The idea didn’t scare me as much as it once had. Russian guns were coming into America one way or another—better we controlled it than someone like Ralavich. We could at least do it with the minimum of bloodshed. Once we controlled the whole supply, there’d be less need for in-fighting. And I’d persuaded Vasiliy to introduce my no guns to gangs who employ kids rule—it was a small victory, but at least it let me know we were heading in the right direction.
“Oh, you know how to handle us, do you?” I asked.
In answer, he pushed me up against a wall. Dammit, we were still just about within sight of Roberta...although, she was looking quite distracted. I looked back at Luka, feeling myself rapidly getting lost in those fiery, ice blue eyes. I could feel my breasts pillowing against his muscled chest, the hard bulge of his cock pressing against my thigh….#p#分页标题#e#
“Oh, the hell with it,” I muttered. And kissed him.