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HER RUSSIAN BILLIONAIRES THE COMPLETE SERIES

SUSAN WESTWOOD

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About This Collection Three Incredibly Sexy Russian Billionaires In One Red Hot Package! Bestselling author Susan Westwood presents this boxed set which features all 3 books from her popular “Her Russian Billionaire” series that has been topping the charts for the past year. This is a unique opportunity to get 3 bestsellers for 1 low price! This boxed set includes the novels listed below. Each is a complete novel with no cliffhangers! #1 VIKTOR Handsome billionaire Viktor is working late in his office when a young girl named Alia turns up scared and afraid. Viktor has no choice but to help this young woman out even if it means using his dangerous connections to do so...

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#2 SACHA When Kendra is assigned the job of stopping powerful billionaire Sacha from opening a Manhattan nightclub she is willing to do what it takes to stop him. However, when she gets to know the handsome billionaire she soon finds his charms are almost impossible to resist.. #3 NIKO When career woman Destiny headed to a bar to drown her sorrows she was delighted to find a drinking partner in a man named Niko. Little did she know he was also one of the most powerful men in Manhattan and their lives were about to cross in more ways than one..

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Contents BOOK 1 – VIKTOR BOOK 2 – SACHA BOOK 3 - NIKO

Her Russian Billionaire #1 VIKTOR HER RUSSIAN BILLIONAIRE SUSAN WESTWOOD This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places or events are entirely coincidental.

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Copyright 2015 SUSAN WESTWOOD

Chapter One

Alia Jefferson walked out the back door of the bar she where worked. She turned back to wave to her co-worker, her best friend, Jess. “Have a good rest of your day,” she said. Jess was short with red hair. A fireplug of energy and enthusiasm, even at three in the morning. “You, too, Alia. Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe.”

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Alia laughed. “Yeah, if my phone works. It’s been giving me fits and I can’t afford a new one until payday.” Jess frowned. “Then call me from your landline. I worry about your route home.” Alia waved off her concern. She’d been walking these streets since she was still single digits. The only difference was the time of day. No one bothered her. Unlike the pale, little Jess, Alia was taller, with mocha skin. It gave her a little bit of cache in this neighborhood of many ethnicities.

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The Hispanics thought her one of them, as did the African Americans. Having some white blood in her made her appearance not truly black, but not truly white, either. She shrugged. It just was. She put her purse strap over her head so it would sit across her body. That way any purse-snatchers would have a harder time stealing it. She strode out of the alley as if she owned the place. The other reason no one bothered her. There were only a handful of people on the street in this part of town She

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recognized none of them. Often patrons of the bar who had hooked up at last call were still in the alley doing the nasty. The thought made Alia shudder. Not that she was a prude, but sex among the dumpsters did not appeal to her. Her footsteps echoed in the street as she left those people behind. Two more blocks to the subway station. Two more dangerous blocks. But her heart didn’t race. This was where she worked. Well, she grew up in the Bronx and she didn’t back down.

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She dared anyone to mess with her and her bag, which held a small brick in it, just in case she had to swing it at someone. No one had found out yet. Noises came from an alley up ahead. She sighed. Should she tiptoe past it? She didn’t want to get involved. That was the other reason, no one touched her. She minded her own business. She crossed the street to avoid the alley, but something drew her attention. A dim light shone into the small space. She saw a man on his knees, a gun to his head. He

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looked to be begging to a man in front of him. She quickly averted her gaze. This was none of her business. Then she heard the shot. She jumped and looked down the alley. The man who had been on his knees, was now writhing on the ground. The man with the gun turned his gaze to her. Shit. She spun away and ran halfway down the block. They would catch up with her. If she kept running, she might not make it to

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the subway. Even if she did, they might follow her onto it. What the hell? There wouldn’t be enough people on it to make it safe. They would kill her and probably dump her body somewhere. Her brother would never know what happened to her. Damn. She turned at the next corner, still in a full sprint. She noticed music coming out of a door someone had just opened. She slipped into that building before the door closed. She leaned on the door, her chest heaving.

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Someone yelled at her, and for a moment, she thought the men from the alley had found her. She looked around to see a plush redcarpeted hallway. The lights were dim and a large man was coming towards her. He spoke to her in another language. She had no idea what he was saying, but she bet she had a better chance with this mammoth then the two men who were chasing her. She caught her breath finally as the man came to stand in front of her. “English?”

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“This is a private club. You need to leave.” He sounded a little like those Russian bad guys in the James Bond movies she’d seen. “Please. There are men chasing me.” “Why are they chasing you?” He looked her up and down as if she were a piece of meat. Charming. I’m in danger and you’re looking to get laid. She pulled herself to her full height. She still only reaching his large neck. “I saw a murder. Someone was shot. The guys who did it are after me.”

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He frowned and appeared to be making a decision. “Let me talk to Yuri,” he said. “You stay put.” She nodded. She had no intention of going outside. The two men must have figured out where she had gotten inside. They could easily have seen her turn that corner. She waited for them to bang on the door that she figured out how to lock. Probably illegal in Manhattan to lock the door, but she wasn’t going to chance them getting inside. She’d be dead.

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The man came back. “Follow me.” She did, knowing her luck was better with him. “Thank you.” He grunted as if her apology was not necessary or wanted. Once again, she couldn’t get past his charm. Guess when you were that big, you didn’t need charm. The man could probably snap her into two. First, he’d have to catch her and she’d been a track star in high school. He led her up a set of stairs. Below, men and women danced to a techno beat. Colored lights

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swirled all around her. Then they were through a door and the music couldn’t be heard anymore. This hallway was well-lit and had carpeting that muffled their footsteps. He pointed to a chair. “You wait here. Boss will call you in.” He spun on his heel and left her to contemplate who the boss was. *** Viktor Kozlov stood at the window in his office that overlooked the dance floor. Bodies moved and writhed to some music

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that always gave him a headache. That’s why he’d soundproofed the upstairs of his club. Every club he owned was this way. No matter what city in the world, he’d built the second floor the same way. Each club looked different, but not his space. He ran a legitimate, private club, keeping a low profile in some nice neighborhoods around the world. This venture in Manhattan was newer to him. He wasn’t sure he liked it here in America. Bribing did not work. You had to work within most of the laws. Unless you found a

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dirty official who could be bribed. Not as simple as Russia where you knew everyone wanted to be paid off. He sighed. And now this woman was out the hallway with a story of a murder. He ran a tight ship and didn’t let any crime from the outside world invade his place. “She’s waiting,” Sacha, his younger brother and lawyer, said. “I know.” “Just hear her story, then let her loose. No one’s knocked on our door so they have no idea she’s here.”

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Viktor frowned then turned back to his brother. “Let her in and leave us alone. Have someone check around the block to see if anyone suspicious is about.” “You want to see her alone? What if she says you tried to do something with her,” Sacha said. He was always looking at things from a legal angle. Once in a while Viktor was sorry he’d paid for his brother’s schooling. The kid thought too much. “Alone. Send her in,” Viktor said.

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He was the oldest. He was the one to be obeyed. Sacha nodded, then left. The girl didn’t walk in meekly. No, she strode into his office as if she was ready to take it over. Pretty ballsy for a woman who’d supposedly seen a murder. Then he looked into her eyes and knew her posture was mere bravado. She was scared and her gaze darted around the room. Probably looking for a second escape route. Viktor remembered thinking like that. He was out of practice as

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his life had been very good since making his billions on nightclubs. He brought the hottest Russian acts in, so, for a few hours, ex-pats from that part of the world could feel as if they were home. They paid well to have membership and in return, he made the place a safe haven. Now this dark woman stood tall in his office. She might bring crime to his peaceful slice of heaven. “Sit down.” “I’d rather stand,” she said.

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Her voice was sexy. Husky and smooth at the same time. Deeper than most women’s voices. It stirred something in him. He tamped it down. She would be on her way in a matter of minutes. As soon as his men said that, the area was safe. He wanted her gone, but he had enough of a conscience to make sure she arrived to her destination safely. “Tell me what you saw.” “There were three men. One had a gun on another man. The other man was kneeling. I looked away then heard a

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gunshot. When I looked back, the kneeling man was on the ground. The man with the gun saw me, so I ran.” Viktor sat down on his buttery leather chair. He steepled his hands in front of him then observed her. Now that her gaze had alighted on him, she wasn’t backing down. “So you ran and found my club.” “The door was open and about to close so I slipped in.” “You could have entered any establishment on the block. Why mine?” he said.

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“Yours was the only door open. All the bars are closed.” “Mine is not because it is a private club.” “I didn’t check the sign before I came here. I was running for my life.” She had spunk. Even when she didn’t have the upper hand, she stood up to him. Other than his mother, no one stood up to him. He wanted to laugh. His phone on his desk buzzed. He answered it. “Viktor.”

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“There are two men lurking on the other side of the street from us. Do you want me to take care of them?” his guard, Yuri, asked. “No. That would make them suspicious. Leave them. I’ll deal with the woman.” He hung up. “Alia,” she said. “What?” “My name is Alia.” Viktor nodded. “The two men are still out there. It isn’t safe for you.”

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“Is there a back way? I can take that and find another subway stop to get home,” she said. “They have probably called for reinforcements at this point. I can’t guarantee your safety once you are out of the club.” “I’m not asking you to guarantee my safety.” He laughed. “Why else would you have slipped into my club? I feel you are my responsibility now.” She stiffened. “I can take care of myself.”

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“That may be, but now you are under my protection.” “I’ll just go.” She turned to leave. Some part of him didn’t want her to go. His mother always preached that sometimes destiny came to you in odd forms. This might be one of those times. “No.” She

stopped,

glancing

over

her

shoulder. “Am I being detained?” He stood then walked around the desk. He sat on the edge of it. “No, but I’m

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asking you to stay. I can’t let you go, knowing you are in danger. Chivalry may be dead among American men, but in Russia, we take care of our women.” “I’m not your woman.” He smiled. “No, but you are under my care. You came under my care when you slipped in that closing door.” Her shoulders slumped. “What happens now?” “I offer you a bed to sleep in tonight. It’s late. Or early. Depends on how you look

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at things. No use trying to furtively make your way home.” “You’re offering me hospitality? After I entered your club as a non-member?” She crossed her arms. “What’s the catch? I have to sleep with you?” Viktor found that so funny that he laughed for a full minute. When he finally recovered, he said, “I have no designs on your body, Alia. I’m just being a nice guy, as you Americans say.”

Chapter 2 The man finally introduced himself. Viktor, he said his name was. He was one of the most beautiful white men she’d ever seen. Pale with dark hair with a little silver at his temple. He’d stand out in a crowd. His gray eyes could probably pierce steel. She wanted to touch that white skin. He led her away from the club part of the building, then up a flight of stairs. He unlocked an industrial-looking metal door. “This is my home.”

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She blinked as he motioned for her to go through ahead of him. Her instincts didn’t scream for her to run, so she walked past him. He smelled good. Some light cologne and then very much like a man. Odd for her to notice. She wasn’t in the market for a man. The apartment was decorated in muted tones with some feminine touches. Was that his wife? There was clearly a female influence in his life. Why did it matter? She was going to sleep a few hours, then go home.

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Victor turned on a few lamps. “You need food?” “No, I’m not hungry.” “You sure? I could eat. I’ll make us something,” he said. She couldn’t place his accent, but she’d never been very good at picking out those things. “Uh, I guess if you’re making something.” “I am.” He turned on the lights to a small, but efficient-looking kitchen. Stainless steel appliances. Dark, granite countertops. Not

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much bigger than her kitchen, but it looked to have everything one needed. Not that she was much of a cook. “Sit,” Viktor said. He motioned to utilitarian-looking stools in steel by a kitchen island. She slid onto one that was more comfortable than it looked. Victor opened his refrigerator. “What can I make you?” “You anything.”

don’t

have

to

make

me

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“I’m asking what you want. Just tell me. I can order out if you want.” His hospitality overwhelmed her. Why was he being so nice? “I’m not sleeping with you no matter how nice you are to me,” she said. He slammed the door closed. “I’m not trying to sleep with you. You’re probably scared and hungry and I can take care of the hunger, then we can see about making you feel safe. Just know, that you are safe from me.”

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She frowned as he opened the refrigerator again. She’d hurt his feelings. “Sorry.’ “You have nothing to apologize for. Now, I can grill up some steaks, if you’d like.” At that moment, her stomach chose to betray her and rumbled. Viktor smiled at her and pulled out two pieces of beef that were thicker than Alia had ever seen. Steaks fit for king, probably. Her mouth watered. She was hungry.

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“How about steak and eggs, since it is breakfast?” he asked. She just nodded, suddenly feeling tired. The gravity of what she’d seen began to weigh on her. Someone had died. She wasn’t one to get involved, but this wasn’t petty crime. This was a life snuffed out. Viktor moved about the kitchen as if he cooked all of the time. He loosened his tied and rolled up his sleeves, revealing sculpted arms. Wow. She hadn’t expected that. “How do you like your steak?”

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She didn’t eat steak often so she didn’t really know. “Uh, I guess rare.” “You guess?” “I’m a bartender. Steak isn’t in my budget.” “Then that bar isn’t paying you enough.” “I get paid what most bartenders get paid. Plus tips.” “I would think someone like you with those green eyes and that clean skin would get many tips.”

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She wanted to blush. Her face grew hot. “I do okay.” “Still, you need to find a place that pays better.” “I don’t have a car so I’m limited by public transportation.” “Then you save for a car.” “It isn’t that easy.” He had no idea of her life. How could he just say she had to save? “I came here with three dollars in my pocket. Look at me now.”

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“You own a nightclub. You are the American Dream aren’t you?” “You Americans don’t realize the opportunities you have here,” he said as he put the steaks on the grill. They flared up and he turned on an overhead fan. She blinked. “You know nothing about me.” “No, I don’t, but I know what this country has to offer,” he said. “I don’t need a lecture,” she said. She’d heard it all before. Sounded good when you worked in Manhattan, but

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when you went back to your hovel in the Bronx, it didn’t seem so easy anymore. “You’re right. You’ve had a tough night. Are you going to talk to the cops?” She frowned. “I’m not one to get involved, but I think I need to.” “Good. I can go with you later in the morning if you want?” None of this made sense. She wanted to know what he wanted from her. There had to be a catch. “Why? Why are you doing all this?”

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“Because you are under my care,” he said. His gaze held hers, but she still didn’t understand. No one took care of her. She took care of everyone else. “Still. Why? I’m some stranger.” “You are a woman in trouble. I am Russian and we don’t let woman fend for themselves. It is just how I am. I can’t help it.” That was his accent. Russian. Made sense with the name Viktor and the high forehead that a lock of hair fell over when he

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spoke. “I would imagine you get taken advantage of in a city like New York,” she said. He put a plate in front of her with a steak and two fried eggs. Her mouth watered. Her stomach rumbled again. She didn’t know which to eat first. Everything looked good. Viktor sat down in the chair next to her, then shrugged. “Sometimes, but I have to be true to my nature.” *** Viktor studied the beautiful woman next to him. With her mocha skin and those

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bewitching green eyes. She clearly didn’t understand his hospitality, but he wouldn’t feel bad. This was how his mother had raised him. She put her first bite in her mouth while he waited for her reaction. The steaks had been an impulse buy and now he was glad he had bought two of them. He’d never know exactly why he did. He mostly ate alone or went to his mother’s house. Sacha lived there still. If you asked his brother, he would say his mother lived with him, but the

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lease was in his mother’s name. Viktor suspected that she paid most of the rent. It bothered Viktor, especially since he paid his brother a handsome salary, but their mother could not be dissuaded. She would take care of her sons even though she’d raised them to take care of her. Sacha was the baby and his mother had always babied him. Maybe Victor had also. They’d moved here when Sacha was young and his mother felt guilty about uprooting him. She shouldn’t have. He was more Russian than Victor.

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Alia moaned, her eyes falling closed, and Viktor had visions of her during an orgasm. His dick woke up at that thought, but there would be no sex tonight. This girl was in his care. Young and vulnerable. He wouldn’t’ take advantage. His mother did not raise him that way. “You like?” He waited to take a bite until she opened her eyes. “This is the best steak I’ve ever eaten. It might be the best meal I’ve ever eaten.”

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He looked down at his plate. “It’s just steak and eggs.” “Nothing about this meal could be ‘just’ anything, Viktor.” That was the first time she’d said his name. He liked how it sounded in her mouth. He wondered what else he would like in her mouth. He shook away that thought. Very ungentlemanly. Viktor took a bite and had to say he did enjoy his own cooking. His mother had taught him well. “Who taught you to cook?”

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“My mother. She said that American women would want a man who cooked.” “I would love for someone to cook for me. I hate it,” she said. Then she laughed. “Maybe why I’m still single.” Her laugh was a symphony to his ears. Husky and full. No pretense behind it. He took another bite of his steak, dipping it in his egg. She ate with more gusto now, but stopping to savor each bite of steak. The kettle on the stove whistled. He poured the hot water into his French Press

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and waited. When it was ready, he pushed down the plunger on it. “Coffee?” “Yes, please.” Viktor had the distinct impression that the food had loosened Alia up. Her shoulders were no longer stiff. Her smile came more easily. He had done his job. She felt safe here. His mother would be proud. He poured her some of the dark brew then some for himself. She sipped it and he waited to see if she liked it. For some reason,

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her opinion was now important to him. He didn’t know why. “That’s the best coffee I’ve ever tasted. What’s that contraption you made it in?” “A French Press.” Her eyes drooped and she yawned. “Neat.” She was getting tired and as much as he delighted in her company, she had to sleep. He had to sleep. He had payroll to do for the nightclub. Never his favorite day. He really should hire someone, but he had

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trouble letting go of the reins. Not a good trait. “Are you finished?” Alia nodded. “I couldn’t eat another bite.” He put both of their plates in the dishwasher. His housekeeper would be by in a few hours. She could do the rest. “Don’t you want to clean up your kitchen?” she said, then yawned again. “I have someone to do that.”

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“A nightclub nets you that much money?” She put a hand on mouth. “I’m sorry. That was crass.” Viktor laughed at her. “I’m not insulted. I own nightclubs all over the world.” Her mouth dropped open. “Oh.” “Let me show you to your room.” She nodded and followed him down a hall. His apartment had four bedrooms. He used one as an office. One was if his mother wanted to stay. He gave Alia the fourth one. His mother had decorated it for him.

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“There’s a bathroom off this bedroom so feel free to take a bath or shower. There are sweats in the closet, I think.” “Old girlfriend?” He hadn’t had a woman in months. The last one had been a gold digger. He wasn’t interested in doing that again. “No, my mother put stuff there hoping I’d have women over. She wants grandchildren.” “You’re close with your mother.” “Yes. There are towels in the bathroom. When you awaken, feel free to wander

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the apartment. I’ll probably be awake. I don’t need much sleep.” She nodded. He was about to leave when she said his name. “Yes?” “I haven’t thanked you. I really appreciate all that you’ve done for me. I’m a stranger and you’ve been more hospitable than some people I know.” “You’re welcome, Alia. Sleep tight.” He left her in the bedroom, but he didn’t want to. If he could have convinced her to get into his bed, they’d both enjoy

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themselves before slumber. But he couldn’t. She was vulnerable and if he was to pursue something with her he’d want her to respond because of desire, not because she didn’t think she had a choice. He showered then slid into his bed. Naked and alone. He frowned and hoped sleep would come quickly. He didn’t want to think about Alia in his guest bedroom. Maybe showering. Maybe bathing. Naked and soapy.

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Shit. This wasn’t helping. Payroll might get done sooner if sleep remained elusive. * Alia awoke to someone pounding on a door. Not her bedroom door. Wait. Where was she? The door being pounded on was far away. One of her neighbors? Her place was just one room. When she opened her eyes she had a moment of panic. She didn’t remember where she was. Then all her memories of last night came back to her.

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She’d slept so soundly for being in a strange place. She yawned, then stretched. The pounding had stopped. Someone knocked softly on her door. “Alia? You awake?” Viktor. “I am.” “The police need to talk to you about what you saw last night,” he said. Her eyes widened. How did they know where to find her? Had Viktor given her up? “Uh, okay.” She rose from bed. “I need to get dressed.”

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“I’ll tell them that you’ll be out in a minute.” “Thanks.” She threw on her clothes from last night then took a deep breath before opening the bedroom door. She hadn’t slept that well in ages, but that didn’t make her any more ready to face the police. Not having decided to talk to them, she wasn’t sure what to say now. Not knowing a way out, she must face them.

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Viktor was pouring coffee for them. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. Even in that, he looked put together. Some men were just that way. Every hair was in place. He appealed to her. Maybe because he was exotic compared to what she saw in the ghetto day after day. He was also more real than the metrosexual white boys who hit on her at the bar. He didn’t flaunt his wealth, but she could tell from the cut of his clothing that he had money. She bet he didn’t tip outrageously, just well.

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The two men occupied the couch, but didn’t look as if they’d made themselves comfortable. The sat on the edge of the cushions as Viktor chatted with them. He looked like he was hosting two friends. Alia cleared her throat before she entered the room. “Gentlemen.” Both men stood. “Alia, these men are asking questions about something that happened in the neighborhood last night. I didn’t see anything. They wanted to know if you did.”

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He was giving her an out. He hadn’t revealed to the cops that she’d seen the murder. She tried to thank him with her eyes. Now was the time to make her decision. If she didn’t come clean, she’d have to keep the secret forever. If she did tell them what she saw, maybe they could catch the men. She wasn’t optimistic on that point. She’d seen what little cops did in her neighborhood. Maybe that was different in Manhattan. “What

incident

are

you

talking

about?” she said, not ready to spill her guts.

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“I’m Detective Clark. This is Detective Lewis,” the younger man said. He didn’t offer his hand. Alia didn’t offer hers. She nodded to acknowledge both of them. “Nice to meet you.” “There was a man shot in an alley around the corner from here. We estimate about three in the morning.” Alia sat on the closest chair, stilling deciding. What was in her best interest? If she snitched, would she be safer? If she told, could they protect her? She bit her lip,

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unable to choose the best option. Not knowing what was the best option for her. “Three?” “Yes. Would you have been out and about at that time?” Viktor looked at her and nodded. He wanted her to tell them the truth. Of course, he would. He probably hadn’t run into any bad cops. Like the ones that harassed her brother on a regular basis. Viktor probably trusted the police. She sighed. “I was.”

