Page 31 of Sexting my Bratva Daddies

“Good morning, Sir.” Peyton’s smile widened, her eyes going soft.

I matched the grin. “Good morning, Miss Stirling. Have I missed any messages?”

“Not this morning. But it’s still early.” Her voice had a huskiness to it this morning, and I’d bet my left nut it was from how much she begged and screamed last night.

Viktor was on a mission to make all of her fantasies come to life, and she kept creating more. Especially ones that ended with us teasing her mercilessly. She loved the chase, the climb to the climax.

My cock hardened just thinking about it. About her.

“Have a wonderful day.” I sauntered past her desk, not slowing as we shared a look. My smile turned wicked, one side lifting in that way she’d said made her stomach flutter.

She pressed a hand to her belly and rolled her eyes.

Yes. We definitely needed a dress up and have a ‘fuck the secretary’ scenario soon.

Until then, work demanded my attention.

I settled in my leather chair and turned on my computer, inputting the password I changed every other day.

Seconds later, after scanning the incoming shipments, I let out a loud curse, my fist thumping the desk hard enough to rattle the stack of folders next to my mouse.

I stormed into the hallway. “Hold my calls.”

Peyton’s eyes went wide, the phone she held to her ear dropping an inch before she caught it and returned it to its place. “Yes, Sir.”

I was starting to understand Viktor’s obsession with that phrase, but it would have to wait.

I marched to the end of the hall, knocked once on Leo’s door, and barged in.

Viktor stood three feet away from the desk, his hands clasped loosely behind his back. “The investment has a significantly high potential.”

Leo nodded, ignoring me until he and Viktor concluded their conversation.

I let their words swirl over my head. They knew all about that sort of thing. I never would. Didn’t care to know about investments. I cared about security and keeping what we had under lock and key.

Finally, Leo flicked his fingers in my direction. I used to hate when he did that until I learned he wasn’t being dismissive or trying to make me feel insignificant.

It was his way of showing that I had his complete attention. I straightened my shoulders and lifted my chin, adopting the military precision that had been hammered into me and ignoring the bite of anger flooding my blood. “We have a situation with Anton Pravchenko.”

“What now?” Leo’s brows puckered. He smoothed the line away with a press from his thumb.

I ground my teeth and pinched my inner wrist to keep from exploding. What I wanted to say rearranged itself into clear, concise words. “The last shipment of drugs we were smuggling in has been compromised. I have no doubt it is Anton’s meddling. The signature is the same as last month, the missing shipment taken at the exact same hour.”

Leo stood and moved to the window. Unlike his father, Leo took his time before choosing an action.

Viktor and I waited. It was all we could do. Yes, we were the triad, and it took all three of us to keep the place running as it should, but Leo held the final say. He was the one we looked to for decisions of this magnitude.

Could I go off on my own and pound Anton’s men into the ground to prove a point? Yes. But I would only do so under Leo’s orders.

Leo locked his arms behind his back and stared out the window for several moments. “Do you know who is taking them? The exact person responsible?”

“No.” I shook my head, though I doubted he watched my reflection in the glass. “I have been looking, but so far, they have evaded me.” I felt the weight of that settle deep and cold in my stomach. I’d failed Leo in this one thing, and I hated myself for it.

Finding one man should not be so difficult.

“Anton is up to his usual games.” Leo turned and paced to his desk. “As head of the rival Bratva, I expect nothing less of him, but this grows tiresome.”

It was not the first or even the dozenth shipment Anton had stolen from us.