Dancing for the Badman (Russian Bratva Book 3) Read Online Free PDF Page B

before his lips touch mine and his cock enters me in one swift thrust of his hips.
    We made love. It wasn’t fucking, it wasn’t just sex, it was passionate love. That was the moment we conceived Kiska. I loved him with all of my heart and soul.
    I knew he was my love, just as I had professed. What I didn’t know was who and what he was at the time. When I found out—and it wasn’t from him, but from an FBI Agent—I ran scared.
    If I could take that back, I would.
    If I could go back to the time when I was his moyo zolotse and he was my love, I would in a heartbeat.
    I would take back the past ten years and I would go back to him.
    Maybe we wouldn’t have worked out, but at least I would have known that I gave it all that I could, instead of running scared and giving up.

 
    I DON’T SLEEP.
    I can’t.
    I make Kiska a big breakfast of pancakes, bacon, and eggs. When she sleepily rubs her eyes as she walks out of her room, she stops dead at the sight of me in the kitchen cooking. Her dark hair is all messy and matted, her eyes tired and focused on me. She looks exactly like Kirill when he’s first waking from sleep. It’s been a while since I have seen him that way, but some things you never forget.
    “What’s wrong?” she asks as I plate her food and place it down on the table.
    I busy myself with my own plate before I motion for her to sit.
    “I need to talk to you,” I say.
    I want to assure her that nothing is wrong, but what the hell do I know? I can’t tell the future, and this Kirill that I met last night—he scares me.
    “You’re not sick are you?” she asks, furrowing her brow.
    I almost laugh, but instead I shake my head and wrap my hand around hers before I explain.
    “You remember how yesterday you said you wanted to meet your father? You wanted me to contact him?” She nods but doesn’t say anything. “He has found us. I only talked to him briefly last night, and today, while you are in school, we are going to discuss some things that are long overdue. But he would like to meet you after school,” I blurt out, unable to pause or even slow down my words.
    “Really?” she asks with a smile on her face.
    “Really,” I nod.
    “Wow. Will he like me?” she asks. It breaks my heart. Shatters it completely.
    “ Kiska !” I practically shout. Her head snaps up. “He will love you, wholly and completely. He already knows about you and is very anxious to meet you. He wanted to this morning, but I wanted to make sure you have plenty of time to spend together, so I asked him to come after school.”
    “Really?”” she breathes.
    “Really. Now eat up and get ready for school. Today is going to be a fantastic day, my Kiska girl,” I grin. She returns my grin with a bright, blinding smile. I love it.
    I walk her to school, as I do every day. Except today, she is practically running there. I can tell her excitement is above and beyond anything she has ever felt before, and I’m so happy for her. I am. I’m scared for myself, the way Kirill was last night—he’s unreadable. But for Kiska— for Kiska I am ecstatic .
    On my way back home, I feel as though somebody is watching me again. Instead of being scared, I’m pissed off. It has to be Kirill, and it angers me. Especially since I specifically asked him not to do that last night. I have had no sleep, I am stressed out, worried, and freaked . He really should not fuck with me today.
    “In a hurry?” A deep voice asks, stepping out from beside my building. I jump slightly before I realize that it is Agent Green.
    “What are you doing here today?” I ask as my eyes dart around, looking for any sign of Kirill.
    I don’t want Agent Green to know that he’s found me. I haven’t figured either of them out yet. I do know that Agent Green has some kind of hard-on for Kirill, and I don’t trust him. Not in the slightest. He’s like a snake, a poisonous snake, lying in wait, ready to strike, and I have a feeling he’s waiting for