Page 63 of Twisted Hearts

Viktor’s jaw is clenched tight as he glares at the card before he turns to eye Yuri and me.

“I call for a vote—”

“And we will have one, Abram,” Yuri growls. “But not today. We’ve already agreed on a second vote a few weeks from now.”

The younger Diduch looks like he wants to start shit again, but then just glares at Yuri and settles back in his seat.

“Now,” Yuri sighs. “In line with the Council code, we need to figure out how to work with Marko’s people to ensure the whole Kalishnik empire doesn’t implode. One, because Marko’s our friend. But also, purely from a business perspective, if his organization goes up in flames, we’re all going to get burned.”

* * *

It’shours later when we finally adjourn the meeting. On the plus side, it was productive. Yuri reached out to Anatoli, one of Marko’s most trusted captains and the obvious person to make decisions within the Kalishnik ranks, and we hammered out some assurances to make sure the Kalishnik organization doesn’t go up like the fucking Hindenburg. Luckily, Anatoli is fiercely loyal to his boss.

When we’re done, Ilya and Lukas invite me out for a drink, but I shake my head and mutter something vague about needing to catch up on some work shit.

The truth is, what I really need to “catch up on” is hearing Eilish’s moans in my ear as her pussy milks the cum from my balls.

I texted her hours ago, during the meeting. Twice.

She hasn’t responded, not to the “Be available to come over tonight” first one nor the “Answer me” second one.

And now I’m pissed.

I want to punch myself in the face for calling her. But I do it anyway, as soon as I get into the back of my Range Rover. It goes to voicemail.

Both times.

Goddammit.

I’m stressed, and I’m pissed. Which means I’m pent up. Which means I want release. And the only release I seem to be able to get—or even want—these days is fromher.

I glare at the screen as I hammer out another text.

Me

Where the fuck are you

If she’s trying to ignore me, she’s just slipped up. Because I see the three telltale dots appear to indicate she’s typing before they disappear again.

Me

I saw that.

Eilish

And?

Me

Come to my place. Now.

Eilish

lol

No.

My lips curl into a snarl.