“True,” I chuckle, agreeing with the man.
“This might be a little far-fetched, but when you go on these meetings . . . do you have any way of recording their faces?” Bianca asks, taking a sip of the white wine in front of her before she takes a bite of her fire grilled salmon.
“Of course. We’re not novices, and if someone does fuck us over I love to return the favor. Rest assured, I’ll get some video clips of his face at different angles and send them to you.” Christian tells her.
“Do you have a name for him?” She asks next, really digging in for the information.
Christian laughs, “Jesus, you’re just like you’re mother. I like it. But I suppose all the women in your family are like this. Katya is just as nosey, maybe even more so.” Christian is talking about Mariana’s older half-sister, Katya. They shared the same mother. The entire situation is more fucked up than anything I’ve ever heard. Apparently their mother was trying to save herself so badly that back in Russia she sold her three children so she could give herself a new life. She ended up marrying Mariana’s father, and then had her. Karma showed up when Mariana was a teenager though, claiming her mother’s life. I don’t think Mariana or her father deserved what happened to them, though. “I can’t remember his name, but, I’ll get that to you. It was something weird. Kro, something. Now let’s all relax a bit and have more drinks and food. We are friends, so let’s act like it.”
I grab my glass of tequila and raise it, toasting to friendship as Christian goes on a tirade. For a split second I glance over to Bianca, catching her look at me, certain this woman will end up in my bed tonight, quivering underneath me while I pump my cock into her.
Chapter Ten
Bianca
“Was last night good?”
Her question pulls me back in to reality. “Sorry, what?” I ask, practically stammering. It’s like she knows what I was doing in that elevator, and then back at my place . . . all night long. He left this morning asking where we stand, and I don’t know. Things are so fucking complicated, and add in my father trying to be the mafia matchmaker and shit is just . . . dandy as can be.
“Your meeting last night, did it go well?” my mother asks, sipping her morning cup of coffee.
“Oh, yes, it wasn’t bad. Christian has a guy who he thinks might be worth looking into. We’re just waiting on everything to be sent to Stefan. I’m sure he’ll update you when he has it.” I tell her.
“Sounds promising. Hopefully he delivers.” She mutters, flipping through the magazine in front of her. I’m sure it’s some sort of high fashion one. She’s always ordering designer dresses these days, but I suppose you like to look that way when your worries aren’t as bad as maybe they should be. Hell, even the Italians have more worries than we do, but it’s because they’ve pissed off everyone and their freaking mother.
“I’m sure he will.” I mutter finishing off my black tea with honey.
“You’re supposed to be meeting Mircea today, aren’t you?”
“Yep, what a joy that’ll be.” I grumble, rising from my seat. “I’d better get going, so.”
“Okay, well . . . I’ll let your father know you’re off to see Mircea.”
“Yeah, so you can report back to Cupid himself?”
“Very funny,” she cackles with an amused grin.
I head out to the car where my driver is waiting. He already knows to take me over to the hotel Mircea has been staying in since arriving in New York a couple weeks ago. I’ve been spending time with him to amuse my father, to make him think like he knows what he’s saying, to give the illusion I’m following the forsaken road he’s determined to put me on.
But newsflash, I’m not.
The door is opened in the back of the SUV and I get inside, tilt my head on the back of the seat and shut my eyes, breathing in and out slowly. I need my game face now more than ever, because I doubt Mircea Lazar thinks his childhood victim is going to come marching in, telling him what’s what.
The ride takes about ten minutes before we’re there, and my men park the vehicle in the garage attached to the hotel. They escort me in today, courtesy of my father giving them orders that all Clan heirs need to be watched. He’s slowly growing more concerned about whoever’s behind Anton’s death coming after people. Most of the Clan members have been hiding children, which sounds awful, but in reality it’s not. They’re only trying to protect our future, and I don’t blame them for it.
The elevator takes longer than I thought it would and my armed guards don’t allow anyone else in the elevator with us, getting quite a few judgmental stares from patrons of the hotel. When we finally get to the floor, I go straight to Mircea’s room and bang my fist on the door.
Charged footsteps can be heard from the other side and he yanks the door open, revealing a flustered, aggravated look. “Bianca?” He almost sounds surprised.
“Yeah,” I hiss, looking to the two men beside me. “You both can stay here while I deal with this,”
“I thought we were meeting for dinner?” He questions, leaning against the wall with a smug look on his face.
“Yeah, not happening. This isn’t a date, Mircea. As a matter of fact, we haven’t been on any dates. So don’t get things twisted.” I turn around, and head for the couch.
Out of nowhere I’m grabbed from the back of my neck and his lips come crashing down onto mine. My body collides onto the couch with his over top of mine and he holds a godlike grip on my throat, kissing me with passion, ferociousness, and need.
I’m so lost
