Dancing For The Badman (Russian Bratva Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
Ziven watches me, dipping his chin in silent encouragement. I chance one last look out at the front of the house before I press send, looking for any sign of Kirill. If he would just show up unannounced, then I could abandon this foolhardy mission. “Here goes nothin’,” I murmur. The phone rings and rings, before sending me to voicemail. I don’t think I’ve ever been so glad to have been sent there in my life. I close my eyes as the greeting finishes and then I speak. “Ryan, it’s Tatyana. I need to meet with you. I’m ready to talk. I need you to come to the club I’m working at now. Please come by tomorrow night. I can’t have Kirill find out I’m meeting with you.” I rattle off the address before I press the end button. My voice was shaky and I was nervous as hell. Hopefully he’ll think it was for other reasons completely, and not because I do not want to ever see him again. “You did good,” Ziven compliments. “Thanks,” I shrug, feeling anything but victorious.
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