Never Have an Outlaw's Baby (Deadly Pistols MC #3)(116)

He rose before me, escaped the bed, and left nothing behind. When I got up, he was gone. It was early morning, and a cold one too. I reached for the sheet and pulled it around me, missing his warmth.

As I slid my hand over the empty impression his body left on the bed, I marveled at how quickly I'd fallen. The old Sabrina Ligiotti was hanging by a thread, about to slip into – what, exactly?

His control? Forever?

His presence was awesome. The sex was amazing. But I wasn't ready to submit and serve him on nothing more than powerful suggestions he'd made about my family.

I thought about Uncle Gioulio. If I gave in and let the Ivankov brothers have their way – or, God forbid, helped them – my only close flesh and blood would die a horrible death. The Russians wouldn't make it quick and easy.

Whatever I still had to learn about this world, I understood that much. I also knew my Uncle would burn for what he was being accused of. If he'd actually done it, he deserved to.

The proof hadn't sunk in yet because it wasn't total. I needed more than Anton's imposing speeches and a tightly controlled computer to show me what the hell was going on. It wasn't like I could just come out and ask either.

If this was an elaborate trick or an exaggeration to get me on his side, then the answers would always be twisted one way or another. More questions wouldn't tell me anything.

Escape wasn't any less appealing than it was the day before. And maybe it was one step closer now that I'd had an unforgettable romp with Anton. If this night meant as much to him as it did to me, the trust between us had grown.

Maybe I was stupid and naive. I wanted to believe he needed my help to do the right thing, even if it was making moves that would twist my heart in tourniquets. But I couldn't know until I lied to him and got my freedom.

I wasn't sold on anything yet. It was my job to make him believe I was. I'd say anything and everything to make him trust me, set me free, send me back to where I came from.

If I could return to the outside world, I'd be able to confront my uncle and all this insane history face-to-face, without anything suspect in the way.

Bowing my head in the early morning light, I licked my lips and tasted him. It felt so good when he was owning my body last night. Still, I'd never let him have everything else until I was sure he deserved it.

Things had taken a truly crazy turn, and now there was nothing left to do but follow the crooked path. It wasn't about old blood feuds and wars between mobsters anymore.

It was about him and I.

If the fiery gravity I felt here on the bed was real, more than just mind blowing sex, then I had to get to the truth. That's what they always say sets a person free, right?

Too bad they never tell you it's bipolar, a split revelation with the power to enslave, liberate, or destroy. Much like the firebird branded on Anton's body. I was ready to discover what it would do here, even when every possibility offered death or triumph.





6





Spellbound (Anton)





I wasn't the only one who'd spent the entire f*cking night blowing off steam. Shit, I wasn't sure what the hell I hadn't blown last night with her. Felt like I got hit by a semi when I dragged my ass downstairs the next morning, tasting her sleepy lips one last time before I left. The kiss reminded me the marathon night of f*cking must've taken a year off my life, and it was so damned worth it.

Daniel was passed out in a chair by the window, an empty bottle of good vodka at his side. In the master office, Lev's naked ass was pressed against the glass, his big arms wrapped around the slim blonde I'd seen taking care of shit around the house.

Jesus Christ. None of us had time for this shit. Party time was over with planning to do.

When I ripped open the door, the girl woke his ass screaming. I pretended I wasn't the world's biggest, most thoroughly f*cked hypocrite.

“What the f*ck are you doing?! This is what I left you down here to work on all night while I did all the important shit? Look at this! Goddamn, brother. Now we'll have to find a new maid too.”

They never lasted long when somebody's appetite got the better of them. If she was lucky, she'd get a fat payout and a one way ticket back to her old country, cold cash and a hard warning to forget all about America and working for the Ivankov brothers.

Lev stood up and covered the girl with his naked body, shielding her from me. Fuck. Way too early for the sight of my brother's naked body. He looked like an overgrown tiger standing on two legs.

“Asshole! Why can't you knock first?” He stepped up and slapped my chest.

I stumbled backwards, fully ready to send my fist into his jaw. Then I heard the footsteps behind me, fast and uneven. Daniel tackled both of us, knocked us onto the floor, all while the blonde bitch squealed and grabbed for her clothes.

She was out the door, running somewhere more discrete to dress while we all grappled with each other. I got in a couple punches and blooded Lev's nose. I was about to bust his f*cking lip – best way to show him I was serious – when Daniel started laughing like an idiot.

“What's so damned funny?” I growled, wrapping my free hand around his throat.

“Just realized this is what it's come to. You and the Ligiotti bitch upstairs. Lev, burying himself in housekeeper *.”

“And you with your f*cking bottle,” I snarled, tightening my fingers around his throat.