“I figured that chick came back for her pocketbook. It’s on the dresser.”
“The bartender?”
“Yeah.”
“What was her name?”
He shook his head. “I have no idea. I just want her to get her shit and go.”
“Fine. You can hide out in here from the scary bartender.”
But then, my bedroom door swung open.
Valentina walked in.
This day just gets better and better.
Valentina spotted Maxwell in his towel and then looked at me in my boxer briefs. Rolling her eyes, she scowled at me. “So, you finally fucked him?”
I raised my hands in the air. “Hey, I didn’t—”
“Yeah, we fucked. I’m in love with Misha now.” Maxwell nodded. “So, stop stalking me.”
She rolled her eyes again. “Whatever.”
I quirked my brows at him.
Maxwell shrugged.
Valentina’s face twisted in pure disgust. “I came here to give you a warning, Misha.”
“What?”
“Pavel is heading here.”
I grinned. I had no idea why Kazimir thought Pavel of all people could make me go anywhere. All I had to do was bring some scissors out and threaten to cut his hair. He’d be out of my face in seconds.
Pavel was Kazimir’s cousin on his father’s side. They’d grown up together, even had a little gang with some of his other cousins. Valentina had been in it too. Truth be told, she probably was the toughest out of all of them. Besides Kazimir.
But her vagina made them doubt her.
Once Kazimir’s mother married Sascha’s father, I spent time with Kazimir more in Prague. Eventually, they lived with us.
Pavel had come to visit a few summers. Even then, he had grew that long hair past his shoulders. I’d never seen it short since we were children. The man had kept the style and hung on to it, raving about his tresses like a female.
Once Sasha’s father passed away. My father let Kazimir take the reins. It should’ve been my father to rule, but no one would have listened to him. All thought he’d lost his mind by then, and they were correct. Meanwhile, Kazimir rose in power and the cousins in his little gang grabbed high positions in the Bratva.
From time to time, I saw Pavel at family gatherings. He’d even got several tattoos from my father. Although we had no problem with each other, we never found any kinship.
With that hair, it was hard to take him seriously. In a normal conversation, he ran his fingers through it too much and constantly tossed it over his shoulders, when proving a point.
I could never hold in my laughter.
Kazimir must be pretty desperate. I’ll have to meet with him in Paris and have that conversation after all.
“Misha?!” Valentina seized my attention and crossed her arms over her chest. “Kazimir sent Pavel to get you.”
“Then, he wasted Pavel’s time.”
“Why have you been avoiding my brother? And when are you going to bury Uncle Igor?”
“I don’t need Pavel of all people to get me.” I headed to the bathroom. “And I’m not avoiding Kazimir. I’ve been busy.”
“Busy with what?”
“None of your business.”
She got in front of me and blocked my way into the bathroom. “I think something is wrong with Kazimir. My people at his house are saying that Zahkar is running things.”
I studied her. “You have spies at Kazimir’s house?”
“He’s my brother. Of course I do.”
“Get out of my way.”
“Misha, he needs you.”
“As a matter of fact, I planned on going to see him in Paris.”
“You are?” She widened her eyes. “When?”
“Later this evening.”
“He wants you to go now.”
“Then, he will have to wait.” I gently moved her to the side.
“Why can’t you leave now?” She followed me into the bathroom. “Too busy sucking Maxwell off? I should have known you would have your cock in his ass by the end of the week.”
“That’s right!” Maxwell yelled from the bedroom and then left. “We’ve been fucking all night long. I love him.”
“Oh God.” I rubbed my face. “Get out of my bathroom. Maxwell is making that up.”
“I am sure he is not.” She placed her hands on her hips. “We know how you are. You try to hide it, but I know how much you love it, when guys play with your cock.”
Rage ran through me.
I did my best to calm myself. “Will you not let me live that down? It’s been years.”
“I bet you let Sasha play with your cock more than that one time.”
“I was a fucking kid, Valentina! I am not even sure, if he should have done it. Get out!” I roared.
Only Valentina could make me this crazy.
When I was fourteen, she’d walked in on Sasha tugging at my cock. Two years older than me, I’d looked up to Sasha. He’d told me to take it out. He kept saying that showing my cock to him was the only way a guy could know if it was big enough. When I’d pulled it out, Sasha had come closer and began touching it.