Never Have an Outlaw's Baby (Deadly Pistols MC #3)(123)

It was the start of two more sanity stripping f*cks out in the old gazebo. If my old man could've seen the shit I did to her in his favorite spot, he probably would've jumped outta his grave and bought me a tall shot of good vodka.

When our fires burned cooler and we were both half-frozen, I gathered up our clothes and helped her dress. The servants asked no questions as I carried her inside. They got paid good money to keep their f*cking mouths shut and treat every Ivankov brother like any other gold plated swinging dick.

A steady pay check and common blood rooted in Mother Russia did a lot to make sure we never got traitors in our house.

I carried her up to her room and laid her down, lighting a fire to warm us both up. Yeah, we f*cked again, two or three more times. The last time my dick shot off inside her was bittersweet.

A couple more kisses, and she was out like a light, giving me ample opportunity to do what I needed. The little bag the servants left out for her was waiting by the door. I grabbed my pants off the floor and fished out the small circular plastic chip Daniel had pieced together.

How that boy came up with these f*cked up inventions, I'd never understand. The CIA and FSB would've drooled their f*cking hearts out at the size of this thing.

It easily hooked to the side of her purse like a little bead. GPS and a microphone. We'd be able to see everywhere she went, and hear her the second she started talking to her bastard uncle.

It's for her good and yours. Just turn her loose with this shit and bring it to a close. She never has to know.

Yeah. Yeah, f*cking right.

If only I could've believed it would be that easy. Guilt jumped up and bit me in the ass, sinking its venom deep. Compromising with my brothers wasn't neat and pretty. In this case, it was downright f*cked.

What's a man supposed to do when the only way to save the woman he loves and his only family was to betray her like this?

Shit. Did I just feel the L-word rattling around in my brain?

Too many questions for tonight. I slipped outta her room and stepped into mine, downing a few smooth shots of vodka from my liquor cabinet before I returned. I crashed down on the bed and she nuzzled her way to my chest.

The girl trusted me, wanted me. Mission accomplished. It was only for a week or so, and this would all be over, as soon as she was able to tell us where to corner Gioulio and put him down.

I'd been around long enough to know a f*cking lot can happen in a week. The plan might go off perfect, or she might find the dirty secret in her purse and blow it all to hell.

There was nothing left to do but sleep through my doubts 'til morning. I held her so f*cking tight I thought she'd wake up, but she didn't. My girl slept in my arms, murmuring like a kitten every few breaths, ticking down the seconds 'til fate called us both to the bench and decided whether we'd burn or live our lives in bliss.



I kissed her hard, just short of bruising her lips, in the entryway the next day. My brothers lurked in the background, not saying shit. Daniel gave me the evil eye, silently telling me I'd better have planted the bug on her like we agreed.

I tuned them out. This whole sick situation melted in my lips on hers, a kiss so savory it would soothe our time apart.

“Take care of yourself, babe. You know how to get me on that burner phone anytime. Keep it away from your dickhead uncle.”

“You know I will,” she said, brushing her lips over mine one last time. “I never thought all I'd want while leaving you would be to come straight back. I didn't think Stockholm Syndrome was real either...”

My brothers snickered. I turned, shot them an angry look, and pulled her to the porch outside. The chauffeur was down there waiting.

“We both do what we have to. Don't think for a second you're falling for me because of some f*cked up glitch in your head, Sabrina. You know what we had the last two nights was real. No bullshit. No joke.”

My greedy hands went around her and tugged her close. She gasped like a shock rolled through her when her nipples rubbed against me.

Goddamn. How the f*ck was I gonna survive a week without her body tangled in mine?

My dick wanted her again. It didn't matter how many times we f*cked in twenty-four hours, I still wanted more. And I wanted way more than just her *.

Then she finally said the words I needed like this fresh autumn air swirling around us. “I know. This thing is crazy, Anton. There's a lot I'm still trying to understand. Can't figure out if you're a scary lunatic or the best thing that ever happened to me.”

My hands found her ass and squeezed. Yeah, the boy down by the car was getting a bit of a show, but f*ck it. I didn't care who saw, or how it made them feel.

“A man can be both, babe. I don't give a shit what you think I am. Long as it makes you wanna come back and kiss these lips, we're good. Now, get the f*ck outta here before I rip off your clothes and f*ck you in the backseat of that car.”

The chauffeur smirked. I watched him outta the corner of my eye rounding to the passenger door and opening it, waiting to take her away.

I gave her a gentle push and she went down the steps, her shiny new heels clicking the concrete. Damn, I was gonna miss that sound – almost as much as I'd miss having her legs wrapped around me while she screamed.

Sabrina turned around and bathed me in one more dark brown longing look before she slid into the car. The door closed, the driver got in, and soon the car was rolling down the long winding path towards the gate.