“What about him?” I ask.
“Before we move forward with the arrangement, you’re going to clear a path for us using your very special talents.”
I rub my hands together, a smile spreading across my face. “Does that mean what I hope it means, Uncle?”
He gives a quick nod. “You will handle Vigo for us.”
“But what will Ivan Volkov say? He’s never going to be okay with anyone taking out his number one.”
“Fuck him,” Uncle Boris grunts, bristling as he continues to stitch the wound. “If Volkov wants his cut of what I’m gonna offer, he’ll have no choice but to deal with it. It’s time for me to take over as Ivan’s fucking golden boy. And you’re gonna help me do it.”
Chapter Three
Anya
Two Weeks Later
“Enough of the Little Miss Innocent bullshit, sweetheart. This dick ain’t gonna suck itself.”
I force a smile, even though I’m practically choking on bile at the thought.
Still, my disguise is perfect.
He has no clue who I really am.
Vigo Kosolov reaches out and grabs one of my boobs, which is dangerously close to the neckline of my low-cut dress. I level him with a stare as he fondles it with the grasp of a man who never bothered to learn how to properly pleasure a woman.
Well, fuck him.
Looks like I’m about to do the entire female population a favor.
But there’s no way on this fucking planet that I’m serving him.
Vigo is absolutely one of the most vile men I’ve ever encountered. He sticks his dick into anything with legs, and preferably only those below the age of twenty. He takes advantage of young girls, addicts them to drugs, and then pimps them out for cash…cash he can pump into his underground casino. The illicit business he’s built in Brooklyn has made him wads of money.
It's why the big boss, Ivan Volkov, keeps him in power.
And I’m so excited to finally knock him off this throne.
I grit my teeth, the tense conversation I had with my uncle a couple of weeks ago looping through my mind. We’d just gotten home from that standoff with Vigo, and all of the memories of that horrific night had bubbled to the surface again, threatening to spew out at any given second.
The night my brother died.
The night he was murdered.
I tuck a strand of dark brown hair behind my ear, gripping his legs and pushing them open in a way that has him frothing at the mouth. He has no idea who I am under the wig, the makeup, and the clothes.
He will soon enough.
Before the light goes out in his eyes, I want him to know who’s responsible.
I inch closer to his stubby cock, which is barely hard since he’s high as a kite on drugs…drugs that don’t belong to him.
Drugs he stole.
Drugs he’s been stealing for a while.
The bastard is selling them, too, and skimming the profits. And Volkov has no idea he’s being robbed blind.
But the big reason why I’m here tonight isn’t to make him pay for screwing over his boss and the bratva.
It’s to make sure my uncle has a clear path to execute his master plan, the details of which are still under lock and key. I have to trust that he will tell me everything I need to know when the time comes. Blind faith sucks, but it’s all I have right now.
The first part of the plan…my part…is to make sure Vigo gets what’s coming to him, that the slimy, thieving bastard is exterminated.
Permanently.
And I’m perfectly positioned to slaughter.
I run my fingernails down the front of his beefy chest, trying not to gag as he thrusts his hips toward me. A quick glance confirms that my lips will not come anywhere near that shriveled up, old ass dick.
My knife, on the other hand, will definitely make an impact.
Talk about him getting the biggest possible bang for his buck.
Ha! Pun so intended.
I posed as a hooker to get in here since I can’t take a chance that someone will recognize my face. This hits way too close to home, and if I’m spotted, it will bring hellfire to my doorstep.
I’ve already lost too much.
I won’t risk my uncle’s life.
And I also can’t take a chance of being outed.
“Suck it, bitch. I don’t got all night to play cat and mouse with you.”
“Oh yeah?” I say in a sultry voice, sliding closer. “What else do you have to do tonight? I thought for sure you’d only be doing me.”
I knew just where to go and how to dress to make sure he picked me out of the crowd of girls just waiting for a chance to get fingered by the legendary Russian gangster.
They don’t realize I’m about to do them a huge favor.
“You’re a hot piece of ass, but I got business to take care of,” he grunts, grabbing me by the back of my head and forcing my face between his thighs.
I yelp at the sudden force, and a flutter of panic explodes in my belly when I realize my wig has slipped from its pinned position and is now hanging off the side of my head.
Dammit.
I wasn’t planning to do this just yet, but…oh well.
Plans change.
More specifically, plans go up in fucking smoke with the snap of a finger, just like everything else that’s good and perfect.
And just like that, realization seeps into his pock-marked face.
“Anya,” he growls, clutching the armrests and pushing his body to an upright position. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing here? Did your fucking pathetic uncle send you here?” He reaches out and grabs me by the throat. “Or are you just hard up for cash, because nobody wants to work with either of you?” He pulls me closer, hissing right into my face. “You know your uncle is a fucking has-been. It’s just a matter of time before someone drives an ice pick into his heart and tosses his ancient body into the New York Harbor. If you need money, I can take care of you. I got a lot of clients who’d pay plenty for a taste of that pussy if you wanna work for me. It's the only way for you to get anywhere in this life,” he grunts, grabbing my boob and squeezing it hard.
Okay, really? Is he trying to milk a goddamn cow right now?
I force a seductive smile, ignoring the fact that he’s got his grubby hands on me. He’ll never get a chance to put them in me, that’s for damn sure.
“Tell me about how you can take care of me,” I murmur, fluttering my eyelashes at him. “How much can I make?”
He chuckles. “Depends. How tight is that pussy?”
I avert my eyes, trying like hell to appear demure when really I want to hurl all over him.
He lets the wig fall to the floor and grips the back of my head, pulling me toward him. “You a virgin?” he hisses.
“Y-yes!” I yelp as he fists my real hair harder.
Another sinister laugh escapes from his lips. “Well, then, I’m gonna have to give it a test run to make sure you know what you’re doing. I can’t charge top dollar for a bitch who doesn’t know how to fuck.”
The knife strapped to my upper thigh is pressed tight against my skin, my fingers itching to grab it and plunge it into his chest.
But first…
“I can do whatever you want.”
“Oh yeah,” he mutters. “You fucking will. Now start by taking my cock in your mouth, or I’ll kill you and your uncle!” When he swings the palm of his hand against the side of my face, I lose my balance, cursing myself for not seeing that coming. The side of my face is on fire from where one of his ridiculously gaudy rings catches on my cheekbone.
Oh, he did not just do that!
I grit my teeth and he smiles, his yellowed, gapped teeth flashing in the dim light of the room we’re in.
“How does it work?” I gasp in a desperate voice, ignoring that he just bitch-slapped me. “You’re right! We’re broke! Vigo, please, I really need the money, so what would I have to do?”