Chapter 25: Chapter 25

Anya didn't realize she'd fallen in love with the asshole until he'd taken her suggestion and walked away. Like the few others she had bothered to care about, he walked away from the little sister of the mob boss because she was a complication that nobody needed. This time it hurt more than all the rest combined.

"Let's go," she said to Boris, turning around and heading for the door.

When she headed toward her dark purple Camaro, Boris stopped her. "You ride with me," he said in heavily accented English, his voice deep and clipped. "Boss would have my ass if you wrecked because of bad temper."

Anya laughed a little and handed her keys to one of the other guys. She took Boris' arm and walked with him to the black SUV parked at the curb of the casino. "You always know how to tell it like it is Boris."

"And you know how to push the boss' buttons, little girl." His strong accent emphasized leetle gurl.