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Viktor smiled at her. She was doing the right thing in his mind. He had no idea how dangerous the streets were. He lived behind steel doors on the third floor of a building he probably owned. That was not her life. “Did you see something?” Lewis said. She glanced from one detective to the other. “Yes. I saw a man shot last night.” “Why didn’t you call the police?” Lewis asked. “Because I live in the Bronx. You look the other way so you can live another day.

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Besides, the men who did this saw me. They chased me. And I found refuge in Viktor’s night club.” “So you got a look at the men?” She swallowed. Why had she opened her mouth? “I got a look, but not a good look. I didn’t study them.” “Can you start from the beginning? Don’t leave out any detail.” Alia let out a breath then began her story. She told them as much as she could remember. When she finished, Clark kept scribbling. Then he looked at her with brown

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eyes. “We’ll need you to come downtown with us.” “Why? I’ve told you everything.” “We need a formal statement. We also want you to look at some mug shots.” “Do you know who did this?” “We have an idea,” Lewis said. “We can show you some pictures. You don’t need to peruse a pile of books.” She blinked. She had no choice now. She was involved. All because she looked down an alley. Damn it.

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“Alia just woke up. Can she get some breakfast and then I’ll bring her to the station? Just give me the address,” Viktor said. Once again, he was protecting her. Why? She still wasn’t going to sleep with him. As attractive as she found him, sleeping with him would probably be a bad idea. The

two

detectives

exchanged

a

glance. “That’s fine. She isn’t a suspect. Can you come down within the hour?” “Yes,” Viktor answered for her. She shot him a look that said she could talk for herself. He shrugged as if it

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was no consequence. Just what she needed. An overbearing man. Though she was grateful, he’d bought her some time. The detectives left. Viktor went into the kitchen. “Go shower and I’ll make you something.” She watched him for a moment. “Why are you being so nice?” She didn’t trust nice. He had to have an angle, though for the life of her she couldn’t figure it out. What was his agenda? If not to get her in bed, then what? “Don’t be so suspicious, Alia.”

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“I need to charge my phone,” she said. “Plug it in anywhere.” She also had to call Jess, who must be worried by now. She’d bet there were a dozen messages on her phone from her friend. That call back would have to wait. *** As skittish as a colt, Viktor thought. That girl had seen some trouble in her life. He’d come from nothing. Had seen atrocities in Russia. He’d refused to let it get him down. He’d always had his family.

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Maybe that was Alia’s problem. She hadn’t spoken of any family and there’s been no one to worry about her last night. She hadn’t called anyone as far as he knew. No mother home wondering where she was? No boyfriend thinking she should be at her house by now? Viktor would have to probe further. Meanwhile he called Sacha. “Hello,” his brother said in a sleepy voice. It was almost noon and the boy was still in bed.

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“Get up, Sacha,” Viktor said. “I need you somewhere within the hour.” “Did you get in some kind of trouble?” “No, Alia, the girl from last night, has to go give a statement to the police. I want you there as her lawyer.” “Alia? Is she still in your apartment?” “Yes, but it isn’t what you think.” “You old dog, you.” As if Viktor was an old man. He was barely thirty-five. “Sacha, stop. What was I supposed to do? Put her out on the street when those men were there?”

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“At least tell me you slept with her.” “No, Sacha I did not. I was a gentleman.” He gave his brother the address and he agreed to meet him there. Alia came out of the bedroom, showered, but with her clothes from that morning. “I’ll drop you home after the interview.” “No need. I can get there on my own.” “Please, let me do this. I’ll feel better knowing you are home safe.” A myriad of emotions crossed her face. He guessed that she wasn’t used to

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relying on anyone but herself. For the time being, she was stuck with him. There was something about her that drew him to her. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but he found her attractive. It was beyond that. Maybe he was drawn to the little vulnerability he’d seen in her. Or drawn to her strength. He mused over it as they waited for his car to arrive. “Does someone else always drive you?” Alia said, eyeing the black car that pulled up outside the nightclub.

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“I prefer not to drive in Manhattan,” he said. She nodded as she climbed into the vehicle. The trip only took about twenty minutes and then they were walking up the steps to the precinct. Alia paused before the door. Viktor opened it for her. “I can open the door.” “Has no man ever held the door for you?” “No.” “Then you date the wrong men, Alia. A man doesn’t hold a door for you because

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you can’t. He holds a door for you because he wants to.” She shrugged, but entered the building. A cacophony of sound hit them when they approached the desk. Her reaction to his holding a door made Viktor wonder what this girl had been through. She was tough. She’d seen a murder and been chased by a murderer. She was a strong woman for sure. She strode up to the desk clerk. “I’m here to see Detectives Clark and Lewis.”

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Viktor stood back, letting her do her thing. She clearly needed to be in charge. Still, he’d stay with her. She glanced over her shoulder. “You can leave.” “No. I told you that I’d see you home,” he said. He wasn’t going to renege on a promise. That wasn’t who he was. And then he could go on his date tonight with a free conscience. Tonight’s woman was one he met at the club. He didn’t often date customers, but she had been in town for a few days last time

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and wasn’t a regular. She owned her own company. He liked independent women, but he also liked Russian women. They understood how he was. That’s what intrigued him about Alia. She was so different from him, but he wanted to get to know her. Too bad he probably wouldn’t see her again after this. Sacha showed up at that moment. “Alia, this is my brother Sacha. He’s a lawyer. I thought it might be good to have one with you when you get questioned.”

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Her eyes widened. “I can’t afford a lawyer.” Viktor put a hand on her arm. This was the first time he was touching her and he felt electricity go up his arm. He couldn’t tell if she felt it also. “He isn’t going to charge you.” “Uh, okay.” Detective Lewis came out and led Alia and Sacha back to a room. Viktor waited in the lobby. He hadn’t ever been in a police station in America. Nor in Russia. He’d avoided the cops in Moscow.

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A whole other slice of life paraded through this building and that included the cops. He hoped he didn’t ever have to come back here. All of them provided entertainment while he waited. Scantily clad women walked past him. Prostitutes? When he first opened his club, they’d tried to enter his club, but he’d barred them. That’s when he got the idea to make it private. A half of an hour went by before Alia and Sacha emerged. Alia looked a little

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stunned by it all. Guess she wasn’t used to being in a police station either. Viktor stood. “It was routine,” Sacha said. “Can I drop you somewhere?” Viktor offered. He shook his head. “No, I have my car here.” He left. “You don’t have to drive me home,” Alia said. “I insist.” He motioned for her to go ahead of him out the door. She did. His driver pulled

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up a moment later. They climbed in and Alia gave the driver her address. Viktor wasn’t familiar with the Bronx. This would be his first visit. He wondered if it would live up to its scary reputation.

Chapter Three Viktor’s car was comfortable with plush leather seats. Alia was rarely in a car that wasn’t a cab. This vehicle was beyond belief. She wanted to run her hands over the leather. Or rub her face in it, but that didn’t seem like the thing to do. Viktor stared out the window, glancing at her every once in a while. She didn’t know what to say. No one had ever been this kind. A large part of her expected him to demand something in return. Where she grew

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up, no one did anything for nothing. Payment was expected in kind. That’s why she never relied on anyone. She didn’t want to owe them. She certainly didn’t want to owe this man. He came across as powerful and clearly rich beyond her wildest dreams. She had to admit, she found him sexy. She wasn’t into white boys, but this one was different. He didn’t seem to want anything, but she didn’t trust that completely. If he truly didn’t want anything, then he was one of the nicest men she’d ever met.

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Didn’t really matter since he would drop her off and he’d be on his way. She couldn’t imagine he’d linger in her neighborhood with his fancy car and driver. She’d probably barely have time to get out of the car. She lived in a dingy place. Scary, even, but it was the only place she could afford. To her it was home. Also, to her brother, who was away at college. Staying here gave him some stability in a world where he’d had so little. She couldn’t move them now.

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She tried to see the places through Viktor’s eyes, but she knew so little about him. Suddenly she didn’t want him to see where she lived. She didn’t know why. She wasn’t going to see him again. It didn’t matter what he thought, but suddenly it did. He’d come from nothing and she hadn’t been able to get herself out of the ghetto. “Just drop me off here,” she said. “You don’t want to hang around in your fancy car.”

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Before the car stopped, two people ran across in front of it. One chased the other brandishing a knife. Alia wanted to die. Great representation of her neighborhood. “I’m not letting you get out now,” Viktor said. He watched the two men disappear down an alley. “It’s not usually this bad.” “But it is sometimes. That’s enough reason for you to stay in the car. Let me think about this.”

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“What is there to think about, Viktor? I live here. It’s my reality. You can go back to your nice apartment. I’ll be fine.” She’d crossed her arms even though she didn’t want to be defensive. She was. She’d never felt so much like a failure until now. If she could have jumped out of the moving vehicle to get away, she would. She didn’t have a death wish. “Alia, it’s not your fault, but I can’t leave you here. I want you to come live with me.”

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“Live with you? Be your mistress? No way. I get by on my own. Not by using my body.” He blinked. “I’m no asking for that arrangement. I can get my own booty without paying for it. I just want to help you.” “Why? You don’t know me. I could be thief and clean out your house.” “I’m willing to take that chance. Someone gave me a chance when I first came here. This is me, paying it forward,” Viktor said.

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Her instincts didn’t tell her he was lying, but he could be good. He could be a con artist, not that she had any reason to think that. She sighed. “How exactly are you going to help me?” “Would you like to go to school?” School? She hadn’t thought about it. Her brother Deion was in college. She mulled that over in her mind. “I don’t know. I don’t have the money for school.” “But I do.”

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“Why would you give me money for school?” “I’m investing in your future.” She shook her head. “I don’t know what I’d study.” “Think about it. Meanwhile, we’re going home,” Viktor said. His tone rankled her. He was used to people doing his bidding. She wasn’t one of his minions. “I’m not your employee. Nor am I beholden to you. I want to go to my house.”

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“Alia, please. I think you are in danger. Why not at least take my protection? No strings attached.” “Because I don’t believe there are no strings.” “I understand your mistrust, but I’m asking you to believe someone for once. Now let’s go home and talk about it. If you feel that strongly after that, I’ll have my driver bring you back.” “Even if I decide to stay with you, I’ll have to come back for my clothes.”

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He waved a hand at that. “I’ll buy you new ones. No reason to go back to that place. I’m right by your work anyway.” He did make a compelling argument. Life would be nicer and easier if she lived closer to work. That would save money on subway fare. She was torn. She bit her lip. “Okay, let’s talk. I’m not saying that I’m moving in. I’m saying that I’ll talk about it. That’s it.” Viktor’s smile lit up the whole car. He instructed the driver to take them home. Alia sat

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neighborhood recede. Was she making a mistake? She wished she could talk to Jess, but her phone was on the fritz. She took it out and tried to dial, but nothing happened. “First order of business, we get you a new phone,” Viktor said. “I haven’t agreed to anything yet.” “Alia? Really? You can’t even use that. We’ll stop on the way home. I’m not taking no for answer.”

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She sighed. Viktor could truly be force of nature and right now she was a little tired of her life anyway. “Fine.” *** Viktor bought Alia a new phone, with her old phone number. She went into her bedroom to make some calls. She returned a few minutes later. “Here I am with a new phone and can’t reach anyone,” she said. Viktor laughed. “Shopping for some clothes?”

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She bit her lip. He knew she was an independent woman, but he wanted to take care of her. Someone had given him a hand up and he was doing it for her. “Uh. I guess I need some things. I do have to go to work tonight so we don’t have much time.” “I have my designer on her way,” he said. “I didn’t know what size you were so she’s going to measure you.” “Designer?” “I don’t shop. I hate it. So I have someone who knows my sizes and buys me

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clothes that she knows I like. In the beginning it was odd, but I don’t have time to shop.” She plopped down on the couch as if in disbelief. “So, someone is bringing clothing to me?” “Yes.” She clearly had never heard of the concept, but she leaped into the experience when the woman arrived. Lulu, Viktor’s designer and personal shopper, brought a truckload of garments in various sizes. Alia’s eyes were wide and her

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smile large the whole time. He received as much joy from doing this for her as she clearly got from receiving it. Lulu left, promising to deliver clothes the next day. Alia dropped onto the couch. “Wow. That was exhausting.” Viktor realized that they’d never had a discussion, but Alia seemed to be embracing his gift. “I have to go to work,” she said. “I need a shower then I’ll be off.” “I can walk you there. I want to make sure you are safe.”

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“When does your club open? Why not have one of your bouncers do that. Surely you delegate most things?” She had a good point. He was a large man, but his fighting skills were rusty. One of his bouncers would be better suited. “I’ll call Arkady in early and he can walk you.” “I’m not sure it’s necessary.” “I think it is. I’m not arguing on this point,’ he said. “Okay. We don’t’ know if those guys are lurking out there.”

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“They won’t be, but their associates might and you don’t know what they look like.” She frowned. “True. If I’d gotten out of work earlier or later I wouldn’t be in this predicament.” “Then I wouldn’t have met you and I’m beginning to enjoy your company,” Viktor said. She pushed off the couch and headed to the shower. Viktor had a date that night so when Alia left for work with Arkady, he readied

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himself. This would be an early date for him. The woman was in town only for a short time. So, he’d worked the date around her schedule. He’d be back in time for the nightclub crowd to be in full swing. His associates could take care of things then. Initially he’d been looking forward to seeing Carina, but now he wasn’t so sure it was a waste of time. He wasn’t going to bring her back here or go to her place. Sex was off the table for tonight. He wasn’t in the mood, which was rare.

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He had a mocha-skinned beauty on his mind. He shouldn’t. She was too young for him and she was too skittish. She didn’t have any interest in him, he was sure, but he’d taken care of her anyway. Good karma. He arrived at Carina’s hotel on time. She was waiting in the lobby. When she climbed into the car, she smiled her devilish smile. “Privacy screen?” “Not tonight, Carina. I just want a lovely meal with you.” She pouted. “Something wrong?”

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“No.” She eyed him as the car began to move. “You have fallen in love?” “No, Carina, I’m just pressed for time and don’t want to muss my suit.” She shook her head. “No, love, you have found someone. I don’t mind, Viktor. I’m happy for you.” He smiled. She was a good woman, just

not

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woman.

“You

understanding.” “You want to go to eat?”

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“Yes, I do, but I’ll bring you back here, afterward,” Viktor said. She nodded, but didn’t seem put out by his lack of passion for her. The meal went quickly. Viktor dropped her back to her hotel then checked in on his club. The crowd was good tonight. Dancing and drinking. He checked his watch. Alia would be getting out of work soon so he walked to her bar. He waited in the alley, but saw no one suspicious. She walked out of the bar and her

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mouth dropped open. “I wasn’t expecting you.” “I wanted to walk you home.” “Don’t you have an empire to run?” He laughed. “It can wait for half an hour.” “Okay.” She fell into step beside him. “How did your date go?” He shrugged. “Okay.” “Shouldn’t you still be with her? It’s only midnight.”

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Viktor chuckled. “She was really an old friend. Not the love of my life or anything.” “Oh. I see. Is that good?” “It’s good for me because she understood it also. She will stay a friend. That is always good. To have friends.” She nodded. “I have one good friend, Jess. She called me five times last night wondering what happened. I told her what happened. She wants to check you out.” “She doesn’t trust me?”

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“No, I guess not. She’s coming over for lunch tomorrow. I hope that’s okay?” “That is fine. You can have her check me out. You’ll feel safer,” Viktor said. He wanted to laugh, but was happy that Alia had a good enough friend to be worried about her. He thought she was alone in the world. That would be sad, but now he wasn’t sad. She had a friend that he was going to meet.

Chapter Four Alia wiped down the kitchen counter as Viktor’s chef finished making lunch. Viktor watched them from a stool on the island. What he must think about her and her friend invading his space. Not that it wasn’t huge. It was and they could probably rattle around in here for days without seeing each other. Still, it was his home and she’d invaded it. He’d insisted on it, but she still felt odd living here. Maybe she would get used to it. He hadn’t asked her about college since their talk the day before.

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Not knowing what she was good at hindered her ability to choose a major. “Have you thought about going to school, Alia?” Viktor asked as if he’d read her thoughts. “I have, but I have no idea what I want to study.” “What did you dream doing as a kid?” “The usual. Actress, dancer. Things like that.” “What about more recently?” She put the cloth she was using in the sink, then turned to face him. “I’ve been

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taking care of my younger brother for years. Whatever dreams I might have had, are gone. I knew they’d never happen, so I gave them up.” Would he understand that? Viktor eyed her. “Then find them again. You have a chance. I’m offering you a chance.” “I still don’t understand why,” Alia said. The chef, Martin, chimed in. “Because Mr. Kozlov is about giving back. He’s so

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grateful to be in this country and successful, that he wants everyone to be successful.” “How do you know?” “Because I once picked his pocket. He caught me and offered to pay for my schooling. It’s how I’m a chef. He even gave me my first job. Which I’ve never left,” Martin said. Alia blinked, but tried to digest his story. “In my world, people hold you down. No one tries to help.” “The whole world isn’t like that,” Martin said. He turned to Viktor. “You need me to serve, too?”

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“No. You have another job?” “I’m testing recipes. I’m thinking about writing a cookbook,” Martin said. Viktor smiled like a proud father. “That sounds great. No get out of here. We can handle the rest.” Martin left and Alia mused over what the chef had said. Was it that simple that Viktor just wanted the best for her? At that moment, she found him even more attractive. What would he do if she seduced him? “Now do you believe me?” “I’m getting there.”

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Someone knocked on the door. Alia opened it for Jess. She wore slacks and a flowered blouse. Alia hugged her friend. “So glad to see you.” “This place is pretty neat. You have some large men at your disposal,” Jess said. Viktor laughed. “I like to feel safe.” Jess stuck out her hand. “You must be Viktor. I’m Jess.” He shook her hand, clasping it with both of his. His smile radiated warmth and Alia thought she could look at that smile all day. Yes, she was going to seduce him.

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They ate and chatted, then Viktor left them alone. “Holy hot Russian, Alia. Have you tapped that?” Jess said when they were alone. “Not yet. I’m thinking about it.” “Please do and tell me all the details,” Jess aid. Alia laughed. “I’m not sure he’s interested, but I’m going to test the waters. Maybe tonight.” “I

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“I’d introduce you, but I don’t know most of them.” “This one had those steely blue eyes.” “Oh, that’s Arkady. He walked me to work the other day. I could have him walk me again.” “Please do and I’ll happen to be outside, looking sexy.” Alia laughed. They’d both been single for a while. Alia knew she’d love to get laid soon. “What do you think of Viktor besides how he looks?”

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“Well, I think you’re wrong about him not being interested. He rarely took his eyes off you.” “Really?” Alia hadn’t noticed. Maybe there was some interest in her. Her heart leaped but she tamped down her excitement. This would just be sex. She didn’t have time for love. “Yes, really. He put his hand on the back of your chair. That’s marking his territory for sure.”

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She hadn’t noticed that, either. Usually she saw these things. “I guess witnessing a murder had me off my game.” “For sure. How are you doing? Have they caught the men?” “No, but Viktor seemed to think it was a casual killing. Maybe related to the Mafia, either Russian or Italian. He has put feelers out, but he doesn’t want to draw anyone to me.” “He wants you safe. That’s so sweet. It’s like you’re in a fairy tale.” “I wouldn’t go that far.”

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“Oh, Alia. Enjoy it while you can. Not everyone has a billionaire after them. Could lift you out of poverty.” “He wants to pay for me to go to school,” Alia said. “What would you study?” “That’s the problem. I have no idea.” “You’re good with numbers. Study accounting.” Her idea did have some merit. “I’ll think about it.” “You want a tour of the club?” Alia said.

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“Viktor won’t mind?” “No, I’ve been down there a few times. It’s private, only for Russian ex-pats.” Alia led her down the steps to the club. Arkady was standing by the bar. “Arkady, this is my friend, Jess.” Jess held out her hand again, keeping eye contact with the man. Arkady shook her hand, but didn’t say much. “Nice to meet you,” Jess said. “Yeah, sure.” Arkady seemed to be nervous.

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“Is something wrong?” Alia asked. “Should I not be here?” “No, you’re allowed. I just have some things to do.” Alia would have to ask Viktor about Arkady. Maybe the man was shy. Alia showed Jess around then, the woman left. She’d see her tomorrow when she was working. She’d drag Arkady to walk with her. Alia returned upstairs to look for Viktor. He was cleaning up his kitchen. Seemed such a pedestrian task for a rich man. Nothing seemed to be beneath him.

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“I showed Jess your club. I ran into Arkady. Is he shy?” Viktor laughed. “Yes, he is very shy. Especially around women.” “I think Jess has her eye on him. Would that be okay? If I encouraged that?” Viktor seemed to mull it over. “Might be good for him. I think he misses Russia a lot.” “Then I will be a matchmaker.” She changed the subject. “I thought about school.” “Oh?”

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“Jess gave me the idea to study accounting.” “Then when the next semester starts, you should be in school,” Viktor said. He beamed. Alia love his smile. There was no holding it back when it arose on his face. *** From years living in Russia, then spending some time on the streets, Viktor could tell something had changed with Alia. Her body language was more relaxed and less tense than before. Something Jess had

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said, probably about him, that had her in a different state of mind. Or maybe she just trusted him now. She wouldn’t if she knew the dream he’d had about her last night. She’d been bouncing on top of him naked. He’d woken up in sweat, needy and horny. Thankfully, he had self-control and didn’t barge into her room. No, Alia would require a soft hand. A special seduction such that she didn’t even know she was being seduced. Why was he bothering? He had women throw themselves

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at him. They wanted his wallet at much as his dick. Alia didn’t seem to care about either. “Then I guess that is settled,” Alia said. She strode to him, then stood in his personal space. Guess the minx might not need as much seduction, he thought. “Settled.” “I do appreciate all that you’ve done for me,” Alia said.

