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Whoops, any dick who goes near our sister will end up in the dirt.
Loch laughs, jostling his twin. “She’s joining a convent, don’t worry.”
“What is convent?”
“A place for nuns,” Sire answers Sasha’s worry. “You know, for women who marry God and don’t have sex.”
“Pft.” Grant scoffs. “That’s not what I heard.”
“Mama!” Sasha protests, her dark brows shooting up. “You send me to convent?”
Mom throws her hands up. “You boys, quit getting your sister all riled up over nothing. No one is sending my daughter anywhere. You’re staying here, safe with me and my guards.”
“Can’t keep her locked up forever,” Sire warns.
“Trust me,” Nash adds, eyeing Loch. “It’ll backfire, and she’ll fall in love with her bodyguard.”
“Can we get back to this meeting?” I twist my neck, eager to get back to Vivian waiting downstairs. “We need a plan.”
“Clearly, it’syourkidney.” Grant grins. “You’re the biggest buck of us all and his true blood. Buzz, buzz, brother. You’re going under the knife.”
“It’s not that bad,” Sire assures me.
“It’s not happening,” I answer.
Loch fumes, “Then how the fuck do we get rid of Ruslan and kill Sheremetev? We’re supposed to make a deal.”
“We will,” I reply, mirroring Axel, leaning forward with my elbows on my knees. “He’s not getting my kidney; it’s not what he really wants.”
Axel snarls, “I don’t give a fuck what he wants.”
But I search Axel’s glacial eyes, knowing how they can melt for love.
I scan all of my brothers, my sister, then my mother and decree, “Ruslan wants our forgiveness, and the deal is… he’ll get it.”
“Forgiveness?” Sire cocks a skeptical brow at me. “You sureyoucan give it?”
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
VIVIAN
“Oh my god.”I suck my straw, having a way-too climactic experience with my drink. “What is this called?”
Lucy smiles as she polishes glasses. “A fizzy banana. It’s a frozen mocktail with coconut milk, seltzer water, cherries, and a banana. You know, perfect for a sex club.”
“It’s so delic—.” I grab my skull. “Oh, no. Brain freeze.”
“Put your tongue to the roof of your mouth,” Lucy suggests, grabbing a glass and filling it with water. “And drink this.” She slides it down the gleaming bar. “Anything warm will stop it.”
“Thanks.” I wince, waiting for the skull crush to end.
I just wanted something to drink so I’d have to pee. Guess that’s good enough. Sliding off the clear, acrylic barstool, I grab my camera bag. I’ve been here before, so I aim for the restrooms, telling Lucy, “Be right back.”
She waves, turning to focus on restocking glassware.
Pushing the black, padded leather door open, I find the ladies’ room empty and immaculate. It’s so Nadine, with a lavish art deco design, featuring jade walls and a black gilded ceiling. Gold fixtures, jade basins, and crystal chandeliers. There’s even a seating area in the center with blush velvet chairs.
I set my bag on one.
