The Cleaner (Born Bratva Book 4) by Suzanne Steele Read Free Book Online

It’s good to have friends who have your back. That’s what makes this so hard. Karen was one of my best friends, you know? But thanks, I appreciate the reality check. I don’t know if it’s gonna help me sleep at night, but I know I’ve gotta keep my head in the game if we’re going to catch this guy. He’s an animal so we’re going to track him down like an animal.”
    “You got that right. Hey, why don’t you take one of the K9s home with you? Then you’ll feel safe enough,” he chuckles, as if it’s the answer to all her problems.
    They continue to laugh about police dogs and mysteriously moving toiletries as they stroll down the sidewalk. I follow close behind, seething at their self-righteous comments. Ramsey has a lot of fucking nerve talking about having friends. She has no idea what the word even means. She proved that to me a long time ago.
    When they head inside to order their fancy coffee, I chuckle right along with them, because those two morons just laid out the perfect plan for my next kill. I’ll show her exactly how it feels to be treated like an animal. Yes, I think a little demonstration is in order.



Chapter Fifteen
    Nikita
    “So Dad’s interested in establishing some new business ventures. The legal kind.”
    Unlike the completely illegal maneuver my fiancé is undertaking as she picks the lock on the dead cop’s apartment door. Nobody can pick a lock like my baby. I remember her dad giving her the kit she’s using right before he died. Hell of a gift to give to a kid, yeah, but we put it to good use during our childhood by picking every locked door we could find in the mansion. Occasionally that didn’t go over too well, of course. Some doors are locked for a reason.
    She glances up at me, her eyes twinkling. No doubt she’s amused because we both know my father has never done anything legal in his life. Hell, he even secured a wife under duress, although everyone agrees that it worked out well for all concerned.
    My mother and father are devoted to each other beyond all reason, and my father basks in the intellectual superiority of their offspring. (His words, not mine.) He is still a vigorously healthy, relatively young man, but I think he’s increasingly aware of the passage of time. Let’s face it, even the Pakhan can’t elude death forever – no matter how god-like he is considered to be within our cell. Not that my father would ever go completely legit. Then again, my father can do anything he puts his mind to.
    “Nobody else knows but me,” I tell her as she gently manipulates the lock, “so don’t breathe a word of it.”
    “All your secrets are safe with me, you know that.”
    “All of them?” I tease. It’s true, Natasha has been my priest of sorts, my port in the storm. We’ve always shared our deepest, darkest secrets with each other.
    Watching her tiny hands manipulate the lock has me remembering how those same hands were working my cock only hours ago. This is no time to be sporting wood, but I can’t take my eyes off her fingertips as they roll over the end of the small pick she has inserted into the lock mechanism, searching for the perfect angle. I remember exactly how those fingertips felt as they rubbed slick streams of pre-cum down the length of my shaft--
    “Every last secret of yours is sacred to me, Nikita,” she murmurs, interrupting a perfectly good wet daydream in progress. It’s for the best, though. This is hardly the time or place for a hard fuck, but I’ll be sure to treat her to one later tonight.
    “They always have been,” she continues absently as she closes her eyes and frowns as she bites her lip, listening for the telltale click that signals success. “Ahh, bingo,” she says with a gratified sigh that does nothing to help me tame the beast in my pants. 
    She turns the door knob with a gloved hand, which reminds me to put mine on. I have no intention of making a rookie mistake by leaving physical evidence behind. My father