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She stepped closer to him and he could smell her. Strawberries. His favorite fruit. “Just get good grades and get a good job. That is all of the thanks I need. Besides, my accountant is nearing retirement. I’ll need a new one soon.” She was just about touching him, her green eyes full on him. As if he were the only person in the world. What was she doing? If he didn’t know better, he’d think she was seducing him. Could he hope? “I will.”

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She stood on her tiptoes and brushed his lips with hers. “Alia?” “We’ve been tap dancing around each other for a day now.” “Oh?” he said. The word croaked out of him. His body woke up. His friend in his pants was awake. If she got any closer, she’d figure that out. “I’m not sure this is appropriate.” “Why not? We’re adults.” “You, barely.” “I’m twenty seven.”

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Older than he’d thought. Not that much younger than he was. Damn. She was going to knock down all of his arguments. “Not a child at all.” Her lips hovered over his. “You thought me younger.” He cleared his throat. Her scent and closeness was messing with his brain. Viktor Kozlov did not get seduced. He was always in control. But not with Alia in the room. Not with her this close to him. Close enough to capture those lips and kiss her the way she was meant to be kissed.

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“Yes, but I don’t think it changes things. You’re under my care.” “Why can’t I be under your care and your lover?” Lover? She said it aloud. This girl had big, brass balls. He was supposed to be the aggressor. He was Russian. He was male. He chose when they made love. Not her. But the rush of blood to his extremities was clouding his thinking. It all seemed like a good idea. Just a slight lean and he could press his lips against hers. What could it hurt?

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So he did it. Not only did she respond with her lips, but her tongue came out to tease him. Some rational part of his brain implored him to stop. This was madness. He’d lost control. His body didn’t want to stop. Her hands crept up and held his shirt. When he stopped kissing her, her eyes had darkened with passion. “I don’t want to take advantage of you, Alia.”

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“You aren’t. I promise. I want this.” She looked down at his pants. “As much as you do.” He laughed lightly. He swallowed hard. “We shouldn’t.” “You have yet to give me a good reason.” “We’re so different.” “So our bank accounts are different. We are human. And we’re clearly attracted to each other. What could it hurt? We can have fun until I have to go.”

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When she said the words, she might have been saying them to his dick, which was akin to preaching to the choir. His dick was all in. “Damn, Alia.” She pressed her lips to his and he was done. He scooped her up. She weighed nothing as he strode to his bedroom. He put her on the bed while he eyed her. He had to be sure. He couldn’t do this unless he was sure. “Last chance.” “To what?” “Refuse me,” he said.

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She stood up and tore off her shirt. “Not a chance.”

Chapter Five Alia stood in his alpha male bedroom, her shirt off, wishing she had a sexier bra on, but she couldn’t afford those. Maybe he’d buy her some, but right now she just wanted him inside of her. Now. She’d never been so attracted to a man. Was it his accent? His presence, which was strong? The fact that he took no shit from anyone? Just like her.

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He stood inches from her, his gaze taking her in. His eyes looking through her. Guess he wanted to be sure. “There’s no going back.” She reached behind her and undid her bra. Slipping it off her shoulders, she dropped it on the floor. His eyes widened. No straight man could resist naked breasts. His hands went to them immediately. She slid out of her pants and stood naked in front of him. She didn’t feel vulnerable. She felt powerful instead.

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Like telling a child something is hot and they have to touch it. A man must touch breasts. He weighed both of them in his hands, then he knelt down in front of her. He took one nipple in his mouth, his tongue doing naughty things. She’d brought this powerful man to his knees just by taking off her clothing. Wow. Tingles raced each other down her body as his other hand slid down her stomach. He stopped at her warm center and she

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knew she was wet for him. She might have been wet for him the first time she met him. Her head fell back, enjoying all the sensations he provided. Her hands fisted on his shoulders and she wanted to feel his skin. She wanted to touch him. He’d be warm and hard and all the things a man should be. Her knees became weak, but she held onto him. Some part of her brain thought she could always lean on Viktor. Right now, she just didn’t want him to stop touching her. His thumb drew circles around her clit then found it, applying pressure.

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She shattered in what could only be described as the best orgasm she’d ever had. She lost feeling in her whole body. Then it jerked back to life as the aftershocks rocketed through her. Viktor scooped her up and placed her on the bed. Then he took of his clothes and her eyes widened as each piece came off. Under his staid and starched clothing was a body that rocked. He had hard planes and veins all the right places. And holy crap, was he hung.

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His erection jutted out as if looking for her. She sat up, energized a little by the sight of it. Reaching out, she took him in her hand. A sharp intake of his breath had her gaze shooting up to his face. His eyes fell closed as she stroked him. All the way to the top, then all the way to the bottom. Her one finger circled the end of his length. “Alia.” Her name came out rough and raw. As if he could not speak. He grabbed her wrist.

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“It’s going to be over too soon if you keep doing that.” She smiled. “Then what if I do this?” She bent down and licked the tip. He let out a strangled cry. “Alia.” “You want me to stop?” “I want you to lay back on the bed.” She let go and flashed him a pout. She liked his penis. Long and hard. Just for her. She did as he asked and lay on her back, licking her lips. He groaned, then grabbed a condom out of his nightstand. He ripped off the packaging then rolled it onto himself.

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She was ready. She’d been ready since she’d walked into his office that fateful night. She’d been scared, but she’d been turned on, too. This lovemaking was several days in the making. He slid his body on top of her. She felt his warmth. His hardness contrasting with her softness. He rubbed the tip of his penis at her opening and she wanted to jam him inside of her. Nipping at her neck, he said dirty things. As if he needed to get her further

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aroused. He didn’t, but she enjoyed what he said anyway. Then he was over her, sliding inside of her. Slowly as if she would break. She dug her nails into his back as he reached bottom and started a slow rhythm. Torturous. “Oh, God.” He’d hit the right spot and whenever he thrust in, she shivered. And then she exploded. Fireworks behind her eyelids. Her teeth gritted as the climax just kept going on and on. “Aaah.”

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Once

the

orgasm

subsided,

she

opened her eyes. Viktor had a smug smile on his face. She wrapped her quivering legs around his body. His thrusting in increased and she held on for dear life as he grunted and came. She couldn’t keep her legs up. She released him. He took care of the condom, then was back beside her. “You are one hellcat in my bed, Alia.” “Is that good?” He slumped onto his back, his chest heaving. She played with the crisp curls on

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his stomach. Just a line of them pointing to the playground. “Yes, that’s good. You might kill me, but I’d die a happy man.” She laughed, shifting so her chin was on his chest. She stared up at him. His eyes were darker than usual. Like the sky right before a storm. “You weren’t too bad yourself,” she said. A chuckle rumbled out of him. “Not bad, huh? I’m not sure if that’s a challenge or not.”

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“Take it however you like.” She laughed again. He stroked her hair and she wanted to purr. What a lovely way to spend an afternoon. “You have to go to the club tonight?” “I do. You have to work?” “Yes, I want Arkady to walk me.” “Should I be jealous?” “No, it’s for Jess.” “Ah, you are being yenta?” “Yenta?” “Matchmaker.”

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She laughed. “Yes, I guess I am.” Viktor’s phone rang and he groaned. The ring was from his mother. Why would she call right now? Probably because she knew he would be home. He wouldn’t answer later in the day because he’d be at the club. He patted Alia on the bottom. “Go take your shower. I have to take this. It’s my mother.” “You’re going to talk to your mother naked?” “Yes. Now go.”

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He watched her go then answered. “Hello, Mama.” “Hello, Viktor. Kak dela, synok.” “I’m good, Mama. And you?” “You know how it is. I grow old and I have aches,” she said. His mother was the strongest woman he knew. She raised three sons while working several jobs to make their lives better. In some ways, he was afraid of his mother. No one could make him sit up and notice. It didn’t matter how many nightclubs he owned, or how rich he was, she would

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always be his mother. And she would always know when he was lying and always know when he was hiding something. Not that he told her everything. She didn’t need to know about the women in his bed. That was off-limits. Including the current wild animal he was fucking. He glance at the bathroom door and smiled. “You’re going to outlive us all.” This was their usual conversation. “Are you coming to see your Mama anytime soon?”

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“I’m hoping I can get there in a few days.” “Are

you

bringing

your

new

girlfriend?” “I don’t have a new girlfriend, Mama.” He shifted so he leaned on the headboard, a pillow behind his back. He crossed his legs at his ankles. This might be a long conversation.

No

reason

not

to

be

comfortable. “That’s not what Sacha said. He said there is a woman there. Living with you.”

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“There is a woman living with me, but I am merely protecting her. She’s been a witness to a murder and I am keeping her safe. That’s how you raised me, right?” “I didn’t raise you to let crime come to your door, nyet?” “No crime has come to my door. Should I throw her out?” “No, Viktor you should let the police handle it.” “The murder was in my neighborhood. I don’t like these things in my back yard. I want to handle it. You need to stop

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worrying. I am not a small mal'chik anymore. I am a grown man.” “I don’t care how old you are, Viktor. I worry. I am your mother so I will worry forever about you.” He heard Alia in the shower. Singing. He hoped his mother couldn’t hear her. She had a beautiful voice. Why was she tending bar and not singing in a nightclub? Hm. Then he remembered that she was in there naked. And soapy. He wanted to rush his mother off the phone so he could join Alia. To be naked and soapy with her.

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“You shouldn’t, Mama. You have a full life with your friends. Your sons, we are all good. Because of you. You should enjoy yourself.” “I want to meet this woman.” “She’ll probably be gone soon. Once the threat is over.” No way was he going to have Alia and his mother meet. No. His mother was not the most open-minded woman and she might have a problem with Alia’s skin color. What a stupid thing to worry about, but he was more American than his mother.

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“Then bring her soon.” “I’ll think about it, Mama. She works. I work. We have to coordinate.” “Make it happen, then tell me when. I’ll cook Borscht. Is she a good Russian girl?” He chuckled. His mother knew that he wasn’t looking to get married and that he wasn’t going to settle down with a Russian girl. He’d settle down with whomever he fell in love with. “She isn’t Russian. She isn’t from the club.” “That’s not good, Viktor. You should stick to your own kind.”

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“Variety is the spice of life, Mama.” He heard his mother sigh. “Viktor, you put a strain on my heart.” She always tried guilt, but he knew she was healthier than he was. She’d survived worse that her son dating someone she didn’t approve of. But he wasn’t dating Alia. He was merely fucking her. Even less of a reason for his mother to meet her. “I must go Mama. I have a business to run.”

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“I will call again if plans are not made, Konfetka.” He knew she would badger him until she met Alia. Well, she might have to badger this time, because he wasn’t planning on bringing her around. There were women you had sex with and women you married. He wasn’t in the market for the latter, so Alia would have to be the former. He’d made no promises when he slept with her. “Spokoynoy nochi. Mama.” “Good night to you, too Viktor. I want a date.”

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He disconnected and dropped the phone on his nightstand. His mother was a force of nature and he loved her very much. She was the only woman he loved. He often wondered what she would be like if he did end up marrying. Would she be a good mother-in-law?

Or

would

she

be

overbearing? No matter. That wasn’t happening anytime, if ever. His attention turned back to his bathroom. The shower was still running. He bet he could slip in there and they could have

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shower sex. He’d have enough time to get to the nightclub. Hopefully, she wouldn’t be late for work. He didn’t knock, but strode into his bathroom. Alia was soapy. He’d like to lick off that soap. She smiled when he slid the shower door open. “Hi,” she said. “Hi, I came to get the spots you missed.” “Did I miss any?” “I’m sure I’ll find some.”

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Then he captured her lips in his, leaving no doubt that he would be thorough.

Chapter Six Arkady walked Alia to work and she introduced him to Jess. They hit it off and made a date. Her night was filled with men hitting on her and one woman hitting on her. Sorry. No thanks. She liked men, but not the ones who were drunk and trying to paw her. She had to think about college. She was going to go. Her brother would be proud. He was in college and due to graduate in a year. She’d be behind him, but she’d still

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get an education. Better to have it later, than not at all. As she served drinks, Alia wondered what her brother Deion would think about Viktor. Would they ever meet? Probably not. He wouldn’t be back for summer vacation for a few weeks. That was assuming he didn’t get an internship. Either way, their paths would probably not cross. That might be just as well. Deion was protective of her even though he was younger. He might think Viktor was taking advantage.

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Finally the night waned. The clock was telling her closing time was soon. She was the last one left. The waitresses had gone home half an hour ago. She had to close up the place. Now there were only two customers in the bar and she’d already given them last call. They were two of her favorites. A couple who had met at the club. As she wiped down the bar, the man stood, then knelt and asked his date to marry him. The woman squealed and agreed. “So romantic,” Alia said.

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Would that ever happen to her? She doubted it. She wasn’t in the market for a romance. Just sex. And Viktor was doing a good job providing that. She congratulated the couple, gave them a bottle of champagne on the house, and they headed out of the bar. She locked the door behind them. She yawned as she counted the till. Today she’d have to make a deposit. At least she’d have a bodyguard, even though the bank was only two doors away.

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She was tired. She wanted to go home and sleep. The afternoon activities had caught up with her. At least she’d be sleeping in Viktor’s bed tonight. He could wake her up when he came home from the club. A smile blossomed on her face. Though she had no idea what would happen once the murderers were caught. This was probably just a fling. She could keep it just sex. That would be fine with her. He’d still pay for college, she’d bet. She locked up the money in a safe, then counted the deposit once more. The

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place was a little creepy with no one in it. Ever since she witnessed the murder, she’d been jumpy. Even though she knew the place was locked, she still checked the doors. Money was done. The dishwasher was running. She had to wait for Arkady. Trash. She had to put out the trash. Damn. The dumpster was right outside the back door. She could throw it in or she could wait for Arkady. She just wanted it done and be able to leave when he arrived.

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She had more than one bag and she’d have to make more than one trip. She sighed. Dilemma. She chose to make a few trips and be ready for him. On her second trip out, she saw the man. He was lurking. She ran back into the bar, but not before he used his foot to stop the door from closing. Her only recourse was to go out the front. Arkady would not see her, so she was on her own. She grabbed her purse as she went by, knocking over tables. They’d be obstacles. She went out the front door. She’d text her

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boss later that the bar was unlocked. The only thing to steal was the alcohol. Out on the street, she realized she’d fallen into a trap. The other man was waiting out front. “Well, hello, there,” he said. Without thinking, she kicked him in the balls and ran. She was going to go for Viktor’s place, but she’d never get in. She knew the door was locked. Nor did she want to lead the men to his place. She ran instead to the subway station. She heard a train rumbling into the station stop.

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She jumped the turnstile and hopped in a car just as the doors were closing. She saw the men reach the bottom of the steps as the train pulled away. They couldn’t follow her. Did they even know who she was? She doubted it. She settled onto a seat. She would go home for tonight and call Viktor when she arrived. She’d be okay. Safe. They wouldn’t come into her neighborhood. Too dangerous. She finally caught her breath, but she didn’t think she’d relax until she was inside

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her apartment. Yes, there were shooting and muggings, but it was home to her. She walked the half block from the station to her building. No one bothered her. No one followed her. Her apartment smelled a little musty as it had been closed up for a few days. She wanted to take a shower, but didn’t feel safe enough yet. She waited to see if anyone found her. Would there be a knock on the door? And then there was. She looked out the peep hole. It was them. She gathered her

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stuff and climbed out on the fire escape. Didn’t they have anyone out here? Nope. She ran back to the subway and took it back to Viktor’s. Hopefully she hadn’t worried him. Arkady must be frantic by now. Her cell phone rang, but she was afraid to stop and answer it. She turned it off and then boarded the next train. How did those guys know where to find her? She puzzled over that as she returned to Viktor’s. ***

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Viktor whistled as he walked to the bar whew Alia worked He wasn’t out this time of night very often. The club was in full swing, but he knew he could count on his employees to take care of any problems. He’d left Sacha in charge. His brother couldn’t screw this up. The back door to the bar was ajar. Oh shit. He opened it fully and listened. He couldn’t hear anyone. Damn. Where was Alia? He tiptoed into the back of the bar and still heard no one. When he looked at

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the front of the house, he saw tables and chairs knocked over. What the hell had happened? Where was Alia? His heart rate ratcheted up a notch. Something had happened here. “Alia?” No answer. He checked the bathroom in case she was hiding. No Alia. He checked his watch. He had a meeting in half an hour. He couldn’t go look for her. “Damn.” He glanced out the front door, but saw no sign of her. He wasn’t ready to call the

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cops, but he would if he didn’t find her. He strode back to his place. He barked for Arkady. “I can’t find Alia. Go find her.” Arkady didn’t hesitate. He went out the door. Viktor hadn’t even given him any idea where she might be. He didn’t know. Viktor knew he’d pace. If he could have postponed the business meeting, he would have. Instead, he met with the man who supplied him with the best Russian vodka to serve in his club. If Viktor ran a normal bar,

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this wouldn’t be important, but his club members wanted to have a taste of home. They didn’t care what it cost. But in order to have it supplied, Viktor had to meet with the man and give him cash every month. He’d postponed once before and the man refused to deliver any vodka for a month. His members had been unhappy. He looked over the dance floor. The party was in full swing. Russian techno music. Viktor didn’t understand it, but he knew what his customers wanted.

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He paced around his office. “You are very worried about some girl who is going to leave soon,” Sacha said. He didn’t need his brother’s input on this. “You’re not helping.” “I am helping. You need to put your dick back in your pants and think about your club. What if those guys decide to make trouble for you?” “What trouble can they make? I run a clean business. A little cash here and there with some distributors. I report all of my earnings. I pay taxes. I have correct licenses.”

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“Still. Remember the stories of cops in Russia.” He settled behind his desk. He didn’t want to appear nervous to the person he was meeting. “This is America.” “I doubt it is different.” “You see too many criminal cases in your job,” Viktor said. Why else would his brother be so cynical? Viktor’s phone buzzed. He answered it. “Hello?”

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He’d hoped it was Arkady. It wasn’t. The man he was meeting with was here. “Send him up.” He hung up and looked at his brother. “Time to go.” “I know. You don’t want to me to see in case anything illegal happens.” “I’m protecting you, Sacha.” “Fine. There’s a lovely woman at the bar and I want to introduce myself .z” “Good luck.” His brother glanced over his shoulder as he left. “Luck plays no part in it.”

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Ah to be twenty again and so sure of himself. Viktor was well past thirty and wasn’t so sure of anything anymore. Well, maybe his prowess in bed. In that he knew he was legendary. A soft knock sounded and then a man stepped into Viktor’s office. He was a short man who liked his vodka and his Borscht. Too much of both, from the man’s stomach and his permanently red face. He was known as Oleg. Still, he imported the best Russian vodka around. And only a few clubs could get

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it. Viktor had felt it a victory when he’d scored an account with this distributor. He suspected the man had Russian Mafia connections, but he wasn’t sure. He wouldn’t ask, either. The less he knew the better. He shook Oleg’s hand. “Privetstvuyu. Good to see you, old friend.” Oleg smiled. “Da, staryy drug. Good to speak the mother tongue.” “Yes, but we are American now right? We speak English,” Viktor said.

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He liked both languages for different reasons, but it was nice to stretch his tongue and speak Russian once in a while. If he really needed to, he could go down to the bar. Anyone would talk with him. They knew he was the owner. They knew he was rich. He’d had many a Russian girl throw herself at him. None of them had interested him. He’d taken a few up on their offers of sex, but that was it. The two men sat. They had to banter for a few minutes before getting down to business. Viktor pulled a bottle from his

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bottom drawer. He offered some to Oleg who nodded. “To Mother Russia,” Oleg said after Viktor poured them both a shot. They drank it down. Now Viktor wanted a sauna and then to run into the cold river. That was how business was conducted where they came from. Not in America. Now they sat across the desk from each other. Viktor’s mind drifted to Alia as Oleg told him a story of their country. He’d heard the story before, but it would be rude to tell

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the man that. Viktor hoped he’d hear from Arkady soon. He was worried about Alia. Something had obviously happened at the bar. He hoped she’d made it out safely, but he wondered what had stopped her from coming straight here. Oleg finished his story and Viktor laughed in the right spot. Now they could get down to business. Viktor hated the dance he had to do. Americans were much more straightforward in their business dealings. You did the deal, shook on it and you were done.

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None of this tap-dancing, but Viktor would do it to get that vodka. He sighed, but it wasn’t time to bring out the money yet. That was a negotiation, too. * Alia boarded the subway car and the hairs on her neck went up. Someone was watching her, but the only person in the car was a cop. Not that she felt safer with the cop there, but she shouldn’t have felt this creeped out. She moved to another car. There were more people here. Safety in numbers. The

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cop followed her. So he wasn’t the one she was worried about. Why? She hadn’t done anything wrong. Was he a dirty cop? In league with the bad guys? He approached her, but she refused to make eye contact. He was going to work for this. “Hi,” he said. She glanced up at him. “Hi.” “Is everything okay?” She smiled. “Yes, just tired.”

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She wasn’t up to anything. She shouldn’t feel guilty. Keeping his gaze, she didn’t blink. He did. He moved on, but she was still not sure what he was doing. Was he a real cop? He left the car and she decided she was just being paranoid. Where she came from, people didn’t talk to cops. That’s why she’d been so hesitant to tell them about the murder she’d seen. The

odd

feeling

she

was

being

watched didn’t leave with the cop. Looking around, she couldn’t see anyone interested in

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her. Two stops later, she ran off at the last second. No one followed. No one could have. She waited on the platform for the next train. She was jumpy. Had been since leaving Viktor’s place earlier. Maybe she needed to take a few days off. She texted her boss about the bar. He wasn’t happy, but she couldn’t help it. She’d been threatened. Or at least felt threatened. She hopped on the next train. When she arrived at Penn Station, she saw two cops when she disembarked.

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Were they everywhere? She’d not seen so many cops on this trek, ever. Okay. She was just paranoid. She walked past them to find her next train. They didn’t follow. Just chatted to each other. Okay. They were not interested in her. She blew out a breath. This had been a harrowing trip back to Viktor’s apartment. Once on the next train, she saw that he had called. She called him, but it went to voicemail. “I’m okay. I’m on my way back to you. Will explain when I get there.”

