Distrust (Smirnov Bratva Book 1) by T.l Smith Page A

vodka, forcing it down to the very last drop. When I place it back down, I look up and stare at Freya.
    She smiles shyly. “Was it hard?” she asks reaching out her hand to touch my shoulder. I’ve told her what it feels like to be with Elina. She understands that she won’t hold a candle to her. Elina could be the devil, and I would still want her. Fuck, she could be God, and I would corrupt her any chance I could. That’s just how she is, that’s just how we are.
    “It’s not ended, Freya. She told me so.”
    Her nose does this cute thing where it scrunches up.
    “And boss man has no will power where Elina is involved. Trust me, I know,” Anton chips in making things more uncomfortable as usual. I stare at him and he shrugs his shoulders opening up the other bottle of vodka, taking a drink and trying to get Viktor to have some.
    “You need to. You don’t even know her last name. Have you thought maybe she’s trying to deceive you, that possibly she isn’t who you think she is? What if she works for the Italians? What would you do then?” she asks. I can feel the anger that takes hold, Viktor jumps up straight away and moves the fastest I’ve ever seen him move in a long time. He’s now standing in front of me, with Freya behind him, his hands are holding her back.
    “Viktor,” I say, calming my voice.
    He looks down at my hands, and when I do, I realize I’m squeezing them tight. I have fists ready to use if need be, and he knows this. I shake them out and see Anton smirking with his head in his hands up on the bench smiling and watching us.
    “This was becoming so interesting, best bonding day ever,” Anton says clapping his hands, pushing the vodka bottle to me. I catch it just before it slides off the bench. Viktor walks back around, sits down in his seat and snatches the bottle out of my hands and downs the lot, leaving us empty. He just realized what he did, and how I could hurt him for it. Which I won’t, he just saved me from killing my future wife, who I happen to like in some ways. Would be a shame to bury her, for now anyway.

Chapter 12
    Kazier
    “You weren’t. You weren’t going to hurt me then were you?” a stunned Freya says after walking away and coming back with another three bottles of vodka, handing one to each of us. She’s shaking slightly when she places mine in front of me.
    “I was…”
    She shakes her head and grabs my bottle and starts gulping it down. When she starts coughing as she’s drinking, I take it from her hands. “Don’t drink yourself to death,” I say.
    “I’ve been drinking vodka since I was ten, Kazier. Half a bottle won’t affect me. The same can’t be said for you.” Snatching it back from my hands, she begins to drink the remaining amount. There’s no way her body can consume that much vodka and not make her fall on her ass when she’s done. She’s way too tiny—the size of an early teen, a young teen. Fuck! Who knows? She’s just tiny. I’m pretty sure I could wrap my hands around her waist, and my fingers would touch. She needs to eat more. Just as that thought leaves my mind, she walks to the fridge and pulls out a basket full of chocolate. Tipping it upside down making the chocolate scatter everywhere she says, “I eat this all day. I love it.” She picks up a bar and chews on it. The alcohol has affected her, she may not be shitfaced, but she’s at the very least tipsy.
    Anton’s arms reach out, ready to snatch some up when she slaps his hand hard. “I want some chocolate, woman.” He tries again and she smacks him harder. Just as she’s about to speak, a loud bang rings through our ears, smoke starts drifting in under the door from the foyer. Viktor and Anton stand straight away like they both haven’t just finished off a bottle of vodka like it had no effect on them what-so-ever. Both pull their guns from their pants and walk toward the door.
    I turn to Freya. “Find your cousins, stay with them.”
    She shakes her head.