Page 52 of Black Sheep

“They’re mine. They’ve always been mine. They love me,” she snaps, once again ignoring everything I just said.

“I understand. If you could just get them to drop me off on the mainland, then I promise you’ll never see me again,” I tell her.

She blinks at me, like I’ve confused the hell out of her, but Vik comes back carrying a pair of sandals before either of us can say anything else and she immediately starts picking up the half-eaten tray of snacks and the glasses.

“Stop,” Vik orders. “Leave the water.”

Putting the glass back on the table, she scurries away with the tray.

“I told you to drink all your water,” he says, raising his brow tauntingly.

“Tanya and I were chatting.”

“Oh really?” he says, sitting back down beside me and lifting the glass of water to my lips.

Opening my mouth, I drink the rest of the liquid and when I’m done, he lowers the glass to the table, leaning forward and capturing my lips with his. I don’t kiss him back, but he’s still smiling when he finally pulls away.

“Come on, the beach is beautiful,” he says, sliding the sandals onto my feet and then taking my hand and gently pulling me up.

“You don’t want to know what she said?” I ask.

“Oh,I saw the entire conversation on the cameras,” he tells me, clearly not concerned.

“She really wants you. If I end up poisoned, it was her,” I snark.

“Don’t worry, Lev is dealing with her,” he assures me.

“He’s not going to kill her, is he?” The words come out of my mouth so easily, that my feet stop moving.

“What?” he asks, stopping and turning to face me.

“You’re not going to kill her, are you? I wasn’t actually trying to get her to help me escape, I was just being a snarky bitch because she wasn’t listening to a word I said.”

“Calm down, Baby. No, we’re not going to kill her. Like I said earlier, she’s basically family.”

“Oh,” I breathe shakily.

“But when your ass is a little less sore, we’ll have to deal with you breaking the rules.”

“It was a joke,” I protest.

“I’m not sure your ass will think it’s that funny.” Smirking, he turns around, tugging me along behind him.

I absolutely, one hundred percent, should protest this whole, do as I say or I’ll spank you thing, he seems to think we’re doing now. But honestly, I’m so fucking confused about how I feel about anything, that going along and doing what I’m told to do is easier than accepting who I am and why I’m here.

I’m all for justice and good prevailing, but when it comes to the Mafia, is anyone truly good? It certainly doesn’t seem so. These three men kidnapped me, they plan to use me to help them infiltrate the Russian Bratva and then destroy them from the inside out, all because their families,who were also Bratva, were kicked out of the clubhouse and have been searching for revenge ever since.

But if Dimitri, Viktor, and Lev are the good guys, then where is the good/bad line in the sand. Dimitri openly admitted that they poisoned the man they believe to be my father. Vik just confessed to murdering a man who harassed me on the street, and none of them looked even slightly perturbed when Dimitri told them he’d offered me the option of him either killing the guard I stupidly flirted with, or allowing Vik to punish me.

If murder and mayhem are what the supposed good guys in this scenario do, then how bad are the bad guys?

I’m just an almost homeless girl from Georgia, I’m not equipped to deal with this much drama.

“Where are we going?” I ask, slightly out of breath.

“I already told you, we’re going to the beach.”

“Why?”