As the girls freshened up and rested, he headed downstairs to face his father. He knew the Pakhan would be unhappy that he had brought, not one, but two women into the family home with Katya there.On his way down the hall, Katya appeared before him, “You will not cheapen our union by bringing a harlot to bed. I won’t have it,” she growled pressing a long sharp nail into his chest. “Do you understand me? My father will not stand for it!”“You know nothing,” Sergei said, bluntly. “Get back into your room before you make a grave mistake.” He stalked away, shaking his head. The sheepish girl he had met the night before was gone, but the daughter of a pakhan baring her claws didn’t surprise him. She had grown up in a mafia household and knew full well how things worked. She had him by the balls… and she knew it.Taking a deep breath, collecting his thoughts, he pushed open the sliding doors to his father’s study. Ivan sat at his large oak desk, the look on his face telling Sergei he already knew that two young girls had accompanied his son home.“What the hell were you thinking, Sergei?”