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She hung up. Must be a busy night at the club. When she got off at the stop closest to the club, she saw something suspicious. A cop. She’d never seen a cop on the platform. Ever. This was a pretty safe neighborhood so they didn’t patrol on foot. She’d seen them in cars. “Miss Jefferson?” How the hell did he know her name? That was not good. “No.” She walked past him, but he grabbed her arm. “Miss Jefferson. Come with me.”

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The last thing she was doing was getting into a cop car. “Am

I

being

charged

with

something?” “Just come with me.” “Give me a reason.” “If you cooperate, you’ll be fine.” The words chilled her. She tugged on her arm. He didn’t let go. She tugged harder, then slugged him with her purse. He yelped, but let go. She ran down the steps turning in the direction of the club. Hopefully a bouncer

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would be close to the door and they could let her in. She had no time to call ahead. The cop ran after her. “Hey!” She glanced back. He was gaining on her. She slipped into an alley that she knew had another exit. He followed. She faked left then turned right out of the alley and ran into a wall. She bounced off the person, but he caught her. “Alia.” She looked up into Arkady’s face. She’d never been so happy to see anyone.

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“There’s a cop chasing me. I don’t think he wants to give me a citizenship award,” she said. Arkady shifted her behind him as the cop emerged from the alley. The man stopped in his tracks, eyeing the large Russian. “Good evening officer. Can I help you?” The cop looked him up and down. “No, I’m fine. Guess it was a case of mistaken identity.”

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Alia watched from behind the large man as the cop turned away from them, then strode away. She finally let out a breath. “Thank you, Arkady.” “Boss sent me out to find you.” She smiled up at him. “You did. Just in time. Now take me to the club.” “Yes, ma’am.” She fell into step next to him. Well, tried. He was a large man so she had trouble keeping up with him. “Could you slow down, please?”

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He nodded, then did. They were a few blocks from the club. “Why didn’t you wait for someone to come for you, Alia?” “The man I saw killing someone came into the bar. I never made the night deposit. My boss is mad at me. I had to run out. I was so afraid.” “Why didn’t you come to the club?” “I didn’t want to lead them to you guys.” He stopped, turning to her. “But we can protect you. You’re one of us.”

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She looked up at him. She couldn’t see his face in the darkness, but she could feel the affection from him. “That’s great to hear, Arkady.” “Now let’s get you back. The boss is going nuts.” Going nuts? “Was he worried?” “Of course he was worried. He came to walk you home and you weren’t there.” “Viktor came to walk me home?” “Yes. He never leaves the club when it’s open, but I guess he wanted to see you. I think he likes you.”

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Alia laughed. “I’m sure it’s not that. He feels responsible for me.” Arkady shook his head. “No, it’s more than that. I’m sure.” She believed that Arkady was reading the situation wrong, but that was okay. At least Viktor had been concerned about her. If she was killed and her body dumped somewhere in Jersey, someone would bring her killer to justice. *** Oleg was chatty. Viktor wanted to look at his phone. It had buzzed. He wanted to see

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if Alia had called. Or Arkady. He couldn’t get his mind off of that little mocha minx. She’d surprised him with her body and now he felt even more responsible for her. His companion droned on. “Shipping costs have risen,” Oleg said. Here it comes. He wants to raise the prices. Viktor was in no mood for this bullshit. The man had raised the price last month. The only problem was he wanted the man out of his office. He wanted to know about Alia.

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None of that would happen until he played the game. “Business is getting tougher and tougher,” Viktor agreed. Maybe if he offered sympathy the man might not gouge him too much. “Well, you don’t really want to hear my tale of woe,” Oleg said. “You want to hear my price.” He gave him the price. Not much over what it was last month, but Viktor had to balk a little. “Not sure that’s a fair price.”

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Viktor knew that not many clubs were willing to pay a premium of the true Russian stuff. Oh, they all bought the usual vodka, but this was made in smaller quantities and was what the natives drank. That’s what put his club above the rest. Viktor wanted the authentic

alcohol.

Not

an

Americanized

version. “What? My costs are rising. You know this? The dollar versus the Ruble, not so good.” Yeah, yeah. He should have made Oleg buy him dinner before he screwed him.

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Viktor didn’t blink. He stared at Oleg, but the man was not backing down. Without a word, Viktor reached into his desk drawer and pulled out an envelope. He’d anticipated the price increase. He didn’t even look at the bills, just slid them across the desk. Hopefully, Oleg would get the hint. He did. The man tucked the envelope into his pocket then rose. “I’m getting the impression you are done with me? You have a woman waiting, heh? No man would rush a business transaction for anything less.”

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Viktor rose. The men shook hands. Oleg left. Viktor let out a sigh. Finally, he could look at his phone. Arkady had sent him a text. He had Alia. He was bringing her up to the apartment. As much as he wanted to run upstairs to see if she was safe, he knew it wasn’t very manly of him to be so eager. So he counted to ten, then left his office for his apartment. His staff could still get a hold of him if necessary. Arkady walked down the steps as Viktor walked up. “She okay?” “A little shook up,” Arkady said.

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“I’ll be here for the rest of the night if anyone needs me,” Viktor said. Arkady nodded and gave him a lopsided grin. Guess everyone knew what he was doing with Alia. She was in the kitchen, holding a glass of scotch in her hand. He strode to her and took her in his arms. She felt like she was in one piece. “You okay?” “I’m just a little shaken up. I had some men chase me.”

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He scooped her up and sat on his couch, with her on his lap. “Tell me. I saw the bar.” “Arkady said you were coming to walk me home,” Alia said. “Yes, I was. I can take care of you almost as well as Arkady. Trust me.” “I trust you.” She burrowed into him further. He liked the feel of her. Soft, but strong. “Good. Where have you been?” “I went to my apartment. I figured I shouldn’t lead them here,” Alia said.

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He put a finger under her chin then pushed her head up so she could look at him. “We can deal with them. I can keep you safe, Alia. Don’t ever doubt that.” “Okay, Viktor.” He leaned down to kiss her and she responded. He lifted her up and took her to his bedroom. He set her on her feet by his bed. He needed to feel her. Skin to skin. He’d been so worried about her. “Yes, Viktor,” she said, as she unbuttoned his shirt. “I need this.”

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Guess she needed to feel alive. Her hands roamed all over him. She ignited fires with each touch. He didn’t think he could ever get enough of Alia. She was young smart, and vibrant. She awoke something in his soul. Something he didn’t want to lose. With a flurry of clothing being removed, they were finally naked. She knelt down in front of him, taking his already erect penis in her mouth. “Oh, Alia.” Her mouth was warm and wet, and oh, my God. What was she doing with her

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tongue? His eyes were going to roll back into his head if she didn’t stop. “I want to be inside of you, Alia. Not your mouth.” Well, he was enjoying being inside of her mouth, but he wanted to feel her breasts against this chest. Feel her skin on his skin. She stopped her ministrations and stood. She hopped onto the bed. He snagged a condom, rolling it onto himself. He covered her body with his, then with his kisses. She moaned and writhed and he couldn’t wait any longer.

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He entered her. Her nails scraped down his back. She wanted this too. He was hard and excited and he couldn’t wait. He thrust into her again and again. She matched him, her body arching into him each time. Damn. Her legs wrapped around him and he was gone. Then she came. Her head thrown back. Her legs tight around him. He thrust to get to his own climax. Lights exploded behind his eyes. Her moaning spurred him on and he thrust until he was spent, then flopped onto her.

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He couldn’t move for a moment, and thankfully, she didn’t ask him to.

Chapter 7 Alia answered her phone. Viktor was still asleep so she took it into the bathroom. He’d worked hard last night, then went back to the club. Letting her sleep. “Hello?” “This is Detective Clark. We think we’ve found the body of the man who you saw being killed. We need you to identify it.” She cringed. “Where do I need to go?” He gave her the address. “How soon can you be down here?”

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“It will take me at least an hour.” “We’ll see you then.” When she turned Viktor was in the doorway. Naked. God, he was a beautiful man. His look was predatory almost. Not scary, but as if he’d sensed that she might need him. He should be sleeping. He didn’t lean. He stood, as if at the ready. “Who was that?” “The cops. They want me to identify a body. They think it is the man that I saw shot.”

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She settled on the edge of the tub, the porcelain cold on her naked butt. She didn’t care. She needed to sit down for this. Looking at a dead body. Last night she’d forgotten about the murder. Forgotten about being in danger. Viktor was good at redirecting her. And he was damn good in bed. If he kept treating her like this, she might fall in love. She shouldn’t do that. He sat down next to her, putting his arm around her shoulders. “I can go with you.”

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She let out a breath. Some part of her had been hoping he would say that. She couldn’t ask. It wasn’t in her nature. She’d been on her own with her brother for many years. “I’d like that.” He kissed the side of her head. “Get in the shower. I’ll get the coffee started.” He left her. She watched him walk away. He had a nice butt. Firm and round. She suddenly wanted to bite it. She shook herself. When she left the shower, Viktor took his and Alia sipped coffee. She was making

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eggs when he finished. His shirt was undone and untucked. This was the most casual she’d seen him except when he was naked. They ate breakfast then left for the morgue. His driver drove them, of course. Alia didn’t think she’d get used to that, but it beat public transportation. The morgue was quiet. When they entered the lobby, a man sat behind a window. Viktor took charge. Of course, he did, but in this instance, Alia didn’t mind. She sat on a plastic chair.

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“We’re meeting Detective Louis here,” he told the man. “He’ll be right out.” Viktor sat on the chair next to her. He took her hand in both of his. “You okay? You up to this?” “I’d rather get it over with.” He nodded as if he understood. She appreciated that. Guess he was her silver lining in all of this. She suspected he would tire of her and she’d be gone. Time to enjoy herself while she was still in his good graces.

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A door opened and the detective looked out. He motioned for them to follow. Alia didn’t let go of Viktor’s hand. She held it as if it were a lifeline. Right now it was. Her breathing became shallow and the smell wrinkled her nose. She hadn’t thought about the smell. Her stomach wanted to give up its contents so she breathed through her mouth. The detective stopped in the hallway. He pulled out a jar of something that smelled of menthol. “Here. Put this under your nose.”

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Alia took the jar and did as he directed. It helped. She offered it to Viktor. “I’m fine,” he said. She handed the jar back to the detective. She would do this now. The smell wasn’t in her nose anymore. He led them into a chilled room that had drawers in the wall. Alia tried not to think about all the dead people in there. An attendant opened one and she looked at the guy. She’d thought he was going to get shot in the head, but the shooter

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had shot him in the chest. His face was more intact than she’d thought. “Is this man you saw?” the detective asked. “Yes.” She turned away and into Viktor’s body. He held her tight. “Is that all you need?” “Yes,” someone said. Viktor led her out of the room. She wanted to throw up, but was better when they reached the outside. The sun was high in the sky.

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“Do you work tonight?” Viktor said as he led her to his car. “No. Can we just stand in the sunshine for a moment?” she said. “You want to walk? I think there’s a park down the road.” “Yes, please.” He signaled his driver that they’d be right back. He put his arm around her shoulders and led her to a green space on the next block. They sat on a bench that faced some flowers.

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“I guess I’d forgotten the reality of my situation.” She looked up at him. “You’ve made your home such a sanctuary. I really do appreciate it.” “I know. You’re welcome to stay as long as you like. I enjoy having you around.” She wondered if he’d still pay for her college. He’d offered it before they slept together. “I was thinking about taking an online college course. That way I could get started sooner.”

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That way she’d finish sooner. Now that she knew what she wanted, she could begin working toward it. “That would be fine. Tell me what I need to do to pay for it,” he said. “Are there strings attached?” He chuckled. “No, my offer stands whether you spend your nights in my bed or not.” Good. She blew out a breath. “I’m better. We can go home now.” “You hungry?” “Not yet.”

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“Okay. Since you aren’t working tonight we can have dinner together. I can have Chef cook something special.” She smiled. “That would be nice.” *** Chef outdid himself. Viktor surveyed the food on the table. Alia sat across from him and he didn’t want to be anywhere else. Okay, not true. He’d rather be between her thighs, but they did have to eat sometime. She’d talked to her brother on the phone and Viktor wanted to know more about the young man.

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Viktor poured Alia some wine. She sipped. “What is this?” “It’s a Bordeaux.” “Nice. Fruity,” she said. He’d have to teach her about wine. “The club is closed on Sunday. I wondered if you’d be interested in going for a wine tasting. There are a few vineyards outside the city we could hit. We have a driver, so no worries about how much we consume.” “I’ve never been. That sounds like fun.”

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He smiled as her eyes lit up. He could share so much with her. It would be fun. He’d never wanted to do that with anyone he’d taken to bed. Usually, he took then out to dinner or had dinner in. Not much else. The women never seemed to mind, but all of those relationships had expiration dates. He felt in his heart that Alia was different. She was more independent than any Russian woman. He didn’t think she’d put up with his Russian ways, but that was okay. This was America and his mother had taught them to retain some things from their

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heritage, but be American, also. That’s why he could still speak Russian. “Good. We’ll do it.” “You don’t mind leaving the city?” she said. “Once in a while. I do like the country, I just couldn’t live there. I enjoy the hustle of Manhattan. Do you get out of the city much?” “No, I’ve lived my whole life in one of the boroughs of New York.” “Then we’ll have to expand your horizons.”

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She nodded. “The food looks amazing, Viktor. Thanks so much for this. Especially today.” He flashed her a grin. “I’m happy to do it. You have a sadness in your eyes. You’ve probably seen more life than most.” She rubbed the stem of her wineglass. He’d made her sad. He shouldn’t have reminded her. “Tell me about your brother,” he said. “Deion is smart. He’s studying engineering. He got a partial scholarship and thankfully, gets some aid. I help him with

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books and extras,” she said. “He’ll be home soon.” “You miss him?” “I do.” “You’ll go back to your apartment?” “I don’t know. It depends on if he has an internship. He’s up for one that will provide him housing since it is out of state,” she said. Her face became animated when she talked about her brother. He’d like to keep that look on her face. Maybe forever. Alia

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was getting under his skin. He just hadn’t decided if that was good or bad. He’d never thought about marrying or even having a permanent girlfriend. Those thoughts entered his mind the more he spent time with Alia. He didn’t know what her plans were other than college, so he should probably wait to mention anything else. He didn’t want to scare her away. She was smart and beautiful. “What does he want to do?” Viktor sipped his wine as he waited for her answer. For once in his life, he didn’t

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want to take that short trek down to his office. For one night, he didn’t want to go to his club. He wished he could put his life on hold for a time and just spend time in those dark brown eyes. They looked like ganache. So dark, he couldn’t see her pupils. Maybe if he spent time there, he’d erase the sadness she saw in them. “He wants to design bridges.” “That’s a noble calling. Someone has to, right?” “Yes.” “How did he get interested in that?”

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“I don’t know. I think my mother found him some Legos at Salvation Army. He built so many things out of those blocks. Just seemed like a natural fit to be an engineer.” She leaned back in her chair, her hand on her stomach. She’d cleaned her plate. “You liked dinner?” “I did.” She raised her glass to him. “You spoil me.” “Someone should spoil you.” She cocked her head. “Why?”

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“Because every woman should have someone to spoil them. Treat them well. I’m guessing you haven’t been treated that way.” She shook her head. “Not really. I haven’t had too many relationships. I’ve been busy raising Deion.” “Sounds like your job is almost over. He will get a good job and be on his own.” “I know. I’ll miss him. Part of me will be relieved.” “Does he have plans to move?” “He should.” “Then what will you do?”

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She shrugged. “I’ll still be going to school. Hopefully I’ll be able to get myself out of the Bronx when I graduate.” He admired her ambition. Russian men treated Russian women as if they could only be wives. He preferred a woman to be a partner. Not a dependent. He’d been dating Russian women, which his mother preferred, but he clearly didn’t. He didn’t want a woman who just wanted to stay home and pop out babies. He wanted someone to go through life with him. Have a career that she

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could give up or get back to after she had kids. A woman who has never had a job, wouldn’t understand his. That would lead to tension. “I have no doubt, given the right opportunities, you’ll do well in life. You’re still young.” “College will give me options I didn’t know I had,” Alia said. “Yes, it will.” Alia stood, taking her plate with her. “Sit. I’ll clear.”

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She looked at him with an odd look on her face. “I’d rather help. I’m not used to someone waiting on me.” He shrugged. “You wash. I’ll dry and put away since I know where everything goes.” “Fair enough.” “Did you look into online college?” he asked as she filled the sink. “Yes, I did. I can show you what I’ve chosen after we’re done.” *

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Alia’s phone woke her. Viktor must have gone to work. They’d made love again and he left her sleeping. “Hello?” “Alia.” “Deion?” He didn’t sound good. She was fully awake that second and sitting up the big bed. “What’s wrong?” “I had a visit from someone.” “Who?” “Two men. They gave me a message to give to you,” he said.

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Her blood chilled. That meant the men knew who she was. If they connected Deion to her they had more resources then she’d given them credit for. She was safe because of Viktor, but now her brother wasn’t. “What did they say?” “That they would find you and kill you if you testified. What do they mean?” She hadn’t shared the story of the murder with her brother. He didn’t even know she was living with Viktor. She sighed. Guess she had to come clean.

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“Let me tell you what’s been going on.” She told him the events of the past few weeks. He listened in silence. “How much do you know about Viktor?” he said. Of course he’d feel protective. “I don’t know much, but he’s been keeping me safe. He’s the good guy in this, Deion.” “So where should I go when I’m done here?”

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“That’s a good question. I don’t think the apartment is safe. Not if they found you at school. Did they hurt you?” He paused. She didn’t like that pause. “No, I’m fine. I was more worried about you, Alia.” “I’m okay. I’m safe. Did you get that internship?” “Yes, I did. It’s in New Jersey.” “Then you should be safe there.” She hoped. Deion had to get away from all of this. She didn’t want to ask Viktor

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for help, but she might need to. She didn’t have the funds to help him. “What do I do with my stuff?” Good point. “Let me ponder this and I’ll call you back tomorrow. I might have a solution.” They disconnected. Alia dressed and wound her way down to Viktor’s office. He was staring out over the club when she entered. No one else was in the room. He smiled when he saw her. “Couldn’t sleep?”

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“I got a call from my brother,” she said. She sat in the chair in front of his desk. She wasn’t good at asking for help. This was hard. “And?” “Two men visited him and threatened me if I testified,” she said. “You do know that you are safe here.” “I know that. I’m worried about Deion. They were able to track him down in Massachusetts. They went all the way there to get to me.”

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Viktor rubbed his chin. “I see. That’s an issue. I’m guessing that this killing was not random. That it was an organized killing.” “Guess they didn’t expect anyone to be walking by at that moment.” If only she hadn’t looked that way. They might have waited until she was past and she’d have never known what happened. On the other hand, she would never have met Viktor. “No, they didn’t. Now they’re trying to tie up that loose end.”

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“By going through my brother. I’m scared for him, Viktor. He has an internship in Jersey, but I have nowhere to put his stuff. I can’t trust the apartment anymore.” Viktor walked around the desk then leaned on it. “We’ll figure this out. I have a friend who has a storage facility. We can put your brother’s stuff there. I can have it moved there when he’s done.” She let out a breath. Of course, Viktor would jump in and save the day. “What would I do without you?”

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He leaned closer to her. “I’m hoping you don’t find out anytime soon.” She laughed. “I’m sorry to bother you while you’re working.” “My door is always open to you, Alia. It’s fine.” “Thank you, Viktor.” He pulled her to her feet and embraced her. She felt safe. Warm. Loved. Her silver lining. Now she had to get her brother safe and she’d be happy. “You want a drink to help you sleep?” he said in her ear.

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“Pour me some of your vodka.” “Yeah?” “Let’s try this stuff.” He let her go then pulled two shot glasses out of his desk. He poured from a bottle into the glasses before handing one to her. She sniffed it. “Smells potent.” “It is, but we drink this from a young age so we are used to it.” “They put it in your bottles?” He chuckled. “Something like that. Drink it slowly at first.”

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Not wanting to be a wimp, Alia drank the whole shot. It burned. All the way down to her stomach. She was sure she’d probably feel it in her intestines, too. She coughed. Then coughed again until it was a full grown fit. She couldn’t help herself. Viktor put a hand on her arm, but there was nothing he could do. She had to cough it out. “Damn,” she said finally. “I told you to drink it slowly.” “I know, but I didn’t want to be a wimp.”

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“You were rewarded by coughing,” he said. He took her glass from her. “Refill?” She put up a hand. “One was enough. I think I’ll sleep now.” He leaned down and kissed her cheek. “Sweet dreams, Alia.” She didn’t stop smiling until she crawled back into bed. Even then she kept thinking about how wonderful Viktor was. Then someone knocked on the front door. Alia hesitated before she walked into

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the living room. How had someone gotten up here? Must be a drunk who was lost. She looked through the peephole. A woman stood there. Alia couldn’t see anyone else. The woman pounded on the door this time. “Let me in.” Alia opened the door. The woman pushed her way in, but she was alone. “What do you want? Who are you?” The woman gave Alia the once over. “Who am I? I’m Viktor’s wife.” ***

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Sacha flew into Viktor’s office. “She’s here.” Viktor looked up from the payroll he was doing. “Who?” “Olga.” Viktor stood. Olga Novovich was the last person he wanted to see right now. She was the last person he needed in his club or his life. Arkady had always had a soft spot of her. He must have let her in. “Where?” “I think she went to your apartment.” “Did you see her?”

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“No, Arkady told me,” Sacha said. Shit. The last thing he needed was for Alia to meet Olga. The girl had no idea about boundaries and Viktor had broken up with her months ago. For the third time. Olga was his favorite mistake. He’d gone back to her twice. The last time he left, he was sure it was his final time. Now she was back. In his apartment. As if she owned the place. He thought she’d returned her key, but maybe she didn’t. Thinking of damage control, he hiked up the

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steps to his apartment. He found Olga and Alia in his living room. From the look on Alia’s face, Olga had said something about being married. They weren’t. They’d been engaged. Nothing more. He’d broken that off. “Olga?” Viktor said. She spun around and put a huge smile on her face. She came toward him, but then he put up his hands. “You shouldn’t be here.” She put her hands on her hips. “But, Viktor.”

