Sasha & Andriena #1 (Lovers & Sinners) by Marita A. Hansen Page B

face hidden from sight.
    Sasha’s father
stepped into the room. “Where are my sons, Marina?” he asked, his voice
sounding disembodied.
    Two men followed him
in, wearing identical black cloaks. One removed a gun from his pocket and aimed
it at Sasha’s mother. Sasha clamped a hand over his mouth to stop from shouting
out.
    Appearing
unconcerned, his mother stepped closer to Sasha’s father. “You won’t have me
killed, Nikolai. You still love me.” Smiling wickedly at him, she ran her hand
down his body, slipping it between the folds of his cloak.
    He grabbed her wrist,
making her cry out. “Your seductions won’t work on me,” he spat, flinging her hand
away from him.
    Looking in pain, she
grabbed her wrist and backed up, stumbling as he advanced on her. Sasha’s nanny
pushed in between them, attempting to protect his mother, but got shoved aside.
His father continued to advance on his mother until she was flush up against
the bookshelf. He lowered his head to her, his cape still hiding his face.
    “Where. Are. My. Sons?”
he growled, his voice deep and threatening.
    “You’re not getting
them, you lunatic.”
    “Says the woman who murders
her husbands.”
    “It’s called divorce.”
    “Divorce is signing a
piece of paper, not sticking a
knife in a man’s back or lacing his wine with poison. It’s a good thing I
decided to divorce you instead, cyka .”
    “I wouldn’t have
killed you.”
    Sasha’s father cocked
his head to the side. “What makes me so special?”
    “You’re an invincible
bastard. And if I did kill you, you’ll climb right back out of Hell and drag me
down with you.”
    “How about I send you
there now? Unless you give me my sons.” He removed a knife from his cloak and
placed it to her throat. “So, what will it be, Marina? My sons or your life?”
    “It’s too late,’ she
said, her voice breaking. “I couldn’t give them to you even if I wanted to.”
    “Why?”
    “I sent them to my
brother,” she lied, although Sasha knew she was going to. Yuri was probably
waiting in the car for him, getting ready to leave.
    Sasha’s father lowered
the knife, his voice sounding upset, “You choose to send them to that evil
bastard instead of giving them to me?”
    “Because he’ll
protect them from you.”
    “And who’ll protect
them from him?”
     
    ***
    Something pressed
against his back. Sasha opened his eyes, realizing he’d fallen asleep. He
glanced over his shoulder, finding Andriena lying behind him. She leaned
forward and kissed him on the cheek.
    He shot off the bed
and jumped to his feet. “What the hell are you doing?!”
    She patted the mattress.
“Lie back down,” she slurred.
    His gaze went to the
carafe, which was empty. “You drank the lot?”
    “It tasted so good.”
She patted the mattress again. “Hurry up, I want to hug you, you’re warm.”
    “No fucking way,
woman, so get off the damn bed and go back to your corner. You had my food and
wine, you could at least let me sleep.”
    She shook her head.
“Nine-hundreds of the law.”
    “It’s nine-tenths and,
again, get off the bed.”
    “Nope, it’s mine now.
I have it, and if you want to use it too, lie next to me.” She held out a hand.
“Come on, I’ll warm you up like I did when you first came.” She laughed,
hiccupping at the end. “Not came came, I meant when you got here.” She
hiccupped again. “Though, if you want me to make you come, I will.” She pointed
at his crotch. “You’re hard again. You’re always hard. You must like us
Donatelli devils.”
    He covered his crotch.
“I don’t like you, and you’re drunk.”
    “ Sì. I’m very, very drunk.” She giggled. “And you do like me,
otherwise you wouldn’t have given me your food.” She held out her hand again.
“So, come here and give me cuddles. Despite you being a grumpy bum, I like your
body. It’s hot.”
    “No, and don’t ask
again.” He moved to the closest corner and sat down, angry with her.
    She