Page 22 of Pucking Snowed In with the Enemy

I spun around, and the man standing by the couch had to be family. A black suit, tattooed hands, and large rings could’ve placed him as a guard, but he looked exactly like a slightly older, and larger version of Nathan with amber eyes.

As he walked closer, I took a step back as two massive black dogs with piercing blue eyes stepped in front of him.

“Daisy, Bella, heel,” the dogs dropped down, their heads larger than mine, on their paws. “Don’t mind my girls. They’re very protective, but unless you make a threatening move, they won’t hurt you.”

“Great, good to know.” I looked over my shoulder as Nathan’s elevated voice could be heard over the music.

“Get. Out. Now,” he yelled, and the blonde leaped like a rabbit and ran for the door.

“What is that all about,” I asked as the man I didn’t know stepped up beside me.

“That is what you call family drama.” He turned to face me and held out his hand. “I’m Titus Mikhailov, Nathan’s older brother, one of us anyway.”

I shook his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“So, you’re the FBI agent looking into our family,” he said, turning his eyes back to the drama building out on the floor as Mr. Mikhailov stood and stared down his son.

Titus didn’t sound angry or annoyed like Nathan. He seemed very relaxed and calm, which made me wonder even more if I had been wrong all along. I hadn’t picked up on Nathan lying about killing Alex, and Titus was way too chill. Or was he? I didn’t know anymore. My wires were all twisted and shorting out from being around this family and the strange feelings that simmered when Nathan was near me.

“Yes, I’m Savannah,” I said and watched as Nathan put his gun away and stomped back, not looking any calmer.

I could feel his energy invading the VIP area as he got closer, and my heart hammered faster. A mix of excitement and fear swirled around in my stomach, and as soon as he rounded the corner and his eyes found mine, my heart stopped altogether. I didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with me, but he was testing my morals, ethics, and boundaries more in the last forty-eight hours than anyone else had my entire life.

“Titus, what are you doing here,” Nathan asked.

“I’m here for the family meeting, and you should know that father is never going to change.”

“Fucking prick,” Nathan growled, and the two dogs lifted their heads and twisted them like he was speaking their language. He walked closer, and my breath caught in my chest with every footfall. When he wrapped his arm around my waist, all logical thought disappeared. “I’m going to kill him one of these days. If he does that shit again, I swear.”

Titus looked at me and then at Nathan as if to say, 'Yo stupid, you’re promising to kill someone in front of an agent.’ He wasn’t wrong, and yet I was more curious as to why he wanted to kill his father over the girl. That was not a good sign for my moral compass.

“Can I ask why you’re so angry?”

Both men looked at me, and I needed to see the entire family photo. Were they all this sexy? Say what you want about Mr. Mikhailov, he had great genes.

“It’s family business, but if you stick around long enough, you’ll find out why,” Nathan said and smirked. It felt like he was daring me to try and leave. “I’m sorry that I need to cut our meeting short, but the other meeting I mentioned is about to start. Do you want to stay and watch the show, or would you like one of my guards to take you back to your hotel? I’ll be tied up for the rest of the night.” His hand tightened on my hip. “Although, I’d prefer to be tied up by you.”

I shook my head and tried to step away before I yelled, ‘That’s a fucking great idea,’ but just like when I was on his lap, he wouldn’t let me move away. His eyes hardened as I tried.

“I didn’t get to ask all my questions.”

“I guess that means you’ll just have to hunt me down another day,” he said as his eyebrow lifted. My teeth ground together. The last thing I wanted was to spend more time with Nathan. My inner voice called me a liar, but I wasn’t talking to that bitch.

“I guess my hotel,” I said. The idea of sitting here the rest of the night was not appealing in any way.

“Very well.” Nathan lifted his hand, and the same guard as earlier walked over and held out my cell phone that I’d completely forgotten about. Nathan took it from the guard’s hand and waited until he shook his head no before handing it over.

“Goran, see to it that Ms. Freeborn is returned to her hotel safely.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I sucked in a deep breath as he leaned close to my ear. “Until next time, Kisa,” he whispered and brushed his lips across my cheek before walking away with Titus and my scampering heart. What the fuck was going on with me?

“This way, Ms. Freeborn,” Goran said, and I followed him but couldn’t help watching where Nathan went.

A hand gripped my arm, jerking me out of my dreamy thoughts of Nathan. I looked up to stare into the eyes of Mr. Mikhailov, the head of the family.

“Stay away from my son, or I will have your job, and you’ll never work anywhere again.” His blue eyes were hard and cold, his voice thick with a Russian accent, unlike his sons. He had a commanding aura, and it was obvious he was used to being obeyed. Which rubbed me the wrong fucking way. I didn’t flinch or back down as I stared into his eyes.