Merciless Hunter (Dark Syndicate 4)

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Olivia

“Eat. I promise you it taste good,” Aiden says holding out the fork to me with a piece of chicken dangling from it.

Chicken he cooked.

He made it Russian style with feta cheese and vodka. The man actually cooked dinner for me and here we are again sitting at the table acting these like people who are…

I don’t know what we are, but when we’re like this I find myself sucked into the game.

I lean across the dinner table, open my mouth and he puts the chicken in.

Irina’s cooking is amazing and reminds me of my mother’s, but this is something else.

The chicken taste so succulent it opens every taste bud in my mouth.

“My God this is amazing,” I tell him.

“Yeah?”

“Yes, who taught you to cook like this?”

He chuckles and serves me some of the chicken and vegetables. “Ilya.”

“Ilya?”

“My senior bodyguard. Baldy,” he smiles with a wink and while I know who he means I’m shocked.

Ilya doesn’t seem like a man who can cook this well.

Like most of the other guards Ilya hasn’t spoken to me. I’m more wary of him than Maksim, but that could be because he was the one who captured me that first night.

“Wow.”

“Yeah I know. My mother was killed when I was a child, and my father got Ilya to take care of me. He literally became mother and father to me and taught me everything you need to know in life to survive.”

I’m amazed he’s sharing so much.

“He sounds special to you.”

When I say that he gets a faraway look in his eyes like he’s thinking of something really important.

“Yeah. He is.” He blinks and focuses on me again. “So tell me about this book of yours. You’ve been plotting for days now. I want to hear what happens to the Russian mob boss.”

“Do you?” He must know I made that up, but it seems like he wanted to change the subject.

“I do.”

“The Russian mob boss met a woman and started feeding her. That’s the story.”

He leans on to the table. “Was it because he was obsessed with her ass?”

“No, it was because he was an ass.”

“I’m not an ass. I just like yours. A lot.”

I narrow my eyes. “Are you always like this?”