Midnight Poison (Zarkov Bratva #2) Read Online Penny Dee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Zarkov Bratva Series by Penny Dee
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Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
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“So you’re angry at me for wanting to fuck you, and angry at yourself for letting me?”

Her eyes shoot laser beams at me. “Yes, I’m angry at you. And yes, I’m angry at me. And since I can only get away from one of the two people pissing me off right now, I’m leaving.”

I don’t exactly know what I am expecting from her right now. Her leaving is probably a good idea. But going by the knot in my chest, that’s not what I want.

Because you want her, you fucking fool.

Just admit it and put this sorry bullshit behind you.

But instead, I let my hurt do my bidding for me. “Well, by all means, feel free to come back and get your fill from me whenever you want.”

Her eyes and mouth widen. But she slams her mouth shut and slays me with a glare. “Fuck you. This was a mistake, one I won’t be repeating.”

“Until you’re horny again.”

“You —”

“I know, I’m an asshole. But I’m an asshole with a big cock and I know how to use it to make you come over and over again. And I’m only too happy to do that, anytime, day or night.”

Her jaw tightens. I’m hurting her, and I can’t stop, because damn, nothing hurts like the woman you love leaving you, and the monster it awoke is an ugly, miserable beast, and is angry as fuck.

Who fucking knew I was capable of feeling this way. Not fucking me.

Her eyes narrow. “I won’t be your fuck buddy, if that’s what you’re suggesting.”

She turns to leave, and I feel like a jerk.

I don’t want her to leave. “This is all I’m capable of right now.”

She fixes me a look that could melt glaciers. “Well, forgive me if I feel I’m worth a little bit more than that.”

And she storms out, slamming the door behind her.

38

LEV

The following morning, I take large strides along the hospital corridor on my way to Igor’s room. Half an hour ago, I got the phone call to say that he was awake and sitting up, and I left for the hospital the moment I ended the call.

When I reach his hospital room, the relief I feel when I see him propped up against the pillows and eating the ice cream Enya is feeding him is more immense than I can describe. It’s like a part of me can goddamn breathe again.

They’ve removed a lot of his bandages, and the color has returned to his face. Apart from a few scrapes and bruises, he’s looking good.

I hover in the doorway.

He sees me, and when our eyes meet, I wonder how the hell I am ever going to make any of this up to him.

Enya sees me and puts down the ice cream. “Look, pakhan, he’s awake, and look how strong he is.”

Igor gestures me over to him, and when I reach the bed, he holds his hand up for a goddamn fist bump.

So I goddamn fist bump him. “You look good, my friend.”

He manages a small smile. “The doctors say I will get out of here within a week.”

“Then I’ll make certain you have everything you need when you do.”

I know his rehabilitation is going to take some time. But I will put everything in place to ensure he receives the best treatment.

He turns to Enya, who is smiling brightly. Her eyes have finally lost the sheen of worry, and I can see the love and affection in them when he takes her hand. “When I get out of here, we’re moving in together,” he says.

Well, I’ll be damned. My giant friend has finally found his queen. It makes me happy, and I’ll make sure they want for nothing. “That sounds like a very good idea.”

The door opens, and Brooke walks in carrying a tray of coffees. I haven’t seen her since she stormed out of my office yesterday afternoon. She stalls when she sees me and then quickly moves toward Igor and Enya where she makes a point of handing out the coffees.

Last night, during those dark hours when everything seems so much worse, I was tempted to visit her in her room. To apologize for being an ass. To beg her to tell me she didn’t rat me out to the feds. To tell me she didn’t leave because she doesn’t love me. Because I’m fucking in love with her and damn if it’s the hardest thing to stop doing, especially in the middle of the night when I want her next to me in my bed.

But I didn’t, because some things are best left unsaid.

“You should get some rest,” I say to Igor. “I’ll come by tomorrow.”

I give Enya a wink but avoid making eye contact with Brooke as I leave the room.

But if I thought I was getting out of there without speaking to her, then I was mistaken. As I head toward the elevators, she calls out my name. I turn around and watch her walk down the corridor toward me.



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