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“No. Leave, Olga. You do not belong here.” He looked around the woman to eye Alia. “Whatever she said is a lie.” “She said you’re married. And that she’s carrying your child.” “No, she’s lying. She does that.” “I’m thinking I’d better find another place to stay tonight,” Alia said. She stalked out of the room. Shit. Shit. Shit. “Leave. Olga.” “Let her go, Sweetie. We can get reacquainted then.”

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She again tried to put her arms around him. He pushed her away. “Go, Olga. Go wait in my office.” The woman pouted, but she nodded like an obedient Russian girlfriend. He stalked into his bedroom to find Alia packing. Her face held no expression. “Stop, Alia. Don’t go.” She finally looked at him. “I knew you were too good to be true.” “I’m not married. I swear.” “That’s not what Olga seems to think,” Alia said.

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“Where will you go?” “Doesn’t matter. I need to be out of here. So your wife can move back in.” “She isn’t my wife.” “She showed me her engagement ring.” She kept that? He figured she’d have hocked it by now. She had no means of support. She’d expected him to make all of the money. “Yes, I was engaged to her.” Viktor’s heart fluttered in his chest. He imagined all sorts of awful scenarios if

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Alia left his protection. He didn’t want her to go. He didn’t to lose her. He certainly didn’t want her to die. What about her brother? He’d promised to help him also. He couldn’t go back on a promise. Viktor’s world was blowing up. All because of Olga. A loose end which shouldn’t be loose. He’d made it clear he didn’t want to see her. Ever again. Now she’d come back and jeopardized his relationship with Alia. The woman who could be his future.

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“Alia, please listen to me. We were engaged. I let her keep the ring. She had no money.” “You didn’t give her any?” “I’d given her a lot at that point. She’s a taker. She isn’t my wife. She probably isn’t even pregnant.” Alia eyed him. She stilled in her packing. “You’re telling me the truth?” “How do you say? Cross my heart, Alia. I’ll get rid of her. You stay. Go back to sleep.”

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She blinked, then nodded. One fire out. “I don’t know what Olga is up to, but I’ll get rid of her,” he said. He left Alia in his bedroom, confident that Alia would be there when he returned. Now he had to face Olga. This was not going to be fun. She sat in his office, a glass of vodka in her hand. Sacha sat behind the desk. They didn’t seem to be happy to see each other. Viktor nodded at Sacha who left them.

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He took his seat behind his desk. He sighed. He’d thought Olga was back in Russia. Not here in New York. She’d always been a thorn in his side. When he was young, the drama had been exciting. Lately, not so much. He craved a little more stability, since he entered his thirties. “Is that your flavor of the month? I’ve never known you do go for the dark chocolate.” “There are many things you don’t know about me, Olga. You were only ever

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interested in my bank account. Not in the person I am.” She shrugged. “You Russian men want someone to dominate. It’s a trade-off.” He wasn’t going to explain himself to her. “You can’t be here. I’m not giving you any money.” “Who says I want money? I’m with child. It’s yours.” “Do the math, Olga. Even if you got pregnant the last time we had sex, you’d be showing by now.”

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shoulder. I’m tall. It’ll be awhile before I show.” “I’m not buying it, Olga. You may be pregnant, but it is not by me,” Viktor said. She wasn’t getting a cent out of him. She pouted. “I need some money, Viktor. Come on. For old times’ sake?” He might not deny her in the end, but she was going to work for this. “The best I can do is give you a job.” “A job? Russian women don’t work.” “Take it or leave it.”

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He knew she wouldn’t take him up on his job offer. “Okay.” His mouth fell open. Shit. Now he’d lose Alia for sure. “You actually want to work?” “It’ll keep me close to you and I’ll have money.” Sacha stuck his head into the office. “Bad news, Viktor. Alia just left the building.”

Chapter 8 Alia has had enough. Something rang true about Olga’s statements. Even if she wasn’t Viktor’s wife, Olga thought she was. Alia didn’t need that kind of drama in her life. She had a place she could go. One that not even Deion knew about. She slipped out the back door of the club. She checked, but no one saw her. Whoever was looking for her didn’t know about this door. She only discovered it by accident.

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Now she walked the alleys to the subway to get to her volunteer job at a shelter. She arrived earlier than usual. Sometimes she helped them with their books. Sometimes she served food. It was one place that was her own and no one could take it from her. She opened the front door and was greeted by a few hellos. Some of the regulars had shown up early for the night. Dinner wouldn’t be served for a few hours. Alia noticed a boy and his mother. She introduced herself to them before she went into

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the office in the back. She could stay there for a few days. She thought that maybe she’d bunk with her brother when he went to his internship. She didn’t know. Her apartment was out of the question. Viktor had lied to her. Well, not lied. He hadn’t told her everything. He hadn’t mentioned Olga. She was done. Tired. She would go back for some clothes when she knew Viktor was at the club. She had enough for a few days. “Hey, girl, been awhile,” Kristin Maxwell, the woman who ran the shelter, said.

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Alia sat down in front of her desk. “I know. I’m sorry. I’ve had some issues.” “Yeah, I know.” “I need to stay here tonight.” The shelter provided beds for its staff in an emergency. If it were to snow or for some reason the staff had to stay more than one night, they could use the beds. “There are several beds free. Is something wrong?” She didn’t want to explain the last few days. They didn’t seem real to her. “Yes, but

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nothing I want to talk about. I haven’t seen that Jeffrey and his mom in months.” “I know. It’s been great. The man who is the Big Brother for Jeffrey has been helping them financially. Guess he’s been busy and she couldn’t get a hold of him. He’s supposed to pick up Jeffrey. I’m sure he’ll help them.” “Nice to see such generous people here.” “You look a little ragged. You want to talk? I’ll listen without judgment.” She smiled at Kristin. “Might be nice to get it off my chest. I witnessed a murder.”

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“Holy shit.” Kristin reached for the office door and closed it. “We need privacy.” Alia nodded then continued her story. “The killers saw me. I hid out in a nightclub and the owner took me under his wing. We ended up becoming lovers and then this woman showed up insisting she was his wife. Seemed like a good time to get out of there.” “Did you take any clothes with you?” “Just what fit into a backpack. I’ll go back later for more. When I know he isn’t there.” “Won’t someone see you?”

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“They will, but hopefully, I can charm them into giving me a head start. I don’t really want to hear this man lie to me.” “I’m so sorry, Alia.” “What’s worse is he offered to pay for college for me. I would study accounting. I doubt he will now, but I don’t want to be beholden to him,” Alia said. She already missed Viktor even though she was mad at him. Why hadn’t he told her he was married? She might still have gone to bed with him. She could have at least made an informed decision.

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Men. “I’m back to square one.” “You should try to find financial aid again. If you aren’t qualified, then who is?” Kristin said. Alia had thought about it, but the experience had been humiliating. She didn’t know that much about aid. She hope that maybe her brother could help her. That would have to wait. Hopefully, she could hang onto her current job.

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“I guess. I need to find a better job, but I’m not qualified for anything. I only have experience bartending.” “Let me think about this. There has to be a solution.” The front doorbell rang. Later in the day, the shelter locked the front door. “It’s early for our regulars. Was it getting cold?” Alia shook her head. “No. Want me to go get it?” “You okay to do it?” “Sure.”

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“Might be Jeffrey’s Big Brother. He was able to call him and tell him where he was,” Kristin said. “I hope so. Then they won’t’ have to spend a night here.” She left Kristin to her paperwork. She’d get to her own once this errand was done. She’d take solace in the numbers. Even if the bottom balance was never good. They needed an influx of cash. Badly. The state and city aid hadn’t materialized. Everyone was cutting costs.

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The front door was actually two doors and there was a camera mounted, so that whoever opened the door could see who was there before anything happened. This was especially important at night. Alia looked at the camera feed. She blinked. It looked like Viktor. How had he found her? No one knew about her work at this shelter. No one. Did he have her followed? She hadn’t noticed anyone suspicious. Damn him. She wanted to hide in the office and let Kristin deal with him, but she was no

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coward. She was pissed that he was going to invade this part of her life. Why? Couldn’t he just let her go? She’d be fine. She had this place if she needed to hide. Even if she had to get to work, she could still hide here at night. She would be safe. No one could get through the metal doors. No one. And cops came by regularly because they found homeless people who needed the shelter’s beds. She yanked open both doors. “What are you doing here?” ***

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Viktor couldn’t have been more surprised and relieved to see Alia. He’d been going out of his mind since he realized that she’d left. Damn Olga, claiming to be his wife. Viktor had sent everyone he could out to look for her. She’d disappeared. And now she reappeared at the shelter where he was picking up his Little Brother. Jeffrey’s mother had called and told him that they had been evicted. Besides looking for Alia, Viktor had to find a place for Jeffrey and his mother.

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He’d secured a small studio apartment and he’d paid the security deposit and the first month’s rent. They would have a roof over their heads while waiting for subsidized housing. “I’m here to pick up Jeffrey.” “Jeffrey?” Alia glanced over her shoulder. “You’re Jeffrey’s Big Brother?” “Yes.” She stepped back to let him in, a puzzled look on her face. “So you didn’t find me here?”

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“No, that is a coincidence. A happy one.” He took her hand. “I’m glad you’re here. I have to get Jeffrey and his mother into their new apartment, but I want to bring you back home.” “Home?” “Back to my place.” She crossed her arms. “And Olga? Your wife?” He stepped towards her, but she put up her hands. “Olga is not my wife.” “She seems to think so.”

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“Please believe me, she isn’t. When I was a younger man, we were engaged. I broke it off before we got to the altar. She’s never forgiven me. She’s desperate.” “That’s not my problem.” “No, it isn’t, but it doesn’t concern you. Or have any effect on us.” “Us?” “Alia. You know there’s something between us. Please, let me take care of Jeffrey and I’ll be back.” He stared at her, wishing he could see inside her brain. He wasn’t ready to lose Alia. He

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had to see this thing through with her. Wherever they went. Some part of him knew this and he had to listen to it. She relaxed her shoulders. “I have work to do. If you’re here when I’m done, maybe we’ll talk.” She turned away from him. His heart went with her. A heart that he had never given to anyone. He wasn’t sure she wanted it. He looked at Jeffrey and his mother, Rhea. “You ready? My car is outside.” He gathered their things and led them outside. His mind was with Alia. Would she

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come back? He had to protect her. It was his responsibility. And the rumblings he was hearing from the street indicated that this situation was bigger than either one of them thought. She was in greater danger than she knew. He had to tell her so she’d take precautions and let him keep her safe. The way he could with his money and his fortress. He didn’t want to lock her away, but he needed Alia to be safe.

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“How did you find a place so quickly?” Rhea asked him. “It wasn’t hard. You should be good for the month.

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neighborhood.” “Viktor, you are so good to us,” Rhea said. “How can I ever repay you?” “You don’t need to. Do something nice for someone else when you get on your feet.” The drive stopped at an apartment building that rose high into the air. Cops often put people in this place to keep them safe before they testified. Viktor knew the manager of

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the building, and he told him that there was on empty apartment. Viktor paid up front. He knew he could trust this manager. He brought them up in a carpeted elevator. He settled them in. “Where are we going today, Viktor?” Jeffrey said. “We’ll go to the park and fly kites.” “Jeffrey, let Viktor go for this one. He got us this nice apartment.” “No, Rhea. I have the time. Let me take him outside. You can get yourselves settled.” He

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fished into his pocket and came up with a gift card. “Here’s so you can get some food.” Rhea just smiled. Viktor took the boy back down to the car and then they drove to a park. Viktor had kites in the trunk. “Have you ever flown a kite before, Viktor?” “Not in a long time. I did when I was a boy. We’ll learn together.” Viktor spent the afternoon with the boy, but Alia was never far from his thoughts. Could he convince her to come back home with him? He’d tell her about Olga. Everything. Things his mother didn’t know.

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When the day ended, Viktor brought the boy back to his mother. She had made cookies. “Take some,” she said, shoving a box into his hands. They smelled of chocolate and his childhood. He was transported back to his grandmother’s kitchen in Russia. “Thank you.” “Can I have one, Mom?” “Wash your hands then you can have one. Save your appetite for dinner,” she said. The boy rushed off. Viktor wished he still had that much energy. He was tired himself

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and wanted to go home and take a nap before the club opened tonight. “You want a cup of coffee?” Rhea asked. He often chatted with the woman for a few minutes just to see how Jeffrey was doing at school. Not today. He wanted to get back to talk to Alia. He had to convince her that there was nothing to what Olga said. Olga was his past. “I don’t have time today,” Viktor said. Rhea nodded. “You have to fix things with that girl.” “Was I that obvious?”

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“You clearly feel something for her. She’s important to you.” “Yes, she is. I have to make things right with her. Hopefully she will see that it is just a misunderstanding.” “You love her?” Interesting question. Viktor wasn’t sure he could answer it. “I better go find her. I won’t rest until I fix this.” “Good luck, Viktor. If she didn’t feel something for you, she wouldn’t be upset.” Viktor held onto those words as his driver took him back to the shelter.

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*

Alia spent the afternoon doing the books for the shelter. It took her that long because her mind kept straying to Viktor. Had she misjudged him? Had she overreacted to Olga? Alia felt a little foolish for just leaving. Viktor opened his home to her and she wasn’t acting very grateful. Kristin looked up from her computer. “Not a criticism, but I think you’ve spent more time staring off into space than actually typing.”

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Alia nodded. “No offense taken. You’re right.” “Is it that hunk of a man who was here before? Because if you want to pass on him, I’ll take him. He was hot and that accent, wow.” Alia couldn’t help laughing. Kristin loved men. Sadly, she’d probably chew up Viktor and spit him out. She went through men like most women went through underwear. Viktor deserved better. “I just don’t know about him. He seems too good to be true.”

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“He might be. Or he could be a really great guy. In our neighborhoods, we have so few examples of that. We aren’t sure when we actually find a man if he is really good. Trust your instincts. Those we have in spades.” Kristin had a point. Her instincts were telling her that Viktor was the real deal. “What did our mothers tell us? Actions matter. Words do not.” “What is he doing?” “He’s being a good guy.” Even his words were good. Why couldn’t she just believe?

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“Then he’s probably a good guy. Sometimes we have to take a chance, Alia.” She leaned her chin on her hand, her elbow on the desk. “It’s so hard.” “It sucks how we grew up. We have no males that we can trust so we don’t trust any,” Kristin said. She was right. Alia’s father hadn’t been part of her childhood at all. Neither had Deion’s. Her mother had raised them by herself. No uncles. No grandparents. No one but them. Must be even harder for Deion to be without a role model.

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“I guess I should give him a chance. He didn’t grow up in the same atmosphere. I don’t even know if his dad is alive or not. He talks to his mother on the phone.” “That’s sweet. What does he do?” “He owns nightclubs all over the world.” “Rich?” “Yes.” “Though you don’t care about that,” Kristin said. “I’m not sure I even thought about who I’d be in a relationship with. I’ve been busy raising my brother.”

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“Maybe it’s time. Deion’s almost out of school. It’s time for you.” Alia never thought about what would happen once Deion was on his own. That day seemed as if it were so far in the future that she shouldn’t make plans. Even deciding to go to college had been a big deal. The last few years, she’d just been keeping her head down, working her butt off. Deion only had another year in school. That time would go fast. She might find herself all alone and no idea what to do with herself.

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She’d been so busy for so long that having nothing to do scared her. She might go stir crazy. Viktor was offering her another option. Go to school now. And he was offering that whether she was in his bed, or not. She had to believe him. He was out finding a place for someone to live. Someone he probably didn’t even know that well. “I guess I better figure out what I’m going to do. I feel foolish that I just left him. I didn’t give him a chance to explain.” “You just walked out?”

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“Yes. I waited until he was gone and packed a small bag.” “He clearly wasn’t mad at you. That’s a good thing. I bet he’ll take you back.” Alia hoped so. She did a stupid thing. She’d threw away the first person who helped her. The first lover who stayed the night. And, dare he dream it? Maybe the first man she could possibly fall in love with. What an ass she had been. When she opened the door he’d been relieved to see her. Not mad. Not angry at all. Relieved. As if he had been worrying about her.

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No one had worried about her since her mother died. Alia worried about everyone else. No one thought that Alia might need something. Until Viktor came along. He took her in as a stranger. He fed her. Kept her safe and at the first sign of trouble she booked. Still, he’d been glad to see her. “I can see on your face that you regret what you’ve done,” Kristin said. “I do. He’s the first person who ever worried about me. At least since my mother,” Alia said.

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She wasn’t sure what to do next, when the front door rang. “Maybe

that’s

your

Prince

Charming,”

Kristin said. Alia strode to the door. She didn’t expect to see Viktor, but there he was. She opened the door and pulled him inside so she could close the door. “You could get yourself killed being on the streets at this time of evening,” she said. Then she bit her tongue. She shouldn’t yell at this man.

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He stood there with a grin on his face. “So you do care what happens to me.” Of course she did. “Yes, and I owe you an apology.” “For?” “Running out on you. You are the first person in a long time that has done something nice for me and I left. Without a word.” He put a hand on her face. “You’ll come home? We can talk about Olga?” “Yes. Let me turn off my computer and get my stuff. Is your driver here?”

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“He’s got the car idling with the doors locked.” “Good. I’ll be just a few minutes.” “I’ll wait right here, Alia.” *** Viktor’s heart leaped. Alia was with him and they were heading back to his place. He never wanted anyone so much in his life. He would open up to her. Even a little bit might help her understand. Olga didn’t mean anything to him. He didn’t love her. Viktor wasn’t sure he was capable of loving anyone.

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“You hungry? Need something to drink?” he asked when they returned home. She sat on his couch. “No, I’m fine, Viktor.” He sat on the couch near her, but not touching her. He had to tell the story of Olga. And why, even though he didn’t love her, he couldn’t just cut her out of his life. “Okay. Here goes the Olga story. Please listen without prejudice.” He took a deep breath. “Olga was my first girlfriend. I was a teenager. We were crazy in love. That wildfire of emotion that only teenagers can have.”

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“Okay.” “I was nineteen and trying to make my way in the world. I wasn’t planning on college, but a Russian man took me under his wing and taught me the restaurant business. I had big plans. Here we were in America. The land of opportunity. I couldn’t turn that down. I had to make myself into something. A Russian man feels responsible for his family, especially the women.” “In this case, your mother.”

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“And Olga to an extent. I thought she was the woman I was going to marry, so I had to be able to provide for her.” “You take that seriously,” Alia said. “Yes, very. It’s part of being Russian. It leads to some men being chauvinistic, but I didn’t get that part of it.” “Good.” He took her hand. She didn’t resist. Her hand was soft and warm and he wanted to rub it against his face. “So there we were, teens in love. Me trying to learn this

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business. Then we found out that Olga was pregnant.” “Wow. That’s young.” “Yes, we were young, but I was determined to do right by her. She was carrying my child. We were to be married.” “Okay. What happened?” He licked his lips. This was where the story turned dark. He hesitated to tell her this. He hadn’t ever told anyone. Only his family knew what went on. “Olga ended up losing the baby. She was working and there was a

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bar fight. She was hit and she miscarried. We hadn’t married yet.” “Don’t tell me you deserted her,” Alia said. He saw the flash of anger in her and never wanted to inspire that. “No, she was heartbroken. I stayed with her as much as I could, but I had to work. My boss was going to turn over his business to me in a few years and he expected a lot of me. Olga never fully recovered and she found out that she’d never have children. One doctor told her. I don’t think it is true. It didn’t

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matter to me, but she felt that loss deeply. She ran away.” “Where to?” “I’ve never figured that out, but she didn’t reappear for years. I was heartbroken and never wanted to be in love again. I’ve never been since.” Alia put a hand on his face. “That was a lot for someone that young to deal with.” “It was, but I am tough. I am Russian.” She smiled at that. “So what is Olga’s story now?”

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“I don’t know where she goes. It isn’t my place anymore to ask, but she appears in my life every few years. Sometimes I give her money. Sometimes I give her a job. She drifts, but I no longer love her. I just feel responsible for her,” Viktor said. He waited for Alia’s reaction. “So she isn’t right. She has some problems. That’s why you won’t ever abandon her?” She clearly understood him. “Yes. I still feel responsible for her. As much as she’ll let me help, I do.” He cleared his throat. “I hired her at the club so she will be around.”

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“I feel sorry for her. Is she really pregnant?” “Only time will tell, but the child is not mine. I can promise you that. We haven’t been together in years.” Well, months, but Alia didn’t need to know that. He’d tell her eventually. When might depend on how their relationship progressed. He didn’t know what the future held. They were so new to each other. Still in that fragile stage. “Oh, Viktor, I’m sorry. I should have let you explain. You’re such a good man.”

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Her faith in him filled him with pride. He tested the waters and kissed her lips lightly. She pulled him closer to deepen the kiss. He was ready for her, his tongue darting in and out. Her tongue met his in a graceful Samba that had them both panting. Her eyes were dark with passion. He stood, reaching out a hand to her. He didn’t have to say a word. She took his hand and he led her to his bedroom. She smiled up at him, then stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. He put his hands in her hair, holding that kiss as long as he could.

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Her lips set him on fire and it spoke of the future. Not just the near future of them in bed. No, that kiss assured some promises that he wasn’t ready to make. He kept kissing her anyway. He couldn’t have been happier that Alia was back and that they were heading to bed. She unbuttoned his shirt, then rubbed her hands down his naked chest. She spent time making his nipples stand at attention. He’d have to return the favor. She was amazing. And his. For now.

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That’s all he needed. He didn’t need forever. Just now. Her in his bed, that was all he wanted. The future could take care of itself. They’d work it out when the time came. Right now, he had to make love to her. Let her know how he felt.

Chapter 9 Alia wanted to tear Viktor’s clothing off. She was so turned on by him. Right now, they needed to be naked. Nothing between them. Alia had never considered herself a sexual being, but around Viktor, she couldn’t help herself. He slid off her top, his hands immediately going to her breasts. She reached behind her back and undid her bra. She wanted to give him unfettered access. He touched and squeezed until she thought she’d combust.

