Dirty Desires: Interracial Russian Mafia Romance - Page 54

And now you’re sniffing around Ava. Be careful Akiva, I won’t be as nice as my mother or Grigor.

There were whispers that Akiva had made friends with the Solntsevskaya Brotherhood, probably seeking their protection from any future problems. Perhaps, it gave him that false bravado he’d shown in the hallway tonight. The Solntsevskaya were not on the level of the Bratva, but still they gave us a run for our money. In their way, they were a powerful Russian clan involved in arms trafficking, money laundering, prostitution, high-level fraud, and legitimate business. But Kazimir would crush them without any thought.

No one will save you, Akiva. Do you understand?

My murderous rage ceased, when Ava’s dressing room door opened.

“Misha!” She peeked out, rushed to me, and then pulled me into a hug. “Thank God. I thought you left.”

“No way. I figured you needed some private time with your grandmother.”

She leaned away. “Do you have any idea how happy. . .how. . .Misha! Thank you. Thank you so much.”

I knew my face held a silly grin. Only Ava could do that to me. “I love making you happy.”

“Oh my God.” She held me tighter. “Please tell me all the ways I can make you happy, and I swear I will do it. Anything. Any way. Name something you want. Something you need. I want to spoil you too.”

I groaned at the thought. “Don’t worry. We have time for all of that.”

“Tell me.”

“Wait until later tonight.” I held a wicked smile. “I’ll tell you exactly what I need.”

Chapter 14

Misha

Jacqueline and I waited outside, as Ava changed.

When she left her dressing room, my cock jerked, stretching my pants. Clearing my throat, I placed my hands in my pocket to adjust it. I’d barely gained Jacqueline’s trust. The last thing she needed to witness was my sinful displays of lust for her granddaughter.

But how could I control myself?

Ava wore white and gold. She was a heavenly sight to behold. Silk so white like the purest cocaine and just as addictive too. Gold beads lined the bottom and decorated the split which rose to her upper thigh. The top of the gown seductively dangled from one shoulder, exposing that lush cleavage and hugging her waist. She was styled like a Grecian goddess and I was ready to get on my knees and serve her. Had her grandmother not been around, I would’ve taken her back in that dressing room and bent her over the vanity table.

Paralyzed from her beauty, I stood there, unable to speak.

“So, what does everyone want to do?” She curled those red painted lips into a smile. “We can go to dinner. My treat.”

That made me laugh, giving me the ability to move again. A woman would never pay for my meal, but especially not her. Ava was to be spoiled. If she had to reach her hand into her purse, then I wasn’t doing my job.

Yawning, Jacqueline slowly shook her head and gave Ava a hug. “Baby, I’m worn out. That trip here was too much.”

Tension gathered in my shoulders.

“I’m going back to my suite and getting some rest.” Jacqueline hugged her.

Disappointment covered Ava’s face. “Are you sure, grandma?”

“Yes, baby.”

Apparently, it had been a long day for everyone. Jacqueline had been kidnapped, tied up, and put on a long flight. Hours later, she discovered she was in Russia. Add the fact that she’d seen the most memorable moment of her granddaughter’s ballet career and she had to be too exhausted to eat dinner.

Ava had also done a lot today. I surely tired her out this morning, the Vogue Paris interview had worn her out, and then the performance drained the rest of her energy.

For several minutes as we headed out to the limo, Ava tried to get us all to agree to some sort of dinner. Undoubtably, she was only running off the night’s adrenaline and excitement for her grandmother’s surprise visit.

None of us were having it.

Ava walked Jacqueline to her limo.

I remained behind to give them some space. It was good that I had the foresight to order us another limo.

From the shadows, Maxwell appeared with red eyes along with one of my guards who was clearly high too.

I raised my eyebrows.

Maxwell got to my side. “Sorry, man. I hotboxed your guy. He may need a night off. Regardless, dude should not have a gun right now.”

I frowned. “Thanks for that.”

“Sorry. Seriously.”

I gestured to Ava and her grandmother. “Fine, Maxwell. Take him back to your suite with you, along with Jacqueline.”

Maxwell held a wicked smile. “Sure. I got you. I’ll tuck Mrs. Jones in.”

I raised my finger. “Walk Mrs. Jones to the door and then say goodnight. That’s it.”

“Of course.” Maxwell held out his hands. “It was just a little light joke for the night.”

My frown didn’t disappear.

Maxwell straightened his expression. “Everything is looking good in the hood, man. Are you and the grandmother straight now?”

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