Finding Yakov (1)

Angelica

Fergus must have made a deal with the devil and refused to fulfill his end of the deal. The world was certainly against him.

It wasn’t usually easy to spot a Bratva boss and find a way to get close to them but Yakov was different. He hated Fergus so much but although Curtis was the latter’s son, Yakov frequented Inferno. He also happened to be one of Heston’s acquaintances—I would call them friends but there was no such thing as friendship in that iceberg’s dictionary.

At least something good came out of Heston. The following night was Curtis’s night too so I asked to tag along with him now that Nana had left. He looked happy to bring me along, which was a relief. When I got changed, however, he groaned in frustration.

“Did I do something wrong?” I glanced down at myself.

He pulled me up against him. “How the hell do you expect me to get any work done when you look like this? All I want is to push you against the wall and tug down your dress to feel those beautiful boobs.