Chicago Bratva

Chapter 2

Maykl

MayklSomeone’s knocking on the Kremlin doors. Technically, not my problem. The doors are locked—it’s past business hours. It’s approaching nine at night, for f**k’s sake.

But I have the video feed running in my room–because I take security at the Kremlin very seriously, and this one doesn’t look like she’s going away.

She’s hunched against the wind. The full-length woolen jacket wrapped around her is big, but it doesn’t disguise how slender she appears.

She raises her gloved hand and raps on the glass. “Pozhaluysta.” I can’t hear the word, but I see her lips form it.

Pozhaluysta.Blyad’. She’s Russian.

Blyad’I’m up and out of my chair in a heartbeat, palming a pistol that I tuck in the waistband of my jeans. I shove my feet in a pair of boots and get on the elevator to go down to the front doors.

I see my share of crazy s**t here. I saw when that band kid tried to knock the doors down a month ago to get in. I knew he was here for Nadia, and I also knew Adrian wouldn’t approve, so I didn’t even bother answering the door.

As it turned out, Nikolai let the kid in.

I’ve had to field an aggressive visitor for that mudak, too. Chelle, who is now his girlfriend, nearly climbed me like a tree when I tried to throw her out. I guess her brother has a gambling problem that Nikolai helped her out with.

mudakI open the door and stare at the pale-eyed beauty looking up at me. Her eyes are ice blue, and her lashes and brows a light blonde.

She takes in my tattoos and the width of my shoulders and swallows. “I am Russian,” she says in our mother tongue, ducking her head submissively. “I was told I would be welcomed here.”

Fuck.

I grunt and open the door to at least let her in from the cold. “Told by whom?” I demand in Russian.

She gives a name I don’t recognize.

“What do you need?”

She pulls off her winter cap, revealing a head of pale blonde hair that falls in layers to her shoulders. She’s young, but I get the feeling the submissive act is just that–an act. There’s a steely determination behind her eyes that makes me cautious.

“My name is Kira. I just arrived from Russia, and I need a place to stay.”

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