Used by the Russian Mafia Boss: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance Read Online Free

forgotten what happened to Katya. I haven’t slept with the enemy. I have learned that Rustikov’s daughter doesn’t believe her mother’s death was suicide. This could be a bonus for us. If he’s guilty of her murder, it will weaken him with the other leaders.”
    “We already know he is weak,” Anatoli spat. “He is a coward and a liar. What other proof of his cowardice do you need? I say kill the woman and deliver her body to her father in pieces. That will get his attention.”
    Ivan gave a grunt of approval. Unfortunately if Anatoli gave an order like that, Ivan would eagerly comply without a moment’s hesitation. But Dimitri wasn’t sure that was the best way to go. For now he needed the girl alive. And he refused to imagine that he might have other, more personal reasons for his feelings on that subject.
    “For now you will both leave her alone,” Dimitri ordered. There is nothing to be gained by jumping the gun and murdering her before the time is right.”
    “As long as the time is eventually right,” Anatoli muttered.
    ***
    Toni paced back and forth in the suite she was apparently to occupy while she was a “guest” in Dimitri’s home. The room was pretty enough. She almost had to wonder if the guy had a lot of female guests. The pale wood furniture and frilly duvet definitely didn’t look like something one would use for a male guest. The four poster bed was drowning in tasseled pillows and there was actually a little set of steps provided just to climb into the massive bed.
    The real question was what did she actually know about Dimitri? She was still reeling from his disclosure that her father had supposedly seduced his sister. Toni stopped pacing and stared out the window. A tiny sliver of moon hung in the sky. The city lights drowned out any stars and it was impossible to tell what might be on the outside of that impenetrable wall that surrounded Dimitri’s property.
    There was a knock at the door. She expected it to be Mrs. Urevich. The woman had gone to see if she could find any clothing that might fit Toni. “Come in.”
    Behind her she could hear the door open, and the heavier footsteps of a man as opposed to Mrs. Urevich’s light tread. “Are you comfortable enough?” Dimitri’s question sent an odd thrill down her spine.
    She shouldn’t have cared about him. He was a means to an end and nothing more. Taking a deep breath, she searched for her sense of logic. “I’m fine, thank you.”
    There was a strange pause, almost as if he were trying to decide if she should speak or not. “I should tell you to stay away from my brother, Anatoli.”
    “You should or you are?” she wondered out loud. Turning, she offered him a frown. “I don’t understand.”
    “He doesn’t approve of my plan to keep you here,” Dimitri explained.
    Toni gauged his body language. The tension in his muscles, the way he kept his arms crossed over his chest. The man looked defensive. She could guess why. “Anatoli thinks it would be better to kill me and be done with it. Correct?”
    “Yes.” His eyebrows lifted as if he were surprised by her insight. “He isn’t convinced there is any leverage to be gained from keeping you alive.”
    She shrugged. “He’s probably right.”
    “Is that so?”
    “Yes.” Toni thought it over a moment. “If I was going to take Anatoli in order to teach you a lesson, I would either beat him within an inch of his life, or execute him and then return him to you in that condition.”
    “You would do these things?” He sounded doubtful.
    She gazed at his dark eyes. His pale hair fell boyishly across his forehead. She longed to reach up and brush it away though she could not have said why. The man didn’t appear very approachable. His expression was closed, and his lips looked hard and unyielding. Perhaps it was the challenge she craved. This man would never give in simply because she was a woman and he was a man. If he ever let down his guard and let her in, it