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“Viktor.” His name came out breathy. That was all she could manage. His fingers ignited fires across her body. She shrugged out of her pants and panties, then her hands worked on his pants. She had trouble with the belt. “Allow me,” Viktor said. She smiled up at him, her eyes taking in the passion in his. He wanted her. Even if she didn’t see his penis straining against his zipper, she could see it in his eyes. At this moment, she was the only person in the universe. No one else existed.

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She liked that. When he was naked, he scooped her up and put her on the bed. He knelt between her legs, his thumb rubbing circles around her clit. “You are beautiful like this, Alia. Like a feast just for me.” She hadn’t been in bed with too many men, but none of them seemed to enjoy being down there as much as Viktor. She’d had his tongue on her most intimate body part more than all of her lovers combined. She hoped he never lost interest.

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His thumbs separated her lips as he licked and sucked. Her body was on fire. There was a humming in her ears. She couldn’t keep her eyes open and she couldn’t even tell where her legs were. Her hands fisted in the sheets as his rhythm on her clit sped up. She felt like she was falling, then her body tensed and she might have been falling. Over the edge. The orgasm rocked her whole body. Viktor sat up, smiling at her as the aftershocks rocketed through her. He was good at that.

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Her hands found his penis and stroked. He was already hard. “You keep doing that, I’ll come all over you,” Viktor said. “And I want to be inside of you.” He produced a condom. She rolled it onto him. “Now, Viktor.” He was poised over her opening when she said that, his smile feral. She tugged at him and he entered her, filling her. He paused when he hit bottom and a thrill went through her. This man was big.

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She brought her knees up beside him, wanting all of him. Wanting him to go as deep as possible. He touched her soul from the outside. He could touch her soul from the inside also. She loved the muscles on his arms. She felt them as they bunched as he moved in and out. Her body hummed again, as if knowing where to go. Knowing that this man would bring her to climax again. At least one more time. He leaned on his elbows and licked the sensitive part of her neck. She shivered. Viktor

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set up an erratic rhythm, bringing her to the edge then pulling her back. She was so turned on that she couldn’t stop moving. She met his every stroke. Almost before he was done. Then she felt it. She was going to come. He slowed down. The climax was just out of reach. He was doing it on purpose. When she looked at him, he was studying her. She dug her nails into his arms. “Faster.” “Enjoy the journey, Alia.” This was a longer trek than she expected. Just when she thought she’d get there, he’d

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slow down or stop. Sweet, erotic torture. She would get him back for this. Someday, when she was in control. The he finally sped up. He thrust into her as if he couldn’t have done anything else. And she was over the edge, her body rigid, her heart beating wildly in her chest. Some strange sound came out of her. She had no idea what that was. Viktor smiled over her, then he grunted and must have hit his climax, as some strange sound came out of him. If anyone had heard

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them, they would have thought two wild animals were in this bed. He slumped over her, her face nuzzling into her neck. She had trouble catching her breath. Viktor seemed to be having the same difficulty. “Was that makeup sex?” Alia said. Viktor chuckled. “I guess as close as we’ve ever come to it. We weren’t fighting.” “Imagine if we did fight.” “I think our heads would explode,” he said. He shifted out of her then dropped the condom in the trash by the bed. He climbed

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back into bed, bringing the edge of the comforter with him. He snuggled her up against his body, then rolled then up in the comforter. Safe. Snug. Secure. How had she missed this in her life? Taking care of everyone else, she’d never had anyone take care of her. Make her feel safe. Viktor did that. She’d miss it when he was gone. She didn’t want to think about that. Hopefully, that was a ways off. Viktor put his arm around her, further cementing his role as protector. He was warm

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and hairy and she found herself drifting off. She could stay here forever. “You are a sexy woman,” Viktor said, his voice low and gravelly. A bedroom voice for sure. The sound of it sent thrills through her body. Was she falling in love with him? No. This was all sexual. She was under stress and Viktor was good at relieving it. Very good. He could relieve her stress any day. “You aren’t so bad yourself, Viktor.” He chuckled, his mouth right by her ear. “Go to sleep, Alia. I’m right here.”

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“Mm.” She couldn’t help herself. She was warm and sated. Her eyed drifted closed. *** Viktor didn’t sleep. Instead, he enjoyed the feel of Alia’s body against his. She snuggled closer to him as she slept. Unfortunately, her butt rubbed up against his dick and it came to life again. He wasn’t going to disturb her. Instead, he thought about everything but the beautiful woman in his arms. He would have to get up

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eventually and get to the club, but that could wait. For a moment, he wondered if Alia had to get to work tonight. She snored softly. Even her snore was sexy. Damn. He had it bad for her. He’d never been so attracted to a woman in his life. Just the mere thought of her made him hard. He found himself thinking about her at random times during the day. In a way, that scared him. Alia would eventually leave. She was a young woman. She’d go to college. Meet someone more her age.

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He’d be sad, but it was the circle of life. She’d keep in touch. He’d be left with memories. Hopefully, he could convince her to stick around. He had to tell her what he’d heard. That had been forgotten in their lovemaking. Viktor heard a phone buzzing. He knew it wasn’t his. He kept his ringer on all of the time. Must be Alia’s. She didn’t stir, so he didn’t bother to wake her. The person would call back. Viktor’s arm was asleep. Still, he didn’t want to disturb her. She must need the sleep. Besides, if she slept now, she might be awake

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later when he arrived home. They could make love again. Would he ever get enough of her? As soon as he was done making love, he wanted to do it again. No one had sparked this much of an appetite in him since Olga, but part of that might have been his age. Shouldn’t his sexual appetite be waning a little? He was well into his thirties. He didn’t have quite the stamina he had, but he was still keeping up with this young woman. That made him proud.

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Alia began to stir. Thankfully, as Viktor’s hand was completely asleep. He’d get feeling back some point tonight. He didn’t have to do payroll, so no computer work tonight. She slid around to look at him. “Hi.” Her eyes still held sleep and he wanted to hug her closer. Keep her safe. Make sure everything would be okay. And it would. He’d make it so. Because he could. “Hi.” “I’m sorry. I fell asleep.” “It’s okay.” He brushed some hair out of her eyes. “I’m glad I made you that tired.”

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She laughed. “Of course, as a guy, you would be proud of that.” “What can I say? I am proud I am a good lover.” She kissed him. Then her eyes grew wide. “What time is it?” “Not sure.” He hadn’t been paying attention. He ran his own business. If something important had come up and they couldn’t get a hold of him, they’d knock on his door. He made his own hours.

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She hopped out of bed and dug in to her pants pocket for her phone. “Shit.” He sat up. “What?” “I’m late for work. As in, I should have been there a half an hour ago.” She began to pull her clothes on. “I’ll walk you over.” He slid out of bed and also got dressed. “Damn. My boss called.” “Call him back.” She did and the look on her face said it all. She plopped her butt onto the bed as she

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disconnected the call. She dropped the phone on the nightstand. “He fired me.” “Fired you?” “He can’t fire you without cause.” Being an employer, Viktor knew the rules. There had to be written warnings before an actual termination. “Well, he did.” “You can fight it,” Viktor said, sitting next to her. She frowned. “Not sure it’s worth the money, Viktor.” “I have an idea.”

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“What? I can’t ask you to do anything else for me,” Alia said. “Of course you can and I will. I used to have a singer on Saturday nights. She left weeks ago, but I haven’t replaced her. I’ve heard you sing. Come sing at my club.” “I couldn’t. I’ve only ever sung in church.” “Think of this as a fun church.” She laughed. He willed her to agree. It would save him from auditioning anyone. He could hire Alia and keep her close. “Are you sure? I’ll audition if you want.”

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“I’ve heard you sing in the shower. You have a beautiful voice. You’re hired. You might just have to learn a few Russian songs.” “I can do that.” He held out his hand. “Deal?” “What are you paying me?” He laughed. “Good to be shrewd.” He gave her a number. As much as he was paying the other singer. From the look on her face, it was a generous amount. She took his hand and shook it. “Deal.” Her stomach chose that moment to rumble. “Let’s get you some dinner and then I need

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to go to work. Think about what you want to sing and I’ll get the sheet music for it.” “Okay. You’re so generous, Viktor.” He kissed her nose. “I have an ulterior motive.” “Oh?” “I keep you close and keep you safe and you keep me warm in my bed.” “That’s a deal.” He took her hand. “Let’s find some food.” “I’m starved.” “So am I. I feel as if I worked out this afternoon,” he said leading her to the kitchen.

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He perused the refrigerator. There were some leftovers, so he heated those up. “Come down later in the night if you want. We can do the paperwork,” Viktor said. “Make this all official.” “Wow. This is surreal. I never really thought about singing for a living.” “It’s not a stable career, so you should still go to college.” He realized he still hadn’t told Alia what he knew about the killing. At this point, it would have to wait another day. *

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Alia was nervous for her first day of rehearsal. She’d have a person playing the piano for her. She had to meet that person. She trekked down the steps to the nightclub. Someone had turned the lights on for her. Her heart fluttered in her chest. She was excited, too. Viktor had so much faith in her. No one had ever had so much faith in her. In her entire life. Her mother had been too busy. Her brother, too. Of course, he was younger and only just now becoming a man. What if she let Viktor down? Would he forgive her? She’d just have to work hard and

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not let him down. She entered the club, but no one was there. She waited at the bar, which was cleaner than any bar she’d ever seen. It was also beautiful. Dark-stained wood and polished brass. All looked to have been scrubbed within an inch of their lives. The floor also didn’t hold a speck of dirt. There were scratches most likely from high heels, but that was it. She’d never cleaned a bar this well and she did a good job. Guess Viktor’s employees took pride in their work. He must inspire it in them. What a

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good man, but she knew that. The more she found out about him, the more she liked him. She bet women threw themselves at him. He was a catch. She didn’t know his plans, but why would he settle for an inner city black girl? A tendril of insecurity crossed her heart. How long would she last here? She couldn’t imagine that he’d kick her out of his protection. Would he kick her out of his life when he was done with her? That didn’t sound like Viktor, but who knew. He seemed to take care of Olga.

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She heard footsteps and spun around to see Sacha enter the bar. She hadn’t had much chance to talk to him, but she got the impression that he didn’t like her. At all. She wondered if he liked any of Viktor’s girlfriends, or if it was just her. Was it because she was black? Who knew? She smiled at him. “Hello, Sacha.” “Your pianist called. He’s running late.” “Thanks for the message.” Sacha strolled behind the bar. He put a glass on the counter then poured himself some

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vodka. He drank half of it down. He motioned the glass at Alia. “You want?” “No thanks. We have to rehearse.” “Right. Viktor hired you.” He sneered at her. Guess her instincts had been right. He didn’t like her. Oh well. This was Viktor’s place. She would just be sure to avoid Sacha. As much as she could. Didn’t he have a job? Or did he just work for Viktor? As it wasn’t her place to ask, she kept quiet. He drank more of his vodka, his gaze not leaving her. “You’re not Russian.” “No, I’m not. I think that’s obvious.”

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“You have smart mouth.” She chose to remain quiet again. “You are not good girlfriend for Viktor,” Sacha said. Was she even his girlfriend? She didn’t know. They hadn’t discussed it. “Why not?” “You shouldn’t be working in his club. You should be home, keeping house. Good Russian women keep house for their men.” “We’re not in Russia and I’m not Russian. I make my own money.”

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Why was she explaining herself to him? Viktor knew all about her and he was happy she was here. “You only here for sex. You won’t be who Viktor marries. That would make his mother have a heart attack. He’ll marry Russian girl when the time comes.” That may be, but she was here now. “I don’t know about Viktor getting married.” “I do and he’ll marry Russian girl to keep our mother happy.” “Seems like Viktor is a grown man. He’ll do what makes him happy.”

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Sacha pointed at her. “Don’t get too comfortable. He will not marry you.” “Who says I want to marry him?” Sacha laughed. “Black girl marries rich man to get out of poverty. Not a strange story.” “I can get my own way out of poverty.” Now he was just pissing her off. “Viktor isn’t your gravy train.” “I don’t expect him to be. It isn’t as if I’m not earning my keep here. I will be singing on Saturdays.”

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Sacha snorted, finished his drink then strode out. What an odd man. More old-fashioned than his brother, who was older. A few minutes later, the pianist entered the room, a little flustered. “Sorry I’m late.” “No problem. I don’t have anywhere to be.” She stuck out her hand. “I’m Alia.” “I’m Kent. Nice to meet you. Do you have a play list?” “I do.” Kent had nice brown eyes, but he didn’t look at her with any sort of attraction. He was all business and that made Alia feel better. He

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probably knew what he was doing and he would help her through this. “I have a confession,” Alia said. “I’ve never done any public singing other than church.” “That’s fine. That’s why we practice ahead of time. You don’t go on until nine, and the crowd might be a little tipsy by then, so any minor mistakes you make will go unnoticed. Mr. Kozlov might notice.” Yes, he might. “That doesn’t make me nervous at all.” Kent laughed. “No worries. We’ll get you in shape.”

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“We only have a week.” “I’m that good, Alia. Trust me.” She wanted to. He had that presence about him. It reassured Alia that she was in good hands. She even forgot about what Sacha had said about Viktor. Marriage wasn’t in her future. Certainly not her near future. Once they caught the bad guys, she had to testify. She hoped Viktor would be by her side, but that was as far in the future she was planning. Well, that and college. Now she could begin her online classes any time.

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“Ready?” Kent asked. “Ready.” *** Viktor didn’t often take meetings outside his club. He tended to stay within his comfort zone. That usually put him in a position of power. He liked that. Kept people honest. So when Oleg insisted that they meet, but not at Viktor’s office, he was suspicious, but agreed. They met at Oleg’s office, which was in a nicer part of town and a nicer high-rise building.

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The carpet was new and plush. The desk were high quality and the office had views on three sides. Oleg’s own office sat in the corner of the floor. Guess importing alcohol was lucrative. Oleg sat behind a massive black lacquer desk. This was the first time Viktor had been here. He’d expected the office to be in a warehouse, not in a stylish high rise. This office was nowhere near the docks. Oleg was on his computer, but looked up and closed it when he saw Viktor.

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“Dobriy vecher,” Oleg said as he rose from his desk. “Drink?” Since it would be rude to turn down a drink, Viktor nodded. Oleg poured him some vodka that even Viktor hadn’t heard of. He wasn’t surprised that Oleg kept the best stuff for himself. Oleg poured himself some, then held the glass in the air. “To Mother Russia. Ura.” “Yes, cheers.” The vodka was warm and burned his throat the way he liked it. Oleg motioned for him to sit.

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“You have more news?” Viktor said. He would have liked to play the games of his countrymen, but he was short on time. He had to get back to the club. “You’re American is showing. Getting right to the point.” Oleg had only been in the country for ten years. He often complained that Americans were always in a hurry. They didn’t engage in enough small talk. Viktor found it refreshing not to have to play games. He could conduct business with an American much quicker and without the bullshit.

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Viktor settled back in his chair to wait. Oleg would reveal the news when he was ready. He had no doubt that whatever he had to say was useful. He didn’t cater just to aboveboard clubs. He had some Russian Mafia customers also. Not that Oleg would admit to them. That would be bad for business, but Viktor had heard things. Enough things from the right people to know there must be some substance to the rumors. “I told you last time, that the hit was done by the Russian Mafia. They are still laying low,

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but they are pissed that someone saw it. And that someone has been harboring that person.” “Do they know who is harboring her?” “No. Not yet, but they know who she is.” Not surprising. They had as good a database and investigators as any police department in the world. They kept tabs on many people, including terrorists. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Which one someone was could change in a day. “And?”

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Alia would be safe in his club. He didn’t let the Mafia in. He had no use for them. “They have a contract out on her.” That was bad. He would have to tell her. This time. She had to understand that they would stop at nothing to get to her. She was in serious danger. The Russian Mafia was ruthless. They wouldn’t make her death easy. They draw it out and find out what she knew. Who she told. Not tonight. Her debut at the club was tonight and she was nervous enough. “How much?” Viktor asked.

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Oleg told him the amount. Viktor whistled. “They are serious. Who was the guy they killed?” “He was a mole in the organization. A cop.” “So the cops will be gunning for the guys who did it, and the Mafia will be gunning for Alia and whoever she came in contact with on the police force. Der'mo.” What a mess, but there was no way he was letting Alia loose. She was going to stay under his protection. That’s how he was raised. “You are not in a pretty situation, my friend.”

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Viktor nodded. Oleg would understand his need to protect Alia. That’s how they’d been raised. They cherished their mothers and protected any other woman they met. It was a code of honor and the part of being a Russian man that he took very seriously. “I am, but there is no choice.” “We have to protect our women. But is she your woman?” That was the question. “Close enough.” Oleg laughed. “You have slept with her, you dog. You have a dog in this race.”

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Viktor shrugged. Even if he hadn’t slept with Alia, he would be protecting her, but there was no use arguing that with Oleg. He wasn’t married either, for a reason. Viktor stood. “I must go. Alia is singing at the club tonight.” He stuck out his hand. “Thank you for meeting me on a Saturday.” “No problem, my friend. I will let you know if I hear anything else.” He left Oleg in his office. Viktor took the elevator down. The building was empty except for Oleg and a security guard in the lobby. He nodded at the man who nodded back.

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His driver had waited for him outside. He climbed in and pondered the situation with Alia. Was there a safer place for her? His club was a fortress. His apartment was one also. Hard to get into unless you had the key. He had other doors he could close and barricade himself upstairs with her. He’d bought the place from a drug dealer. Well, not actually the drug dealer. It had been part of a police auction. He’d paid a fair price and then made a donation to the Police Benevolent Society.

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Everyone had been happy with the arrangements made. In all of his years in the apartment, he’d never had to close those doors. They acted as fire doors also, but he hoped he wouldn’t have to use them. He had an escape route off the roof, but he hadn’t been down that way in a while. He might want to check it to see if it was still safe.

Chapter 10 Alia’s nerves were humming. She’d tried to take a nap, but she couldn’t sleep. A combination of nervousness and excitement stopped her. Viktor wasn’t home either. He’d had some meeting that he needed to take. Odd for a Saturday evening. Who would be conducting business on a Saturday? She wished he’d been here. He would have been able to calm her down. Instead, she paced the apartment. At times, she turned on the

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television. She couldn’t find anything to watch. She had another hour before she was due to go on stage. Viktor bought her some new clothes to perform in, but she wasn’t ready to get dressed. Fidgeting, she felt like she could jump out of her skin. She didn’t know how many people had shown up tonight. She wanted to sneak down to Viktor’s office and peek into the club, but she thought that might make her more nervous. Maybe it was better not to know until she was on stage.

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Kent wasn’t due to arrive for a half hour. She’d go meet him downstairs when the time came. She hoped Viktor would be back in time. He’d promised he would be. Alia thought she was going to explode from all that she was feeling. She’d sung in church, but that was different. She was getting paid and that fact put more pressure on her. The front door opened. Viktor walked through as she paced. “Hi,” she said. She strode to him, then gave him a kiss. His return kiss was lackluster, but she may just

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be sensitive at the moment. “How was your meeting?” “Okay. Did you eat?” “I can’t eat. I have butterflies,” she said. “You

should

have

something

in

stomach.” “I’ll come up between sets and eat.” He frowned down at her. “Okay.” “You going right to work?” “I need to shower, then I’ll go down.” “You’ll be down when I start?”

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He put his hands on either of her arms. “Yes, Alia. I’ll be there. No worries.” He kissed her nose. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He left her in the living room. She watched him go. He was clearly preoccupied. Had she done something to make him mad? She frowned, then followed him into his bedroom. He was picking out a tie for tonight. “Why not the blue striped one?” she asked. He put it on the pile of clothes on his bed. Odd that he had already been in a suit, but felt the need to shower. What had happened

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at the meeting? Was she crossing a line by asking? It was never fun walking on eggshells. He took off his clothes as she watched. If she wasn’t five minutes away from getting dressed for her show, she’d take advantage of him being naked. He strode to the shower that was already running. He stepped into it. She sat on the edge of the claw foot tub. “You okay? Viktor?” “I’m fine Alia. Just a lot on my mind. I do run a large empire.”

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Yes, he did. And she should give him some slack. “Right, sorry.” She heard him sigh, then he poked his head out of the shower. “Sorry. I’m sure you’re nervous. I just do have a lot on my mind.” “You can talk to me.” “I’m not ready to share, but it is nothing you have to worry about.” She nodded. “I need to go get dressed.” She did and Viktor was tying his tie when she was ready to go downstairs. He looked handsome of course. All of his clothes were

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tailored so they fit perfectly. He had a nice body to wrap them around, anyway. The butterflies began in her stomach again. Viktor smiled at her. “You look beautiful, Alia.” “Thanks.” He held out his hand. “You ready to go down?” “Yes. I’m glad you’re here.” He nodded. “You’ll be fine. I glanced into the club before I came up. The place is packed. Even more so than a usual Saturday night. They came to hear you.”

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“Not sure if that makes me more nervous or less.” He squeezed her hand as they walked down the steps. “You’ll be wonderful.” She was glad he had faith in her. Sacha’s comments came back to her. Tempted to ask Viktor about them, she instead chose to let them go. If he was happy with her, that’s all that mattered. Sacha’s old world ways didn’t suit her. He’d have to find a Russian girl. Viktor had her and apparently, he didn’t want a traditional relationship.

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She greeted Kent out in the hallway. Viktor left her with him as Arkady asked to speak to him. “You ready?” Kent asked. “I guess as ready as I’ll ever be.” “You are going to knock them dead, Alia. You are such a natural singer and a natural entertainer. I’ve met so few in my career,” Kent said. His words buoyed her. She could do this. “Thanks, Kent. Not sure where this is leading, but I’m happy to have a job.”

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“I have some contacts, but I think you need a few performances under your belt before I bring them here.” “Contacts?” “In the music industry. I was a session musician for years. I’m retired and I do this for fun.” “Fun, huh?” “Yes and I’ve brought a few people to the attention of record executives. They trust my judgment.” Record executives? “You think I’m that good?”

