Indulgence: A Russian Mafia Romance (Grekov Mafia Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

me a glass of scotch. “As agents, we sometimes have to do things we wouldn’t normally do in our regular lives. Often, these things will leave a bad taste in our mouths. That’s part of working undercover. I’ve been there myself… many times. If you’re not ready for this, we can back out now, but it sounds as though he’s taken an interest in you. That’s a good thing.”
    “I just... it was so...” I shrugged. “I don’t even have the words.”
    “You’re green. That’s why you’re perfect for this. The first mission is always the hardest, but you will do fine. Just remember why you’re doing this and keep things in perspective.”
    Nodding, I let those words play in my mind on repeat, hoping they would give me the strength I needed to be a strong agent. Of course, I didn’t tell the director everything. There was no way I was going to tell this man – a man I respected and looked up to – that I was on fire from head to toe for a criminal, wanting Nikola to ravage my body in ways that were possibly illegal in some states. No, I would keep that tidbit to myself.
    I knew how Nikola made me feel… and I could use that to my advantage. It was a cold hard fact that had bile rising in my throat but it was the simple truth. He made me hot, and he knew it. Hell I knew it too. That might make it easier to get close to him, easier to find out what I needed to know. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes, letting the time with Nikola flash behind my eyelids. I gritted my teeth. How could something so wrong feel so right? My eyes flew open as a new thought suddenly entered my mind. “Oh shit! I left my credit card at the bar.”
    “You could go back to the bar and retrieve it… or simply report the card as lost,” Green said. He shrugged. “Just remember that card isn’t your real credit card. It belongs to the fake you.” He nodded his head towards the door. “Go get some rest, Corsica. You’ll need it.”  
    And with those final words, I stood up and headed back to my apartment.
     

CHAPTER SEVEN
     
    Nikola stood outside Indulgence, bathed in the dim streetlight as he watched the yellow cab speed away. He had faced many types of people in his rise to power within the Bratva. From Boyevik-a warrior to Sovietnik-councilor for his father, the pakhan, nobody he had ever faced had dared to walk away from him. Women especially found themselves submitting to him, unable – unwilling – to resist his authority. This woman, however, had done just that. When it was clear what he wanted, instead of yielding, she ran away, and now he stood watching as she disappeared in the glare of a taxi’s taillights. He had been shocked by her reaction, slow to react. He had barely made it out of the club in time to see her ride away.
    He turned quickly on his heel and headed back into the club, approaching the bartender that he had seen serving Corsica to learn what he could about her. He knew it probably wouldn’t be much, but he already had her name. It wouldn’t take much information to find her. She had enticed that long-dormant predatory hunger inside him, a hunger that no woman had ever been able to deny, much less walk away from without batting an eyelash. She hadn’t even acted like the choice to walk away was difficult. She intrigued him greatly. Nikola rarely lost control of himself but this woman had brought him to his knees, in a manner of speaking. He wanted more. The fact that she ran from him only excited him further. He loved nothing more than the thrill of the hunt and consuming his prey.
    “You,” Nikola barked at the bartender. “The woman that was sitting here a few moments ago. What can you tell me about her?” He noticed how the bartender stiffened at the sound of his voice. Power. His was absolute… except for with this intriguing woman.
    “Never seen her before, Mr. Grekov,” the man said, not meeting Nikola’s gaze. “But she left this, sir.” He slid a credit card across the