Ivan (Her Russian Protector #1)

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  Ivan couldn't believe someone was calling right now. Erin had the sweetest, most tender look on her face. His cum was still wet on her belly. He needed to tell her that she meant something to him, that this wasn't simply a quick fuck to him.

  Irritated, he grabbed the phone and answered. "Yes?"

  "Ivan." Yuri's familiar voice filtered out of the speaker. He was barely audible over the thumping bass of music in the background. No doubt he was in the VIP section of one of his sleek, ultra popular clubs. "I found something you've lost."

  He instantly perked up. "And what's that?"

  "A certain limping fighter just tried to sell his cheap shit in my bathroom," Yuri said, his voice laced with disgust. "The bouncers tossed his ass onto the street before I realized who he was. He can't have gone far."

  Ivan knew Yuri wasn’t about to send one of his own men after Andrei. He'd never put them in the crossfire of the Albanians or the Hermanos. "I'm sending Dimitri."

  "I hope you know what you're doing."

  "I do."

  "Is she very pretty?" There was no mistaking the amusement in Yuri's voice.

  Ivan frowned. How the hell did Yuri know about Erin? "Nikolai?"

  Yuri laughed. "Who else?"

  Ivan glanced at Erin who looked perplexed. It occurred to him that she couldn't understand what he was saying. Even with that confused expression on her face, she was still the loveliest thing he'd ever seen. "Yes, she is."

  "I'm glad to hear it. I'd hate to think you were risking everything for anything less."

  Yuri's subtle warning came through clearly. Of their tight-knit group, Yuri had always been the most cautious and conservative. Undoubtedly that had been the secret to the multi-billion dollar fortune he'd amassed in oil and minerals.

  "Thanks for the tip. I'll see you around."

  "Be careful, Ivan."

  He ended the call and pulled up Dimitri's number. As he waited for his friend to answer, he held Erin's concerned gaze. "We've found Andrei."