Page 2 of Pucking Snowed In with the Enemy

He swore in Russian, and I narrowed my eyes at him. “Cancel your meeting. We have one of our own to attend.” He turned around and marched for the door before he stopped and looked back at me. “Savannah Freeborn is FBI, so you better start caring and quick.”

Father marched out, and I sucked in a deep breath. “Well fuck.”

CHAPTER

ONE

NATHANIEL

Iliked this hotel. Some of the older ones in this area smelled like they were wet all the time, and the odd room stunk of cat piss. Not a great combo when you wanted a hot fuck, but I wasn’t one to turn down an opportunity to get laid. I just wasn’t that picky. I had three rules concerning sex: I never fucked the exes of my family or friends, even if they were broken up, I never paid for it, and I never spent the night. Considering I owned four of the hottest strip clubs in all of Cali, and I happily took thirty percent of anything extra they made if they chose to make it a very happy night for the customers, it was a bit hypocritical of me. Yet, I didn’t fucking care.

One of the things my father taught me when I was young was don’t shit where you eat. It was a simple philosophy that I didn’t really understand until I got older and made that mistake, but once was all it took for me never to do it again. It was a shame she had to die.

I tapped the top of my glass before taking a sip. Glancing up, I watched the woman I was here to see. She was talking on her phone as she grazed on a salad and polished off her third glass of wine. Color me impressed that she didn’t look at all affected by the large quantity of alcohol she’d consumed.

A group of men who looked to be here on business sat at a nearby table. They were getting loud, and by the looks they were giving Ms. Savannah Freeborn, one of them was going to make a move.

I sized them up with a single look—all boardroom stiffs, rich but not playboy rich. Four of the seven guys were married, yet all but one had taken off their rings when a group of women came in. Now, the girls were sitting on their laps, and more than one of them was going to get lucky tonight.

Cheaters pissed me off. My father cheated on my mother all the time. To this day, he acted like it was his right to do whatever he wanted because it was an arranged marriage, and he never loved her. My mother was too proud to shed a tear in front of us kids, but I saw what it did to her as she looked after the five of us while he went out every night with different mistresses. I had many reasons to hate him, but that was number one on my list.

One of the guys pretending not to be married got up and walked past me to get to the bathroom, and I suddenly needed to take a piss. Downing the rest of my drink, I followed him. He hadn’t even got his fly down when I grabbed the back of his head and smashed it against the wall.

“Fuck,” he yelled as blood smeared on the white tile.

Yanking the asshole back, I took his feet out from under him and shoved him face-first into the urinal.

“Get off of me, help,” the guy tried to yell, making me laugh as his lips moved against the drain.

He swung at my legs, but it was easy to tell that the fit look was all for show. He didn’t have a clue how to fight. I smashed his face again into the porcelain, and he shut up as a dazed look filled his eyes. I reached into his pocket and pulled out the wedding band I’d watched him slip off, then tossed it in front of his nose.

“The next time you decide you want to fuck around on your wife, I want you to remember this moment and what a real man thinks of you,” I growled, close to his ear. “Now, hold still, or I’ll slit your throat.”

Letting go of his head, I unzipped and pulled out my cock. He closed his eyes and whimpered as I pissed on the side of his face, but he did as told and didn’t move.

Stuffing my dick back into my pants, I went over to the sink and washed my hands before looking at the piece of shit that hadn’t moved.

“I don’t think I need to tell you that if you say one word to anyone about me, I will hunt you down, and whatever family you’re lucky enough to have will only see you again in a coffin.”

Feeling better, I headed to the bar and found Savannah off the phone, but one of the other guys from the table had finally gotten up the nerve to go over and speak to her. She was doing the typical girl thing, smiling politely, while her eyes yelled fuck off.

This was not fucking happening. This douche bag wasn’t ruining my night. I walked across the room and could see the others at the table watching from the corner of my eye.

“Thanks for the offer, but I’m not interested,” Savannah said.

“Come on, don’t be like that. We’ll have a good time.”

“I said no.” Surprisingly, she hadn’t pulled out a badge yet, but maybe she was hoping not to have to go that far and expose who she was.

I gripped the guy’s shoulder and smirked when he looked at me. His wide, drunk grin disappeared as he stared into my eyes. He looked at the hand on his shoulder with the massive silver rings and then back at my face. I knew he would try to act tough, not wanting to look like the worm he was in front of his friends.

“I’m pretty sure she told you nicely to get the fuck away from her, friend,” I said quietly.

“Who the fuck do you think you are? Telling me what to do,” he said, and I could easily smell the whiskey and cigarettes on his breath like he’d bathed in both.

Leaning in close to his ear, I whispered so only he could hear. “Maybe I wasn’t clear. I’ll try again. Go back to your table, or I’m going to find your room, cut off your cock, put it in a blender, make you drink it, and then take your photo and post it on social media. Don’t test me. I’m crazy enough to do it.”

He swallowed so loud that I could hear it, and I decided to throw him a bone. “I’ll do you a solid, though. When I let go of your shoulder, laugh like I said something funny. Shake my hand and simply say, ‘Sorry, man. We’re all good.’” I squeezed his shoulder tighter and watched the pain flash in his eyes. “You think you can do that? Or do we have a date later?”