeup was gone, and I could clearly see my mark once more. “I don’t do girlfriends. She is an occasional, half-decent time. What she would like to be is inconsequential.” I grabbed and pulled the large clip holding her hair up, and the reddish waves of soft hair fell around her face. “You are stunning, Kisa.”

“Please don’t call me nicknames, and I’d like to get off your lap now,” she said, but I shook my head.

“My place and my rules. Remember?”

“Just tell me, did you kill my brother?”

She resisted some but caved and leaned into me as I pulled her closer and buried my nose in her hair before running it up the side of her neck. Fuck, she smelled fresh and sweet with a hint of sin.

“That’s the wrong question, but I’ll answer it. No, I didn’t kill your brother,” I said, nipping at her soft skin and growling as she moaned.

It wasn’t a lie. I’d tortured the fuck out of Alex, and he was currently cowering in a cell, ready for my entertainment from time to time, but he wasn’t dead. Savannah’s body softened into me just a tiny bit, but it was enough to let me know I was breaking down her walls.

A flash of blonde hair bobbing around caught my eye, and I turned my head to track the erratic movement.

I could feel Savannah’s eyes on my face, and she followed my line of sight. The blonde was jumping around and whipping her hair in circles like she was at a heavy metal concert. I’d never seen her here before, and I didn’t like how she was disrupting the show like she was trying to take center stage.

“That’s who came with your father,” Savannah said just as the blonde moved out of the way and revealed the man himself. He was sitting in one of the large chairs near the floor like he was a fucking king while the girl danced and rubbed on his lap as she performed her little show.

Standing, I placed Savannah on her feet. This was not fucking happening in my club.

“Are you okay?” She put her hand on my arm, and it was only then that I realized I was shaking. I was shocked that she was brave enough to touch me while I was this enraged. I locked eyes with hers and could see an understanding in them, compassion even. That would get her killed in my world. Just another reason to keep her firmly out of it.

“I need to take care of something. I’ll be back,” I said.

My father could fuck around all he wanted, and I couldn’t stop him. But he was not bringing his trash into my club. His cheating was bad enough, but over my dead body, did he disrespect my mother like this in public.

My father locked eyes with me as I marched toward him, his arrogant mask in place until I pulled my gun.

SAVANNAH

Watching Nathan storm off was like seeing a bear on the attack. I could feel his anger and glimpsed the hurt in his eyes, but for whom I didn’t know. Was the blonde an ex of his? I wasn’t sure, but whatever had set him off about his father and the girl, someone was going to die.

I went to grab my gun and realized that I didn’t have it. Matthews had taken it from me when he put me on leave. Shit. I stepped toward the stairs, and two large guards who looked like they ate rocks for a living stepped in my way.

“Mr. Mikhailov would like you to stay here,” the one said. But I never saw Nathan say a word.

I could still see him from between their bodies as he drew closer to his father. Shit was going to get a whole lot worse as he lifted his suit jacket and pulled a gun.

“Holy shit.”

I ran back up the stairs and stood watching, heart pounding as Nathan came to a halt in front of his father. Words were exchanged, and I almost jumped off the VIP platform and made a run for him as he lifted the gun and placed it against the young blonde woman’s head.

The smile that had been in place a moment ago fell, and her eyes went wide. Nathan never even looked at her as he spoke to his father. I needed to stop this.

“I wouldn’t interfere if I were you.”