Free Vasily's Revenge: The Complete Story (The Medlov Men Book 1) by Latrivia S. Nelson

strides were long and powerful, and they all moved with unwavering purpose. She almost felt as though she was running through the hall or at least moving a jogger’s speed to keep up.
    Nearly every 50 feet down the long corridor she saw a guard, dressed in the same type of black suit, tactical gear or jeans. They all had tattoos and accents, and a look of clear loyalty and devotion. That was normal in a situation like this . But what was odd, unique, was the way that all of the men interacted with each other. This was their home, their place in the world. They all seemed to regard it as such and as a result, she imagined, they took on a role of protector that meant a great deal more than just someone who was paid to do a job.
    Her heart pounded in her chest as she sat on the brown leather sofa in the elaborately designed and extremely masculine study – a room big enough to fit over half of her home.
    Anatoly poured each of them a glass of vodka at the bar in the far corner of the room, while Vasily reviewed all the monitors on the other wall, leaving her to her thoughts.
    Did Vasily think that she looked pretty anymore without all the diamonds, designer clothes and expensive hair weaves? Did he think that she looked dramatically older or heavier? She had picked up a few pounds since the baby. No doubt that he was surrounded by beautiful women now, many of them vying for his complete attention.
    She berated herself quietly for even caring as long as he kept her safe, but she couldn’t help it. She wanted him to see her, but more than that, she wanted him to feel the same thing that she felt for him.
    Pulling her hair back behind her ear, she tried to catch a glimpse of herself in the oversized mirror across the room without being too obvious. When she saw herself, she instantly wished that she hadn’t. She didn’t have on a smudge of lipstick from biting at her lips in nervousness. Her eyeliner was smudged from crying, and she was sure that she needed a bath.
    Sheesh , tonight couldn’t be worse.
    In all the uproar back in Mississippi, she had forgotten to freshen up. At that moment, it was life and death, but now that she was at least a little safer, reality was starting to creep in.
    It was too late to fix up and cover up. He’d seen her at her worse.
    He probably thinks I’m some charity case , she thought to herself. The idea of such a thing tugged at the strings of her once-fortified pride. Sure, she didn’t have money, but before tonight, she still had her pride intact.
    Anatoly walked over to where she was sitting on the leather sofa and passed her one of the three tumblers gripped between his fingers. “Do you like vodka?” he asked. “Sorry, I didn’t ask before I began to pour.”
    “Sure,” she said, taking the glass. Before he could turn around, she downed the contents and hissed. “Can I have another?” she asked, bucking her eyes at the burn.
    Anatoly smirked and turned back to her and gave her another glass. “Rough night?”
    “The roughest,” she replied sincerely. “I haven’t had this much to drink in years.”
    “Well, this situation definitely qualifies as stressful,” Anatoly said, looking at his watch.
    The closed door flung open and a guard came in followed by Dmitry, now dressed in a pair of jeans and t-shirt. As he walked in, Vasily stood up from his chair and went rigid. Lilly, on the other hand, wasn’t sure what to do. Should she stand? Shit , should she kneel? Who was this guy?
    Dmitry walked over to her and offered a hand. “Hello,” he said with a warm smile. “You must be Vasily’s Lilly.”
    Lilly was beyond shocked. This mountain of a man was Dmitry Medlov? His inhuman perfection was almost vulgar. Not only was he tall, muscular and tan, but also blonde and handsome, he had an air about him that made her feel that he was truly royalty of some sort.
    She couldn’t help but smile. Placing her small hand in his, she shook it back. “I am,” she said, proud of the