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“I’ll have my lawyer come down and see you. He’ll be escorted by some of my guys just to make sure you don’t pull some bullshit. If you try and disappear, I’ll track you down like a dog and put you down.” Kirill presses the barrel against his forehead harder and leans toward him. “Don’t fucking try me, Aamon. You won’t like the outcome and you sure as fuck won’t be saved by Mikhail.”
Aamon curls his lip, but he doesn’t argue. Either he knows this is a battle he won’t win, or he really thinks Mikhail will have his back and will make this right.
Too bad we know Mikhail is a piece of shit who wouldn’t cross the street to help his own mother let alone Aamon. He sure as fuck won’t step in to prevent this sale from going through.
Kirill stands over Aamon as the rest of us start to move toward the entrance to the VIP area so we can go home.
Home.
My body yearns to wrap around our wife. She centers me and gives me a sense of peace I’ve never felt before.
“And Aamon,” Kirill drawls, “don’t forget to run to Mikhail and whine to him about all your problems like a little bitch.”
Before he gets the chance to respond, we’re already gone. It doesn’t take very long for us to finally step out into the night air. I can breathe a little easier now. By the time I wake up in the morning we’ll own Pulse.
“You could have at least winged him,” I point out to Kirill, more than a little disappointed about the lack of bloodshed.
“No need for blood,” Oaklynn’s voice is breezy as she pats my chest. “For a man like him, this will be worse.”
I know she’s right, but Aamon got away with saying way too much to our woman. His time will come eventually. I’ll make sure of it.
CHAPTER 14
OAKLYNN
The ride home is quiet. The lack of chatter doesn’t bother me, it feels safe, like a buffer between everything that went down at Pulse and the sanctuary of home. And there is a lot to process about what happened at Pulse.
Those bitches who thought they could touch my men? They’re lucky they are still alive. I’ve never killed someone, but it was so fucking tempting. I almost allowed the need for vengeance to take over.
It would have been a mistake though. Those women weren’t acting out of their own needs, wants, and desires. They were acting on orders.
I can understand that, but it did nothing to stop the haze of red that descended when I saw the way they were trying to entice my husbands.
The fact that I trust my men saved them, along with the way Aamon had my skeeve-o-meter going off like crazy. He’s slimy as fuck.
No one was surprised when he revealed his link to Mikhail and the Morozov Bratva. A place like Pulse is the perfect place for unsuspecting women to be targeted.
The biggest concern is how they operated within the shadows for so long. If there was an electronic link to be found, I have no doubt that Huck would have found it. The fact that he hadn’t already is concerning.
But now Pulse is out of commission. My men will own it within a few hours and then it’ll become a safer place. I’ll make sure if it if I have to, but I know my men will already be all over it.
When I step into my room, I can feel my men at my back and know they all need to be close tonight. I’ll be surprised if I’m able to go to the bathroom by myself. They’re on edge, but I understand why.
Aamon got away with saying a lot of vile shit to me. They wouldn’t have allowed it if they weren’t trying to give him enough rope to hang himself, which he did. Still, I know it’s not settling well with my men.
They’re more of the pull the trigger first and fuck the questions kind of men. Holding back when Aamon was being a complete dickwad had to be difficult.
I’ll be rewarding their restraint soon. But first I need to peel myself out of these leather pants.
“Pulse is yours,” Kirill’s words have me spinning around to look at him, my mouth falling open in surprise.
“What?” My eyebrows furrow together as I ask, needing clarification. Or to just make sure I’m not dreaming.
“Pulse is yours,” he repeats himself simply.
His dark eyes are twinkling with amusement, but they turn molten as his gaze drags down my body and then back up to meet mine. His appreciation for my outfit is written all over his face, but I’m sure I could wear a sack, and my men would stillwant me. It makes me feel like a fucking goddess which is still taking a little getting used to.
“The club?” I shake my head and laugh softly. “I don’t understand. Why would you give me Pulse?”
