even closer to the friction building between their bodies.
“Uh, boss!” This time it was Ivan. “We really hate to interrupt, but we still have a scumbag in there to deal with.”
The haze of lust and sexual need cleared just long enough for Ivan’s words to penetrate. With regret, Grigori ended his kiss with Flynn. He kept her in his lap though, within the circle of his arms where he could feel her warmth against his chest.
Had the situation been anything else, it would have been laughable. Ivan, Igor, and Anson had turned their backs and appeared to be deliberately not watching whatever was going on between Grigori and Flynn.
Flynn started to giggle. “I think we’ve made them uncomfortable.”
“I believe you are correct.” He was glad to see that she could still laugh about something. “Are you all right?”
“I am now.” She bit her lip. “I was afraid that you would be angry with me.”
“I’m sad that Yakov is dead and that I apparently didn’t know him at all.” Grigori couldn’t even think about that right now. “But I’m grateful to you for saving my life.” He nuzzled her neck. “That’s supposed to be my job.”
“You did save me,” she said softly. “You saved me from a life of being my father’s puppet. You gave me freedom.” She touched his cheek with her hand. “And love. You gave me love.”
“And now we need to protect all of that,” he told her firmly.
Flynn got to her feet, and Grigori quickly followed suit. He gazed at Ivan and Igor, and then at Anson. The four of them were going to become Yuri’s enemies if they went through with the plan that was forming in his head. He needed to give these men a choice.
“What?” Anson demanded. “I can see your mind working. What are we to do?”
“You three need to make a choice,” he told them quietly in Russian. “This will be the end of your association with Yuri. At least unless he decides to pretend none of this happened. I do not want to ask you to choose sides, but in this case I must.”
“We’re with you,” Ivan grunted. “Igor and I have little respect for Yuri anyway.”
“I think you should kill him and take his position,” Anson suggested.
Flynn squeezed his hand. “These are your men, Grigori. Never mistake that.”
“Then this is what we need to do,” Grigori began.
The men and Flynn huddled around, and he felt himself smile. He was really going to piss Yuri off, but he couldn’t say he truly cared anymore.
“What about Teller?” Flynn wanted to know.
“Tie him up good and put him in the van. We’re bringing him with us.” The plan taking form in Grigori’s head had a touch of insanity to it, but sometimes that’s what made things work.
“And the body?” Ivan gestured to Yakov.
This was harder to stomach. “Bring him too.”
FLYNN FELT A palpable sense of excitement. She was nervous too, but she had complete faith in Grigori. She rode next to him in the van as they drove to Yuri’s house in Richmond.
“What are you thinking?” Grigori asked, glancing over at her from behind the steering wheel.
She couldn’t see much in the eerie green glow of the dash lights, but he looked determined.
She reached over and affectionately punched his shoulder. “Oh you know, I was just thinking about how much more pleasant it is to ride in the passenger seat of the van when I’m a passenger.”
“Ah yes, I was rather rude when we first met.”
She snorted. “I beat you with a piece of wood.”
“You were attacked by feral cats.”
The memory made her giggle. “Yes. I was. I was so angry at those stupid cats for giving away my position.”
“I knew you were there.”
“You did not!”
He snorted. “Your breathing was so loud I was surprised you didn’t knock down the porch with each exhale.”
She suddenly sobered. It felt wrong to laugh and joke when she had just killed Yakov.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I feel like I don’t have a right to be happy after
“Uh, boss!” This time it was Ivan. “We really hate to interrupt, but we still have a scumbag in there to deal with.”
The haze of lust and sexual need cleared just long enough for Ivan’s words to penetrate. With regret, Grigori ended his kiss with Flynn. He kept her in his lap though, within the circle of his arms where he could feel her warmth against his chest.
Had the situation been anything else, it would have been laughable. Ivan, Igor, and Anson had turned their backs and appeared to be deliberately not watching whatever was going on between Grigori and Flynn.
Flynn started to giggle. “I think we’ve made them uncomfortable.”
“I believe you are correct.” He was glad to see that she could still laugh about something. “Are you all right?”
“I am now.” She bit her lip. “I was afraid that you would be angry with me.”
“I’m sad that Yakov is dead and that I apparently didn’t know him at all.” Grigori couldn’t even think about that right now. “But I’m grateful to you for saving my life.” He nuzzled her neck. “That’s supposed to be my job.”
“You did save me,” she said softly. “You saved me from a life of being my father’s puppet. You gave me freedom.” She touched his cheek with her hand. “And love. You gave me love.”
“And now we need to protect all of that,” he told her firmly.
Flynn got to her feet, and Grigori quickly followed suit. He gazed at Ivan and Igor, and then at Anson. The four of them were going to become Yuri’s enemies if they went through with the plan that was forming in his head. He needed to give these men a choice.
“What?” Anson demanded. “I can see your mind working. What are we to do?”
“You three need to make a choice,” he told them quietly in Russian. “This will be the end of your association with Yuri. At least unless he decides to pretend none of this happened. I do not want to ask you to choose sides, but in this case I must.”
“We’re with you,” Ivan grunted. “Igor and I have little respect for Yuri anyway.”
“I think you should kill him and take his position,” Anson suggested.
Flynn squeezed his hand. “These are your men, Grigori. Never mistake that.”
“Then this is what we need to do,” Grigori began.
The men and Flynn huddled around, and he felt himself smile. He was really going to piss Yuri off, but he couldn’t say he truly cared anymore.
“What about Teller?” Flynn wanted to know.
“Tie him up good and put him in the van. We’re bringing him with us.” The plan taking form in Grigori’s head had a touch of insanity to it, but sometimes that’s what made things work.
“And the body?” Ivan gestured to Yakov.
This was harder to stomach. “Bring him too.”
FLYNN FELT A palpable sense of excitement. She was nervous too, but she had complete faith in Grigori. She rode next to him in the van as they drove to Yuri’s house in Richmond.
“What are you thinking?” Grigori asked, glancing over at her from behind the steering wheel.
She couldn’t see much in the eerie green glow of the dash lights, but he looked determined.
She reached over and affectionately punched his shoulder. “Oh you know, I was just thinking about how much more pleasant it is to ride in the passenger seat of the van when I’m a passenger.”
“Ah yes, I was rather rude when we first met.”
She snorted. “I beat you with a piece of wood.”
“You were attacked by feral cats.”
The memory made her giggle. “Yes. I was. I was so angry at those stupid cats for giving away my position.”
“I knew you were there.”
“You did not!”
He snorted. “Your breathing was so loud I was surprised you didn’t knock down the porch with each exhale.”
She suddenly sobered. It felt wrong to laugh and joke when she had just killed Yakov.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I feel like I don’t have a right to be happy after
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