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“Yes, I do, Alia, but I won’t send you down that road if you don’t want it.” “Let me think. It’s a lot to digest.” “I’m sorry. I should have waited until after your performance. I’ve made you more nervous.” “I appreciate the sentiment, Kent.” “I’m going to get the stage set up. Ten minutes to curtain.” Alia couldn’t wait to get onstage. *** Viktor entered the bar for the second time, just as Alia was finishing up her second set.

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She sang like an angel. The crowd had been enthralled with her all night. Even her between-song banter was spot on. Viktor’s skin tingled with the idea. She was going to be a star. There was no doubt about it. Someone just had to discover her. He hoped she’d remember him when she was rich and famous. First, he had to talk to her about the Mafia. And the contract out on her. It could wait a bit, but he wanted to tell her before they went to bed tonight. It was too important to

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wait, but he didn’t want to kill her obvious buzz from performing. She had a job as his singer for as long as she wanted it. Even if they weren’t together as a couple. She hadn’t signed any contracts, but he didn’t think it fair to lock her into one with him. He couldn’t hold her down if her star was rising. She’d have more money than she’d ever dreamed of having. She could take care of herself, if she wanted. That left a little hole in his heart, but he ignored it.

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He walked toward the stage, but he was stopped on the way. “She’s amazing, Viktor.” “Where did you find her?” “She’s the best act you’ve booked.” Some people shook his hand. Some spoke to him in Russian. All praised him for hiring Alia. Everyone felt the same as he did. He hoped he wouldn’t lose her because of this, but he couldn’t hold anyone down. If she was to be a star, he’d let her. Their time together would always be precious to him.

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Finally, he reached the stage. The applause was just dying down. Alia’s smile couldn’t have been bigger. He held out a hand to help her off the stage. “Can I buy you a drink in my office? Or would you rather drink it out here?” “Office. I think this is all overwhelming and I need a moment of quiet.” The club would be closing in fifteen minutes. The bartenders had asked for last call. With the energy running through the place, no one would want to leave. That’s why he always had the act finish well before closing. Alia

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would have been done fifteen minutes ago, but the crowd had chanted for an encore. He’d never seen that happen. He was pleased. The subtotal for the night was good. He expected the final total to be his best night ever. All because of Alia. As he walked her out of the club, many wellwishers stopper her to compliment her. Her face beamed and that made Viktor happy. This moment was priceless.

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After a few more minutes, Viktor was able to get Alia out of there. She breathed a sigh of relief when they entered his office. “That was unreal,” she said. She plopped into the chair in front of his desk. “Vodka?” “Sure.” “You don’t need to mix it with something?” he said. “I’ll take it straight.”

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He handed her a small glass then poured his own. He sat at his desk, raising his glass. “To you.” “Damn.” “No?” “Just drink,” she said. “I’m still processing it all. I’ve never done anything like that in my life.” He smiled then took a sip. She did, too. “I’ve never had a reaction like that from this crowd.” “No?”

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She slipped off her high heels then tucked her legs underneath her. “Never, Alia. They loved you. They don’t give out that affection easily. I’ve seen them boo people off that stage.” “Really?” “Really. You were a hit. You can sing here any time.” “That is what you hired me for,” she said. He chuckled. She had no idea of her potential. She could be big. Bigger than anyone around today.

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“Yes, it is. You going to be able to sleep tonight?” “I don’t think so.” “I have to finish up some accounting, then make out the deposit.” “You going to the bank tonight?” “No, I have a pretty secure safe. I don’t like to carry money at this time of the morning. If I’m worried, I have Arkady and Sacha do it for me.” “I see.” “Go take a shower or a bath. I’ll be up in an hour or so.”

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“I’ll wait up.” She came around the desk. He shifted his chair back. She straddled his lap. “This night was the best of my life. Thank you, Viktor.” She kissed him and he wanted to take her right there. Right on his desk. She had that look in her eyes, but he needed to talk to her about the contract on her life. Now was not the time. If he made love to her knowing that information, she might not forgive him. Instead, he kissed her back, then nudged her off of his lap. “Let me get my work done. I’ll be up.”

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She kissed him again, and slid off his lap. “Okay.” She picked up her shoes and slunk barefoot out of his office. The news of the contract on her life weighed on him. He didn’t know if he should kill her buzz tonight or wait until morning. What a dilemma. She had to know. She had to be told, but he didn’t want to ruin the best night of her life. Tomorrow. It could wait until tomorrow. He finished up his work quickly and was heading upstairs before anyone else needed him.

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The deposit was safely secured. Everyone was doing what they were supposed to do. He peeked into his bathroom. Alia was in the bathtub. Some candles burned around the tub. He made a cheese and cracker platter and brought it to her. “How did you know I was hungry?” she said, when he sat on the edge of the tub. “I could hear your stomach all the way in my office.” “Do you always know what your lover needs?” “I pay attention. Unlike most men.”

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* Alia received a text message from her brother a few days later. “I’m on my way to my internship. Would love to see you.” She did a happy dance. Viktor walked into the living room just as she was doing it. “Good news?” “Deion is coming to see me tomorrow.” “When’s he coming?” “Dinner time. Is that okay?”

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“Of course. You live here, too. This is your place.” That thought warmed her. “Really? That’s how you feel?” He rubbed his hands down her arms. “Of course. This is your home. You can invite whomever to to visit you.” Then his face became serious. “I do need to talk to you about something.” “Concerning Deion?” “No, concerning you. I didn’t want to ruin your night singing in the club, so I’ve waited to tell you.”

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She sat on the couch, pulling him down with her. “What is it?” “That meeting I had the other night? That was with one of my distributors. He’s more than that. He also knows a lot that goes on in the Russian community in New York.” “Okay.” She wasn’t sure what this had to do with her and why he couldn’t have told her sooner. She wished he would just say it, but he had to get to it in his own time. One of his Russian quirks. He insisted he loved how

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Americans could just say anything without preamble. He was still Russian when it came to bad news. “He told me about a few things going on. That murder?” She shivered. “Yes?” “It was a Mafia hit. Russian Mafia, which makes

the

Italian

kindergarteners.” “Oh?”

one

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She wasn’t sure why it mattered who killed the man. He was killed. She witnessed it. She wasn’t safe until they were caught. “They are still looking for you.” “Okay. I think I knew that. Or assumed it.” “Well, they now have a contract out on your life.” “Contract?” What the hell did that mean? “They have put a price on your head. If someone brings you in dead, they get money.” She gasped. “People do that?”

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This seemed so surreal that she didn’t even know if she should be scared. “I can keep you safe here.” “What about when I go to the shelter?” “You’ll have a driver and a bodyguard. I can’t take any chances with your safety.” “I’m sorry, Viktor.” “For what?” “I brought all this on you.” He took her hands in his. “Do not think like that for a minute. I’m glad you are here. I’ll keep you safe. It’s part of my job.”

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That warmed her, but she still felt guilty. “But if I hadn’t come in here…” “No, Alia. Don’t think that. You don’t have to protect me. You don’t have to save me. You’ve made me very happy and I want you to be safe.” She’d made him happy? It’s the first time they’d talked about how they felt. “You make me happy, too.” “Good. Then no talk of leaving. Please. I want you here, not matter what is going on. Okay? Don’t ever think differently.” “Okay.”

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He’d certainly always made her feel welcome. He’d done many thing for her. Would she ever be able to repay him? She couldn’t worry about that yet. Someday, when she was a success, she could pay it forward. “I mean it. Don’t go running away on me. I want you here and safe.” His gaze bore into her. She chose to believe him. “I promise. Okay. I won’t do anything like that. I have to stay alive.” “I want you to stay alive.”

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He looked like he was going to say more, but he didn’t. “I’ll tell Chef to make whatever you want for Deion’s dinner.” Her head spun in the rapid change of subject. She could do this. “Okay. Let me think on it.” “You need wine? He’s old enough to drink?” “Yes, but he’s a college student. Not sure he’ll appreciate the wine.” “I can stock some beer, too.” “Might be better.” “Viktor?” “Yes?”

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She cocked her head. This man was the best thing that had happened to her. How could she convey that? “You are an amazing man.” “I don’t think so. I’m getting some great sex out of this relationship.” Alia laughed. The sex was very good. Every night. Or every morning. Sometimes both. More sex than she’d ever had. “I have to make a doctor’s appointment,” Alia said. “You sick?” “No, women stuff, but I’m thinking I’m going to ask for birth control.”

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His face lit up. “No more condoms?” “Well, it’ll take a month if I go on the pill.” “That’s okay. I can be patient.” “You’re a good man, Viktor.” He smiled. “You’re just saying that to get me into bed.” She laughed. “You have time?” “For a quickie.” She stood, and then pulled him to his feet. “Let’s go, then.” She wanted him. Each time he reached for her, she wanted him. No one had ever been this good to her.

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“Take off your clothes and lay on the bed,” she said. “Oh?” “I’m doing all the work this time.” He did as she asked. She stripped then climbed on top of him. He was mostly hard, but she used her mouth and made him even harder. “Oh, Alia.” She smiled up at him, and then took him all into her mouth. Thrusting and licking. Her fingers played with his balls. He was panting. “Alia.”

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She wanted to smile again, but there was a cock in her mouth. She sped up her thrusting and she saw him grit his teeth before coming into her mouth, his seed hitting the back of her throat. She swallowed, then sat up, looking at him. “Holy shit, Alia.” She laughed. “I’m guessing you liked that.” “Damn. That mouth should be registered as a weapon.” She laughed, then slid off the bed. “My job here is done. You can go to work a happy man.”

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*** Alia paced the living room as Chef made dinner. She was clearly nervous about Deion arriving. He wouldn’t stay the night, but Viktor had extended the invitation. “Can I get you a drink or something?” Viktor said. He stood in her path. She looked up at him. “I’m just excited to see him. I’m so glad he said he could stop by for dinner.” Viktor took Alia’s hands in his. “You’re his sister. You have nothing to worry about. He’s going to be scrutinizing me more than you.”

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“You’re probably right. I don’t know why he wouldn’t like you.” “Because he knows I’m having sex with his sister.” “Yes, I guess that might bother him. He’s never had to deal with that before.” “I’ll handle myself okay.” “I’m not worried about you Viktor. You’re a gentleman. You have class.” “You worried about your brother?” “No, just excited. Okay.”

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He was sure she was nervous, but he had no idea why she wouldn’t admit it. Half an hour later, the doorbell rang. Alia jumped, then ran to the door. There stood Deion, with Arkady behind him. Her brother didn’t look happy. Viktor had told her to warn him about his bodyguards. She didn’t seem to notice his anger. Instead she wrapped her arms around him in a bear hug. “Deion.” “Hello, sis.” She let him go. Arkady left. “What’s with the goon squad?” Deion asked.

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His glare over Alia’s shoulder was clearly directed at Viktor. He wasn’t afraid of this boy, but he would dial back the testosterone for Alia’s sake. “Long story,” Alia said. “Come in. Meet Viktor.” The boy looked over Viktor. Must have found him wanting as he frowned at him. Viktor was not so easily intimidated. He stuck out his hand. “Viktor Kozlov.” Deion eyed the hand for a moment then shook it. “Deion Jefferson.” “Nice to meet you, Deion.”

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Alia vibrated beside both of them. Her excitement was palpable to Viktor. She was glad to see her brother, though her brother was not glad to see Viktor. “You live above a nightclub?” “Deion, don’t be rude.” “It’s okay, Alia. I own the whole building. Seemed easier to live above the nightclub than somewhere else.” “You a criminal?” Deion asked. “Deion. You’re being rude. I raised you better than that,” Alia said.

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Viktor put a hand on Alia’s arm. “He’s protecting his sister. I would do that same thing.” “Still,” Alia said. “I’m not a criminal. I run an exclusive club. My clientele pays well to be safe when they are partying.” “Safe?” “There are elements that would like to get a hold of a nightclub like this and run prostitution. I have guards to keep the criminal element out and the good element in.”

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Deion nodded, but Viktor didn’t think the boy was satisfied. “Are we done with the testosterone show?” Alia said. She stepped between the two men, facing Deion. “Viktor is very good to me. You will not say a bad word about him.” Deion relaxed. “Okay sis. We’ll be good.” He glanced up at Viktor, but he knew that this was only a truce for Alia’s sake. “You want a beer or some wine?” Alia said. She’d clearly missed the undertone in what her brother said. “I’ll take a beer.”

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“I’ll get it,” Viktor said. “You guys catch up. You want wine, Alia?” “Yes, please.” He went into the kitchen to check on Chef and open the wine. He poured two glasses, then opened a beer for Deion. “How’s it going?” Chef asked. “Oh, he already doesn’t like me. I’ll win him over.” “Go get him,” Chef said. Viktor smiled at the pep talk. Not that he needed it. He would do his best, but if Deion didn’t like him, that was Deion’s problem.

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He handed Alia her wine and Deion his beer. The boy was in the middle of a story. Viktor sat on the chair closest to Alia. Too crowded on the couch already. Alia laughed at the end of Deion’s story. The boy didn’t look at Viktor, but Alia glanced his way. She smiled at him as if reassuring him. Not necessary. Alia put a hand on Deion. “I need to use the little girls’ room. I’ll be right back.” She left. Deion barely waited until she was out of earshot. “You better take good care of my sister.”

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“I do. She seems pretty happy with me.” “You aren’t taking advantage of her? She has a big heart.” Viktor wanted to chuckle. “No, I’m not taking advantage of her. Your sister was in danger and I took her in. Instead of trying to prove you have a bigger dick than I do, you should appreciate what I’ve done for her.” Deion’s mouth opened then closed. “I just don’t want to see her hurt.” “Neither do I. Trust me.” “I don’t trust too many people.”

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“Neither does Alia and she has figured out she can trust me.” “She’s more trusting than I am. We take care of each other.” “Well, you weren’t able to, so I stepped in.” “I’ll come back here if you hurt her.” Brave words from a boy who hadn’t even filled out yet. Viktor refused to mock him. He was just trying to protect his sister. “I care deeply for your sister. I don’t want to hurt her. I want to take care of her and keep her safe.” “I still don’t like this arrangement.”

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Tough. “Your sister is a grown woman. She can make this decision for herself. She’s chosen to stay here. You need to respect that. Besides, you can’t keep her safe. You have a job to go to.” Deion frowned. “I’d figure it out.” “You worry about your future. I’ll worry about Alia. I promise.” That seemed to satisfy the boy. He took swig of his beer. “Okay.” “Now, let’s try to get along for Alia’s sake. Let’s find some common ground.”

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Deion frowned, but nodded. The rest of the night went smoothly.

Chapter 11 Alia was excited to get out of the apartment and do some work at the shelter. Arkady was coming with her and she was using Viktor’s driver. He was puttering in his office when Alia entered. “You heading out?” he said. “I am. I have my driver and my bodyguard. You need me to send the driver back?” “No, I don’t need him for a few hours.”

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“I put a load of laundry in the wash. Can you put it in the dryer for me?” she said. “Of course. Anything else, my domestic goddess?” Alia laughed. She wanted to make herself useful while she was staying with Viktor. He had a cleaning service and he sent his shirts out to be pressed so she couldn’t do any of those. “No, that’s it.” “Chef is going shopping today. Anything you want?”

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They sounded so domestic. Like an old married couple. Well, that had sex every night. Their arrangement was so different in that for Alia, this contract was always hanging over her head. She didn’t want to think about it, but she could never just walk outside. She didn’t want to feel like a prisoner, but she did. “Cheetos.” “Cheetos? I can buy you the finest beef or a can of caviar, but you want a snack food?” “Yes, I do.”

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Comfort food. She needed some. This situation was beginning to wear on her. “Dinner on the roof tonight? No rain in the forecast,” Viktor said. Would be nice to dine outside. As if they were the only two people in the world. She put her arms around him. “I’d like that.” “Good. Now go do your volunteer work.” She kissed him then found Arkady. He stepped out into the lobby before her. “All clear.” He shuffled her into the car then slid in beside her. He looked around the whole drive

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to the shelter. When they arrived, he put a hand on her. “Don’t move.” She looked past him. There was a cop car outside of the building where the shelter was located. Not odd since sometimes they took in domestic violence victims. “Okay.” She watched him disappear into the shelter. He was gone a few minutes, then walked back to the car. She rolled down her window. “Problem?” “Yes, but you need to come here.”

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He looked around, then bundled her next to him for the half block walk. He let go when she was inside. A cop sat on a chair, talking to Kristin, her face a vision of fear. “What happened?” Alia asked. The cop stood. “Who are you?” “Alia Jefferson. I do the books here.” “Could you wait in the office? Then I’ll come talk to you.” She nodded and Arkady led her to her office. She booted up her computer, but her mind was on the situation. Which she didn’t know about.

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The cop came in a few minutes later. “You’re Alia?” “Yes.” “Come with me,” the cop said. Arkady stayed close as the cop led her to the back door of the shelter. Scrawled on the wall in the alley were words that chilled Alia. You’ve been warned. Recant your story, Alia. Alia’s breath caught in her throat. Arkady put a hand on her arm and she was warmed by him. He really seemed to like protecting her.

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“You’re the Alia in question?” the cop said. “Yes.” They returned to her office, and the cop asked her questions for the next half hour. She told him the story of the murder and the contract out on her life. “Well, Miss Jefferson, your presence here might bring danger to this shelter.” “I know, but someone has to pay the bills.” “It probably shouldn’t be you,” the cop said before he left. Arkady stood in the doorway. “We should go home.”

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“Let me tell Kristin,” Alia said. The woman was still sitting on a cot, her face a mask of disbelief. Alia sat down next to her. “I’m leaving. And I’m not coming back until this is done.” “Oh, Alia. We love having you.” “But it isn’t worth it if I put everyone else in danger. I don’t know how they found out about me being here. I’m so sorry.” “This isn’t your fault, Alia.” “It is.” “No, don’t think that. We’ll manage,” Kristin said. “You go home and be safe.”

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Alia nodded, hugged her, then left with Arkady. The ride home was in silence. Arkady scanned the alley before he let her out. Alia felt so guilty for bringing that danger to Kristin and those who just need a place to sleep. She didn’t go find Viktor at first. She needed a moment to regroup. She took a shower feeling dirty from it all. Then she found Viktor in his office. “You’re back early,” he said. “Arkady didn’t tell you?” “No, did something happen?”

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He was sitting behind his desk. She walked around the desk. She needed to be in his arms. “There was some vandalism.” “Vandalism?” “At the shelter. Basically a warning to me to recant my story about the murder.” He pulled her closer. “Oh, Alia. I’m sorry.” “I can’t go back there. I’m putting everyone in danger.” She let some tears flow down her face. She felt sorry for herself. Volunteering at the shelter had filled her soul. What was she going to do with herself?

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“That’s a smart choice. I know it won’t be the same, but let’s get out of the city this weekend. On Sunday. The club is closed and I can make sure I get my work done.” She put a hand on his face. He was so sweet. “That would be nice.” “I’ll make all the plans,” he said. What a sweet, sweet man. What had she ever done to deserve him? He was going to spoil her for anyone else. She’d never put up with the attitude a brother gave a woman. No way. White boys from now on. ***

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Viktor held Alia for a little while longer, and then she seemed a little better. She sat on the chair opposite him. His heart went out to her. She really liked that place. “I’m sorry, Alia.” “I know. Not your fault. All because I didn’t mind my own business. “ “You did the right thing. These people have to be brought to justice.” “Are you sure I’m not putting you in danger? I’m feeling very guilty,” she said. How was he going to get through to her? He wanted her here. Even if the Russian Mafia

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knocked on his front door, which they wouldn’t do, he didn’t want her to leave. “Can we stop having this conversation?” “What do you mean?” “I want you here. I want to protect you. And even if we weren’t lovers, I’d still protect you.” “Okay. I’m just a little uncomfortable with all of it, I guess.” “Uncomfortable? Did I do something?” He’d done his best to make her welcome and make her feel as if she belonged. What else could he do?

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“No, Viktor, I’ve just spent most of my life taking care of everyone around me. I’m not used to someone taking care of me. It’s a little unnerving.” “But you deserve to have someone take care of you.” “I guess some part of me knows that, but I never thought it would happen. You are so good to me, Viktor. It’s almost scary.” “Scary? Explain.” She looked up to the ceiling as if the words were there. He waited patiently. He wanted to know what went on inside her head.

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“Because you seem too good to be true. I feel as if someone is going to wake me up and I’m back in my crappy apartment. And I have no one.” “Never. I’m real, Alia. I’m going to be around for a while.” That was as far ahead as he could make plans. He didn’t know what was in his future. He would have to go away on business soon. Should he bring her? “I guess I’m just feeling insecure.” He came around the desk, then sat on the edge. He took her face in his hands. “I’m

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here, Alia. I’m real. I promise I am. No one is going to wake you up.” “Thanks.” She smiled up at him and he kissed those luscious lips. They were warm and soft and invited him to do more. But he couldn’t. Or could he? He broke away. “How about I give a donation to the shelter, so they can hire an accountant until this is over and you can get back there?” Her face lit up. “You’d do that?” “Yes. This is important to you.”

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“It is. I’ve stayed in that shelter in the past, Viktor. It’s very important to me.” “Then that’s settled. I’ll write a check tonight.” “Viktor, I could do you right here.” “What’s stopping you?” She eyed him. “Lock the door.” He did then came back. He had a vision of Alia bent over his desk, him pounding into her. And now it might come true. She began to undo his tie. He pulled off her shirt. She had a sexy red bra on. Her breasts spilled over the cups just a little. Just enough

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to make them tantalizing. He wanted to taste them so he did. She gasped. “Viktor.” He nudged one out of the cup and latched on for dear life. She squirmed under him while she undid his belt buckle. He undid her bra and let them spill out into his hands. They were soft and he wanted to stick his face in between them. And live there for a few days. He took off her pants and panties, licking and kissing as he went. She panted. She was wet for him.

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“Turn around and put your hands on the desk.” She cocked her head at him, but did as he asked. Her amazing booty was in the air for him. He took a condom out of his desk, putting it on as he walked behind her. He could just reached her tits so he squeezed them. “Oh.” He nudged her legs further apart with his feet, then slid into her, holding onto her hips. Damn. He was deeper into her than he’d ever been.

