Ford: The Dudnik Circle Book 1 Read Online Free Page B

Turning, I see Ford’s phone on the bed. I snatch it up and dial my second-in-command. It takes two rings for Afon to pick up.
    My voice is steady. “Details, Afon. Now, dammit.”
    I listen as he debriefs me while my heart is ripped apart. My eyes that were fixed on Ford close as I struggle to remain grounded. Swallowing hard, I reply, “I’ll be there within the hour.”
    I throw the phone on the bed. After rubbing both hands down my face and then up into my hair, I look up at both of them. “My brother and another one of my men were killed. I need to get back and get a handle on it. I… it’s… fuck.”
    Spinning around, I face the wall to get by the fucking lump in my throat. I hear faint footsteps before strong arms pull me back against a hard chest.
    With his head on my shoulder his words are barely a whisper. “This thing went from bad to worse. I shouldn’t have…”
    Turning around in his arms I shake my head while I place my hands on his chest. “Turn of events. My brother isn’t…” Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath before I continue. “He wasn’t a patient man. That’s the reason our father passed the leadership to me. Besides that… Filippov ordered the hit on my brother. He’s behind the car exploding and with that marked himself as the guy I’m going to kill before this day is over. Now, I either need to borrow your car or you can drive me to my house because I need a change of clothes before I go on a killing spree.”
    “Could someone tell me what the fuck is going on here? Why does this chick even know about Filippov or the Rybin Gang or what-the-ever-loving-fuck-Boss?” Yegor’s voice rings out.
    Ford doesn’t take his eyes off of me when he answers, “Yegor, meet Tarzan. Angel, this is Yegor, my right hand.”
    Looking around Ford’s muscled body, I meet Yegor’s gaze. “Yeah, kinda figured you were his right hand. Nice to meet you, fucked-up circumstances aside.”
    “Tarzan’s got a cunt?” Yegor says in awe.
    Ford turns and with that takes me with him. “Watch your fucking mouth how you speak about my woman.”
    “Yeah, about that? That’s the same dick statement that is to blame for the car bomb that killed my brother just now. Fuck this. This shit is the fucking reason why I don’t meet with anyone. I am my own woman, leader of the Rybin Gang, and very capable of handling my own shit. Now give me your keys.”
    Ford tightens his arms around me when I attempt to push away. “No.”
    “Fine, stick the keys up your ass. I’ll walk. Now loosen your grip or feel my knee squish your balls, Slick.”
    The smart man drops his arms. “Get my car ready, Yegor.”
    My eyes follow Yegor as he leaves the room and closes the door behind him. Ford walks to the closet and grabs a few things before tossing them on the bed.
    “Put those on.” He turns and grabs himself a pair of black jeans and a black shirt.
    Seeing I have no bra or panties, I slide the sweatpants up my legs and tighten the cord around my waist. When I’ve put the shirt over my head, I hear his voice.
    “Filippov wants you?”
    Ford is standing with his arms crossed in front of his chest, legs slightly parted, shoulders back and his eyes fixed on me. He’s standing his ground and demanding answers. Just like I would if the tables were turned. I know I won’t get rid of him that easily, and to be honest… I don’t know if I want to. The thought of the orgasms only he gave me come to mind and it’s a done deal.
    “Yes. Ever since he got my brother drunk at a high-stake poker game, where that dick told him I was the head of Rybin, he’s wanted me. Actually, he demands me. As you know, we’ve build a great reputation for getting things done. My father was a big part of it and since his son wasn’t capable, he gave that task to me. Well, technically…he’s my uncle but he’s been a father to me for years now. Just like Nico, my cousin, is like a brother to me. Nico was fine with his father’s