15. Gio

15

GIO

A s the door clicked shut behind Tatiana, a heavy silence filled the apartment.

She'd stayed for an hour after I'd gotten her off, after she covered my lips with her sweet cream, and after she ground that tight, little cunt on my face.

I was still so fucking hard, and I hadn't tried to get off. In fact, I wasn't going to until I shoved my long, thick cock deep into her virgin pussy.

A sick part of me wanted her brothers to find out, just so I could kick their ass and stake my claim on Tatiana. They were big, mean, and strong motherfuckers. But I fought dirty in the underground, and the thought of taking them on got my blood pumping .

I stood there staring at the door, my mind a violent storm of emotions. I didn't have time to fight out the arousal and need coursing through my veins. Not tonight, at least.

Tonight, I had to take a life. The one Carmine wanted wiped out specifically.

There was something strange about the entire situation. My instincts were telling me there was a hell of a lot more to the story than what the Head of Italy was divulging.

But right now, that wasn't something I'd push back on.

I ran a hand through my hair, letting out a low, frustrated growl.

As soon as I pushed work out of my head, images of my gorgeous little Russian popped in.

Tatiana was like a drug, one that I was hopelessly addicted to.

I walked over to the window and stared out into the darkness. I wanted to see her slipping away into the night, but all I saw was a quiet city with empty streets.

I'd spent my entire fucking life trying to make sense of this world and who and, more importantly, what I was.

A monster , a dark voice whispered inside my head.

The world I lived in was filled with violence and betrayal. It was a never-ending cycle I was so accustomed to I didn't think I'd ever know any different.

And fuck, but I was good at navigating that kind of fucked-up world.

I was ruthless and calculating, but most importantly, I was always one step ahead of everyone else.

And then there was my girl. She was something I'd never expected.

Tatiana drove me crazy in ways I loved and hated. Her fearlessness pissed me off because it put her in danger, but the fact that she was so determined to do whatever the hell she wanted had my cock harder than granite.

She knew I was a killer. She'd witnessed it firsthand. Her unrelenting fear and desire for me made me want her more than I'd ever wanted anything else.

It was as if she saw me as something more than the cold-hearted, bloodthirsty killer I was. And, fucking hell, that made me want her in a way that consumed the fuck out of me.

Tatiana Petrov could very well have been the most dangerous thing I'd ever faced in my life .

But dammit all to hell… I couldn't stay away.

I turned away from the window and clenched my hands into vicious, painful fists.

My breathing was becoming frantic, so I closed my eyes and steadied myself. I had never been the type of man to let emotions impede me. In fact, I didn't feel shit, not unless I was making sure my family was safe and protected or keeping my empire whole and on top.

I was cold and always fucking calculating. I hadn't been weak since I was a child and my father was beating the shit out of me. Yet, here I was, questioning everything. And it was because of a little Russian goddess who was the most beautiful creature I'd seen in my life.

One thing was certain: I couldn't keep myself from her. Not now. Not ever.

But for now, I had to focus on one other thing, tunneling my vision and thoughts until they were only on that one task.

What I had to do tonight.

With a frustrated sigh, I grabbed the whiskey bottle and took a hearty swig from it, the amber liquid burning as it slid down to my gut, since I was no longer numb after tasting my sweet girl.She was like an elixir, her presence instantly sobering, bringing me into the light even while we played in the dark.

I downed the rest of the bottle, tossed it in the trash can, and headed to the bedroom to get ready.

I knew where Maksim was and how long he was going to be there. I knew how many fuckers I had to take out to get to him.

And tonight, I'd once again be the killer Tatiana had seen just a week ago.

I would be starting a war within our family if it was found out that I was the one who ended up intervening with Tatiana without telling her brothers… and soon, that I was the one who slaughtered Maksim.

Fuck.