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wishing she’d gotten stuck sitting next to sexy-as-hell-broody Vadik.
    Broody or not, she would totally snuggle that to avoid knocking her teeth loose in this bone-chilling cold.
    “Do they not have a heater in this thing?” she grumbled under her breath.
    “We’re almost there, Andi” Niko chuckled. “You poor spoiled Texan with your two weeks of half-ass winter.”
    “Don’t start with me. I seriously can’t feel my face right now.”
    A snort of laughter came from the seat in front of her. Stone-cold-badass-assassin was laughing at her? Really?
    The sudden urge to slap the back of his head shot through her arm, but she refrained. He might not take well to her treating him like she would one of the guys back home. Something told her he wasn’t used to ever being told how to behave.
    Maybe the big Russian guy would melt as she got to know him. Most people did. She hadn’t met anyone yet who could resist her cheer for long.
    “My sister’s place is right up here. I already called and told her we were coming,” Niko said. “We’re dropping you off and then I’m taking the rest of the team to see my Uncle Janosz.”
    “I don’t get why we can’t all take a pit stop at your sister’s,” Maggie hollered from the front.
    “Because this is my uncle’s neighborhood. No one goes anywhere or does anything without asking permission first—especially the family. We’re lucky he said I could leave these two with Natalja, usually he wants to meet all visitors.”
    “Weird,” Maggie muttered.
    “That’s the Polish mafia for you,” Vadik said, his voice very calm and relaxed for how much new and unusual information he’d absorbed over the last couple hours. He was handling it quite well in Andrea’s opinion.
    “You really are a mobster,” Luther said, more of a statement than a question.
    “I just have a big controlling family,” Niko retorted.
    “You’re a Lupesco, yeah?” Vadik asked.
    “Yes. But you’re Russian, what would you know about my family?”
    “I know about everyone’s family,” the big mercenary answered quietly.
    Niko harrumphed loudly on the other side of Dani, and Andrea couldn’t help but smile for a second. Men were always trying to outdo each other, no matter where they were from.
    “Cabby, stop there in front of Hot Curls. The one with the pink canvas overhang.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    Vadik opened the side door and Andrea gasped for breath. She’d thought the inside of the cab was cold, but that gust of wind threatened to cover her arms in a thin layer of ice. Her breath puffed out in front of her, a frosty cloud of doom. She had the uncanny feeling that she’d be uncomfortable for the entire time they spent in Chicago.
    Niko climbed out with Dani ahead of her. Luther offered her a hand and she stepped out of the taxi onto one of the grimiest smelly sidewalks she’d ever seen. Mounds of shit-colored snow had been shoveled to one side or the other and the road was filled with more blackened snow. Or what used to be snow.
    “Welcome to Pulaski Park. Make sure you stay with me, or with Nat, when you’re outside,” Niko added quickly.
    Andrea shivered and stepped a little closer to Vadik’s broad back. His chest cut a swath through the icy wind threatening to turn her into an ice sculpture.
    “Wait here. We’ll be right back,” he told the cabby.
    “Yes, sir.”
    The group followed Niko into a hair salon that looked like it could’ve been a stage prop for an old 70’s TV show. Nice wood floors, but the rest of it was covered in bevel-edged mirrors, coral and white retro wall-paper, and a set of two pink hair dryers sat in the far corner.
    Holy crap.
    “Natalja!” Niko shouted.
    Andrea was expecting a blonde with a frizzy perm to poke her head out from the back room, but had to take a double look when a dark-haired, curvy woman, barely taller than Maggie appeared in sight. She was rocking some sexy red lips and her almost black hair was slick and straight, up in a