ROMEO - DEATH & MAYHEM a spectreverse short story [book R]

Chapter TWO

Lovey O'Riley

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Anatoly's carved brunette brow furrows and his chiseled features twist in handsome outrage as he rises to his feet to tower threateningly over me.. Tall and powerful in his muscular form, with his broad strapping shoulders drawn back to a confident posture, a double barreled chest puffed and heavenly hazel eyes ablaze with righteous fury, the Bratva Prince really is every bit as gorgeous as I'd heard though whispers on the street.. Perhaps even more so..

Maybe we come from different districts, him from the 616 and me from the 757.. Maybe the alliance between our organisations had been contentious at best and volatile at times, and sure I'd been taught to never trust the Russians, but that isn't enough to keep me from admiring this one.. The most beautiful boy I've ever seen..

Anatoly Ivanov is sexy in every language I know, and delicious in every sense of the word..

When my dad, River O'Riley, had mentioned that he required a debt collection at the casino called 'Beat Na Pont' in the Russian regions of the southside, I had been the very first to raise my hand for the task.. Of course I had, I am the most efficient and loyal of his confidants.. But also, I wasn't about to miss the opportunity to see for myself what the newest member of the Brotherhood had to offer.. Now that Anatoly Ivanov stands before me, I am most pleased with the outcome.. The man is panty-meltingly hot and all I can think about is forcing him to his knees and putting his clever mouth to work..

I wonder what he would look like on a leash, tethered in chains, begging like a sweet little puppy dog.?

What an adrenalizing prospect..

What a tempting challenge..

My fingers curl in excitement at my sides and The Russian Prince barely has the opportunity to take a single step closer to me before all six and a half feet of my burly bodyguard, Xi Lin, is in his face, cracking his dragon inked knuckles and aching for a brawl.. Xi rarely gets to see any action since my dad assigned him to me, mostly because I prefer to collect debts in the most painless way possible, through charm and honeyed diplomacy.. But that doesn't mean I won't cock a pistol, crack a whip, or get my knuckles bruised if I have to..

I am more than capable, with or without Mr Xi's assistance..

"Now now boys, let's put our wee-willies away and settle this like gentlemen.." Slowly, at my own leisure I rise to stand in my high street stilettos, posting myself between the men as they size one and other up over my shoulders.. "Mr Ivanov, I gave ye' the courtesy of a six month grieving period, out of respect for your father, but the clock on my goodwill is running out.. Ye' have inherited his casino, and so ye' have inherited his debt.."