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bathroom, rubbing her backside and muttering under her breath. I head to my adjoining bedroom, needing a few minutes to get my head on straight for the evening’s activities. Tonight, we venture into the lion’s den.



Chapter Nine
    Roksana
    He’s crazy. I know this. I also know I make him even crazier than he already is. I understand why he does the things he does. There are times when we have to go to a bar on Bratva business, whether it’s surveillance, a hit, or simply a discussion that needs to happen under the radar. There’s always a chance that men will hit on me – maybe it’s the red hair, I don’t know -- and Oleg has to stand back and take it. He knows it’s a means to an end but knowing that doesn’t make it easier on him. So I can always count on payback.
    Oleg approaches retribution the way he approaches everything else: go big or go home. He’s keyed cars, smashed windows, and busted up faces more than once. Oleg is anything but the forgiving type. If a mark hits on me, the torture Oleg subjects him to is particularly brutal, even by his own ruthless standards. He’s always figuring out new ways to torment his enemies. I’ve seen grown men beg for death just to escape the pain he inflicts on them. Unfortunately for them, cries for mercy only feed the raging inferno that lurks beneath his stoic façade.
    I choose a black leather skirt with a basic white halter-style top and, of course, Jimmy Choo stilettos. It's sexy enough to draw some attention and, hopefully, distract inquiring minds away from the real reason we’re there. A dab of lip gloss and I’m ready. I take one last look in the mirror and pause. I’m flushed and my eyes are almost unnaturally bright. I recognize that look; it’s the same predatory expression I get when I want to fuck.
    Breathing in deeply, I tilt my head back and close my eyes, allowing myself a brief moment to savor the calm before the storm. I’m so looking forward to spilling blood tonight.
    I rush down the stairs, noting that my father’s office light is still on, and stride quickly over to Oleg’s black SUV. He holds the back door open for me but then steps in front of me, blocking my way.
    “Be careful tonight. I’m always watching you, even when you don’t see me.” His tone is threatening, promising retribution for any perceived offenses.
    “You’ve been hanging around my father too long,” I chide, rolling my eyes as I slide onto the seat and try to project more confidence than I’m feeling. “Besides, you’re paid to watch me—paid well, I might add. Just do your fucking job and I’ll do mine.”
    “My job is you .”
    I chuckle as I turn my attention to Anastasia. It’s time to focus on prepping her; I can torment my crazy-ass fiancé later.
    “This is a hit tonight. Here’s your guy,” I say as I bring up the image on my phone and hold it up for her to see. “This club does random checks at the door, so the gun’s already been planted in the bathroom. You’ll put two bullets in his head and then hoof it out the back door where Oleg will be waiting for you. Don’t hide your face but don’t look anyone in the eye.”
    “I can do this,” she assures me fiercely. I wonder if she’s trying to convince me or herself.
    “Good…because it could mean your life if you can’t. My father said something about a bullet to your brain if you fail. That would be a shame; I was just starting to like you.”
    “Well, then, I can’t die on you yet, can I? You’re the only friend I’ve got.”
    Oleg’s eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror. He scrutinizes me with a frown, as if trying to decide what’s changed since I got in the car. He’s always been like that, monitoring my every move, trying to read my thoughts.
    I reach into my bag and pull out a long, blonde wig. After I slide it onto Anastasia’s head, I adjust it to make sure it looks natural. “Yeah, you can do this. After all…you’re a fucking serial killer. Consider it just