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He thrust and she moaned, so he thrust harder. He couldn’t hold on much longer as she was slick and warm. This was incredible. Maybe the best sex ever. Her moaning became louder and he was thankful for thick walls in his office. Then her vagina clenched around him and he was gone. Thrusting with all his might until his seed spilled out of him. He caught his breath as he rested a hand on her back. That was an amazing ass on her. “Wow, Viktor.” He helped her up and she kissed him.

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“I like when you say wow. Especially after sex.” She laughed. “I never thought you’d do it in your office.” “I’ll have fond memories of this desk now. I’ll think of you whenever I conduct business in here.” “Good.” “Good?” She put a hand on his chest. He was still naked. “I’ll never be far from your mind.”

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He scooped up her hand then kissed it. “You are never far from my mind Alia.” She smiled and he wondered if he’d revealed too much. Whatever emotion he felt for her was new and raw. He wasn’t ready to label it or share it with her. She hadn’t expressed anything to him, either. This could get complicated and, for a moment, he wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. The sex was great and that could hold him to her for a long time. Would it hold her to him? Or would she want more out of him? Would she demand more? A commitment?

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He didn’t know what he’d do then. No one had ever asked him for one. In his circle, everyone knew that Viktor would never marry. Alia probably didn’t know that. * Alia had finally registered for online college. She signed up for just the English course. It was not her forte, but she figured that would be a good one to get out of the way. Viktor looked over her shoulder. “You have to write a paper a week?” “Yes.”

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“This is your first course?” “Yes. I’m a little nervous,” Alia said. It had been a long time since she was in school. She hadn’t paid that much attention when she was there. Her mother had been sick, so she’d taken sick days to take care of her. Deion had been young also, so he was part of the equation.

Alia had graduated, barely. Not because she wasn’t smart, but because she had so many things tugging at her attention at that age. Not the usual stuff of prom and dates. No,

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she worried about her mother’s health and keeping her brother on track. He was smarter than she was and she wanted him to go to college. That was her plan. She had no plans for when he graduated, but here she was, trying to take an online course. “Are you good at writing?” Viktor said. “I’m a numbers girl.” “You have to take this for your degree?” “Yes. It’s required for everyone,” she said.

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He backed away, shaking his head. “Wish I could help, but I never went to college. I learned from someone in the business.” “That must have been a good way to do it. Learn practical things, not writing an essay that I’ll never use again,” she said. “I’m sure you can do it. You’re smart, Alia.” No one had ever called her smart. “You think I’m smart?” He looked down at her, with a surprised look on his face. “Of course you’re smart.” “No one has ever said that to me,” Alia said.

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“That’s a shame. I’m proud that you’re doing this. Maybe your brother can help you.” “Good idea.” Viktor left her to her class. She sat in his office, since he didn’t have a computer in his house. He’d promised to buy her one, but she didn’t want to remind him. He’d been so generous for so long she didn’t want to push it. She dialed her brother’s phone, hoping he wasn’t busy. “Hey Alia.” “Hey Deion. I need your help.”

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“Okay.” “I’m taking an online course and I’m already stumped. I have to write an essay about some pivotal moment in my life. Can you get me started?” “Why not when Mom died? Or when she got sick? I remember that time vividly.” “I guess I was too busy just doing what needed to be done,” Alia said. “You were always there. I always remember you helping me with my homework. Making sure I ate,” Deion said. “That was so important to me.”

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“But how do I start?” “You need to do an outline.” “Outline?” He gave her some pointers and some websites to investigate. She hung up, feeling better after they talked, The club was beginning to get crowded. She could hear the baseline in the background. Standing, she looked down to see Viktor walking through the bar. She’d kicked him out of his office. Maybe she should do this another time.

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She frowned and sat down. She had to at least start. This was her plan. She had to do this and she had her first step lined up. Surfing around the sites that Deion had given her, she had a better idea of how to get started. She hoped that her brain was willing to work tonight. She wasn’t tired, but she was anxious to produce something. She paced. Viktor looked in on her. “How’s it going?’ “Okay.” “Was your brother any help?”

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“He was. I think I have an outline. Now I just have to write, but I’m a little nervous. What if I fail?” “What if you succeed?” Her life would be so good if she got her degree and was able to get a job. She wouldn’t have to rely on Viktor. She could stand on her own two feet. If the murderers were brought to justice, she could stand on her own. “I guess I’ve just not done this in a long time.” “Did school come easily to you?”

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“In some ways, yes, but I was never able to enjoy it, since my mom was sick,” Alia said. She didn’t have those wonderful memories of high school. Those days were not carefree for her. She had to be the mother for Deion at that point. And nurse to her mother. “Just put your mind to it, Alia. With determination, you’ll be fine.” “You make it sound easy.” “It isn’t, but I have faith in you.” She frowned at him. How could he have so much faith in her? He barely knew her. He

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came around the desk, then kissed the top of her head. “Take a break. Maybe if you come back to it tomorrow, things will be more clear.” “You’ll let me kick you out of your office again?” “No need.” “No need?” “I can’t leave right now, but go upstairs. I have a present for you. It’s on the coffee table,” he said. She kissed him, then raced up the steps. There was a box with a ribbon in it. She

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stared at it for a moment, then tore off the bow. Inside the box was a laptop. And a card. “For Alia.” Of course it was from Viktor. When had he bought this? He was the best. She raced back down to his office with the laptop in her hand. “Oh, Viktor.” “You like?” “Yes, thank you.” “Now, make me proud and get good grades.” She kissed him then went back upstairs. She bet she could get her work done now. By the

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time Viktor came up to check on her, she had her essay done. “I can’t believe you did this,” she said as he sat next to her. “You need the proper tools. I just provided it for you.” *** Since they both had been working hard, Viktor closed the club on Sunday. Alia had turned in her paper and had once again wowed the crowd on Saturday night. He took her out of the city for the day.

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With a driver and a bodyguard, they headed out of Manhattan. Viktor was excited to get out of the city and spend some time alone with Alia. Well, as alone as he could be with his entourage. Better safe than to have anything happen to Alia. He was growing more and more fond of her as the days went on. He couldn’t decide if that was a good idea or not. Many things could take her away from him. Including college or the end of the murder investigation. She held his hand as she gazed out the window.

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“I haven’t been out of the city in years. Probably since I was a kid.” “I don’t get out as much as I should. I’m a city person.” “I guess I’m a city person. I’ve never seen a reason to leave,” Alia said. He studied her for a moment. She was a beautiful woman. Out of his league, if he wanted to be honest. Congested streets gave way to smaller, treelined avenues. They didn’t have to drive too far outside of Manhattan to be in the

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country. The cool thing about New York State. “You don’t go to the beach?” “No. I’ve never been much for water.” “I love the water and would love to take you to the beach when the weather is warmer.” “I’d go. Probably different when I’m an adult. And when I can drive there instead of taking a bus or a train,” she said. He’d never thought about how limiting life was without a car. He hadn’t needed one when they first arrived, but he’d obtained his license as soon as he could afford it. Then, when he was making money, he bought a car.

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Sometimes he missed that clunker. It had served him well. Now he had his driver take him everywhere. He’d have to get a car again and brush up on his skills. It had been years since he drove. “Or be driven,” Alia said. “Since I don’t have a license.” “You don’t have a license?” She shrugged. “Never had a reason.” “I guess not, if you can get anywhere you need on public transport.” “I’ve relied on it my whole life, Viktor.”

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“I can’t remember the last time I was on a bus or train.” “That’s because you have someone to drive you through Manhattan traffic.” “That’s true. I’d miss it,” Viktor said. Despite having been poor, Viktor had forgotten what it was truly like. The day-to-day frustrations that can come with having no money. And no options. “You have a bright future ahead of you, Alia. You won’t have to rely on things like that or, I bet, even me in the future. You’ll get a

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degree and a great job and things will be better.” “I hope so. You’re certainly optimistic about my future.” “You

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remember

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successful?” She laughed. “I’ll owe it all to you.” “Only part of it. You’ll be doing all the work,” Viktor pointed out. He’d bet that part wouldn’t be hard for her. If she raised her brother, then college would be a snap. “How old were you when your mother died?”

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“I was sixteen.” “That’s young. And you raised your brother? How come Social Services didn’t help you?” “We fell through the cracks. At least we were together. I think Deion would have taken a darker path if I hadn’t been there to guide him and keep him accountable.” “He’s a lucky boy to have a sister like you.” “Not sure he always thinks that.” “He’s still young,” Viktor said. The driver parked in front of the distillery. Viktor held Alia’s hand as they walked in. He liked her hand in his. She was his.

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What was he going to do with their future? He had no idea. He still wanted to do some traveling. He actually needed to for business, but would Alia be with him? He wasn’t ready to give her up yet. He had feelings for her and he wanted to see where they were going. And she was so amazing in the sack. Responsive and willing to try anything. He had no idea how long they would last, but he was going to enjoy Alia’s presence until he no longer had it. “This place is really beautiful.”

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The tasting room had barrels that stuck out of the wall. The bar was made of cherry and had some wear to it that gave it character. A short, blonde woman greeted them as they entered. “Welcome to Jackson Distillery. You here for a tasting?” “Yes, we are. I’m Viktor. This is Alia.” She put a paper in front of them and they spent the next half hour tasting whiskey. Alia’s face was a little flushed at the end. “I’m a little buzzed I have to say.”

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He laughed. “In Russia, kids drink vodka on special occasions. Teens are allowed to drink. Sadly, there is a lot of alcoholism, but I don’t think it is due to supply. I think it is due to the conditions.” “You never talk about Russia,” she said. She lounged at the bar, her head against Viktor. She was relaxed, which had been the point of this trip. He felt relaxed too. They hadn’t talked about the murder and hopefully Alia wasn’t thinking about it either. “It was a long time ago.” “You make it sound like you’re ancient.”

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“Some days I feel ancient.” “How old are you?” He looked down at her. Would his age bother her? He hoped not. “Thirty-eight.” “That’s older than I thought you were.” “Problem?” “No. You’re still the same Viktor as before I knew your age.” He laughed. “No I haven’t changed in the last few minutes.”

Chapter 12 Alia woke a few mornings later. Viktor was not in bed, but she wasn’t worried. He didn’t seem to need as much sleep as she did. She stretched and yawned. The weekend had been wonderful. Getting out of the city had been just what she needed. She stretched, then yawned, in the most comfortable bed she’d ever slept in. Leaving this apartment and this bed would be hard. It would eventually happen, she was sure. He would tire of her, eventually.

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A man who could have any woman he wanted would get bored with her. She wasn’t that pretty. Her body had curves and sometimes men didn’t like those curves. Viktor seemed to enjoy them. “You’re thinking too much,” he said from the doorway. He was dressed in jeans and nothing else. He looked sexy that way. He also looked sexy because he had a mug of coffee in his hands. “Is that mine or yours?” “I’ll share,” he said.

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He strode into the bedroom and sat on the edge of her side of the bed. Her side. Might be a little presumptuous, though they had sorted out who slept on what side. She wasn’t sure she could take full ownership of it. “Why do you think I’m thinking too much?” “Because you’re frowning. You get a wrinkle between your eyebrows when you do. Try to enjoy the now.” “But I’ve spent most of my life planning for the future. I need to know what’s going to happen next.”

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“Well how about this. I’d like you to meet my mother.” Meet his mother? That was serious, wasn’t it? That meant a bunch when a man wants you to meet his mother. “Wow. Okay.” “You ready for this? I don’t want to assume anything.” Would he just come out and tell her how he felt? She didn’t want to say it first. “I think I can handle it. What’s your mother like?” “She’s a tough woman, but loves me a lot.” “Of course she would. She’s your mother. All mothers love their children.”

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“Not all, but they are supposed to,” Viktor said. “What else?” Viktor shrugged. “I don’t know. She’s my mother. She cooks and loves to knit.” “Knit? I don’t think I know anyone who knits. Interesting.” She sipped from his coffee, pondering what his mother would be like. “She was tough on us growing up, but she has a big heart.” “I hope it has room for me,” Alia said. He kissed her forehead. “I’m sure it will.”

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“Will she come here or will we go to her place?” “She’ll want to cook, so we’ll visit her.” “Can I make dessert or something?” “No, that would be an insult. We’ll bring her wine.” Never good to go to anyone’s house emptyhanded. Even less so when meeting your lover’s mother. Alia began to have a little bit of nerves. “I hope she likes me.” “I can’t imagine why she wouldn’t. I like you a lot.”

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She leaned in and kissed him. What began as a sweet kiss, turned to passion rapidly. Viktor put his mug on the nightstand and shoved the covers away from Alia. That thrilled her when he took charge. She was already naked, so he broke the kiss then he dropped his pants on the floor. He was already hard. Damn, this man was a stud. He lay on top of her, kissing her neck and nipping it, too. Her body came alive. “Viktor.” “Mm.”

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She ran her hands down his back, loving the feel of his muscles. They bunched and released as he moved across her body with his lips. He ignited fires as he went. She reached for the condom she knew was in the nightstand drawer. “Let me put it on,” she said. He rolled off her and she rolled it onto him. Before he could do anything, she straddled him, then took his whole length into her body. He filled her and her body didn’t want him to ever leave. She moved on top of him, taking

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him then letting him loose so that only his tip was inside of her. “You’re going to kill me, Alia.” “You exaggerate.” He smiled up at her, his hands on her breasts. Her hands braced herself on his chest as she moved her hips in a circle. “Oh, God.” He was right. She sped up as her body was on the verge. She liked being in control some of the time. There it was. That edge. She could see it. Feel it.

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Then she was over it, and Viktor was pushing into her, his hands on her hips. She slumped onto his chest, her breathing ragged from the effort. Viktor ran his fingers through her hair. “So we’re good to see my mother tonight?” “Yes, but I’m a little insulted that I’m naked on top of you and you’re thinking about your mother.” Viktor laughed. “No, I’m thinking about you and what we’re doing later. It just happens to be going to my mother’s house.” “I’ll forgive you.”

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“Good. What’s on your agenda today?” “I have another paper to write and I want to see if I got my grade for the other one,” Alia said. “Hard at work.” “What are you doing? Working? Always?” “Yes, I run a large empire.” “Yes, I know.” He nudged her off him then got rid of the condom. She would be glad to done with them. Viktor had never protested using them. He was too much of a gentleman to complain. She really loved him.

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The thought made her go still. She didn’t say that out loud, did she? “What’s wrong? You went tense all of a sudden.” “Nothing.” She couldn’t say that to him. No. She needed to hear it from him first. That’s the natural order of things. Men say it first. Women already know they love the man, but he has to be sure he feels it before anyone says it out loud. ***

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Viktor paced as he waited for Alia to get ready. He was as nervous as she’d been when her brother was coming to visit. Now he understood how she felt. This was important. He’d never brought a woman to meet his mother. None had been this significant to him. This was a huge step, and he hoped his mother would like Alia. He’d still date Alia. He was a grown man who didn’t let his mother choose his dates, but during the holidays, he spent a lot of time with his mother.

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His mate and his mother getting along would make it all better. Make it easy. He didn’t ever want to have to choose between his mother and his girlfriend. Alia finally emerged from the bedroom. She looked wonderful as always. She had a nice sense of style. “Ready?” he said. “Ready, though I have the sense that I’m going into a wolf’s den.” “It won’t be that bad.” “I hope not.”

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He held out his arm and she took it. He led her down the steps. The car was waiting outside. Viktor had opted not to have Arkady come with them. He was pretty sure his mother’s high rise building was as secure as the Pentagon. They drove and the driver parked the car in the underground parking lot. Then they rode up to the eighth floor. Alia had the wine in her hand. Viktor squeezed her other hand. “You’ll be fine.” “Thanks.”

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He knocked on his mother’s door. She answered it as if she’d been waiting on the other side. Of course she would know he was in the building. She was that way. “Viktor.” She gave her son a hug and a kiss. “Hello, Mama.” He kissed his mother back on both cheeks. She smiled up at him. “You look healthy, Viktor.” He reached behind him, tugging Alia. “I’ve brought someone for you to meet, Mama.” Alia smiled at her. “Hello, Mrs. Kozlov.”

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“This is Alia,” Viktor said. His mother looked her over, but did not use her poker face. Her smile dimmed. “Nice to meet you, Alia.” If Alia noticed, she didn’t react. She just handed his mother the wine. “Thank you for inviting me for dinner.” “Come in,” his mother said. His mother’s apartment, the one he bought for her, had floor to ceilings windows. He envied them since his place had no view. He’d thought about buying an apartment in this building but then he’d have to commute to

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work. With Alia in his life, maybe he should reconsider it. Thought he spent a lot of time at work, he liked the flexibility of living upstairs from the club. A decision for another day. His mother led them to her living room. “You have a beautiful home,” Alia said. “My wonderful son gave me this,” she said. “What a generous son,” Alisa said. She smiled at Alia. “Sometimes too generous. I asked Sacha to join us,” his mother said. “Oh?”

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Was this an ambush? He liked to have his mother to himself for their dinners. They could do a family dinner another time. He didn’t say this, just smiled at his mother. Sacha had issue with Alia and Viktor wasn’t sure his mother approved of her, either. He hoped his mother would give her a chance. Sacha didn’t ring the doorbell. To him, he was the man and he could walk into his mother’s house. Viktor had mentioned it to him on more than one occasion, but he’d been ignored.

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“Hello, Mama. Kak dela?” Sacha said. His mother answered in Russian that she was fine. Viktor cleared his throat. It was rude to speak Russian in front of Alia. His mother had taught him that, but here she was doing it. She could have answered Sacha in English. He knew his brother had done it on purpose to put Alia in her place. If this continued, Viktor was leaving. He wasn’t going to have Alia treated that way. Not even by his mother. “Could we keep it to English?”

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Alia’s smile never dimmed. She was a trooper. “Sure, Viktor. It’s just nice to speak our native tongue,” Sacha said. He shook his brother’s hand, but didn’t acknowledge Alia. She didn’t look too disturbed by it. “Drinks?” his mother asked. “I’ll take some wine. Alia?” Viktor said. “Wine is fine,” she said. Sacha went to get the drinks. The rest sat on the couches in the living room. His mother directed her attention to Viktor as if Alia

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wasn’t there. His mother wouldn’t say anything directly about her dislike of Alia, but Viktor could feel it in every word she said to him. “Mother?” “Yes, Viktor?” “Alia is singing at my club.” “That’s nice. How is your club doing?” He balled his hand into a fist, but Alia rubbed it open. That was sweet of her. Sacha came back with the wine and some glasses. He poured Alia’s last, even though, as the guest, she should have received hers first.

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That was the last straw. “Mama, I think we’ll be going.” He would speak to his mother later. He refused to make a scene in front of Alia. “You just got here, here, Viktor,” his mother said. He rose and pulled Alia with him. “Both of you have been rude to my guest. I will not have it. She is with me and that’s that. Neither of you have any say in who I spend my time with.” He pulled Alia out of there. Once on the elevator, he turned to Alia. “I’m sorry for that.”

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“I don’t know what to say. You stood up for me. With your family.” “Why would I do anything else? I’m a grown man. They cannot tell me who I can see. They also cannot be rude to my guest, either.” “No one has ever stood up for me like that.” She put her head on his arm. “Thank you.” “I’m with you Alia, and they’ll have to get used to the idea.”

Chapter 13 With her third Saturday night under her belt, Alia began to feel more confident about her abilities. She felt more relaxed onstage and her between-songs prattle was much more natural. She thanked Kent, then walked offstage. As had become their custom, after the last set, Alia met Viktor in his office. Sometimes they made love on his desk. Sometimes they just talked. He was pleased with her performance almost as much as she was.

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She was eager to see him, as he’d been away most of the day. She’d been doing schoolwork, but had handed in another paper. Her grades were good and she finally liked school. On her way to the door, a man stopped her. “Alia?” She stopped. She didn’t recognize him, but she figured he should be okay. The bouncers didn’t let just anyone into the club. “Yes?” He handed her a card. “I’m James Finster.” “Nice to meet you.”

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His card said he was a booking agent. She wasn’t sure what that was. “I heard about your singing and the person who said you sang like an angel didn’t do you justice.” She wanted to blush. “Thank you.” “Is this your first professional gig?” “Yes.” “Can I buy you a drink? I’d like to talk to you about the future.” “Future?” So

far,

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“Yes, I book acts for concerts and fundraisers. I also hire musicians and backup singers for session work. I’d like to have you under contract.” “I don’t know that what means.” He put a hand on the small of her back and guided her to an empty table. The waitress came by. James ordered a drink. She asked for some club soda. The waitress left. Alia was tired and exhilarated and wanted to just see Viktor. He always made her feel better.

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“I think you have a lot of talent and I think you can be a star, but you need some more experience. I book acts for various venues as I said. I’d like you to be in my stable of talent. I wouldn’t be your agent. I would deal with your agent.” She didn’t have an agent. She didn’t know where to get an agent. “Or you could have a manger. Either one.” This man might have been talking another language. She blinked at him a few times. “I know this is all confusing, but you check out my website, you’ll understand. I’m not

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asking for an answer now, but please consider my offer. You’re talented, and people would pay you well to hear you sing.” “What kinds of venues?” She didn’t know what to ask. This was all sudden and she was tired. “Fundraisers. Conventions. Larger clubs.” Viktor appeared at her side. She didn’t see him, just felt his presence behind her. “I’m Viktor Kozlov, the owner of this club.” James stood and shook Viktor’s hand. “I was just talking to Alia here about some business.”

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“It sounds like you are trying to poach my talent,” Viktor said. He was smiling, but she could see the tension in his stance. “Not exactly. I want to expand her horizons. She doesn’t have to make any decision right now.” “Good. How did you get in here? This is a private club.” “I was given an invitation by Kent, her piano player. I hope that was okay,” James said. “Yes, that was fine. What do you do?”

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“I book acts for various venues. As I told Alia, it would be conventions and larger clubs.” “I see. You have a card?” Alia handed hers to Viktor. He perused it. “You seem legit and you have an invitation to be in my club, but I’d prefer Miss Adams not make any decision right now,” Viktor said. Was he speaking for her? “I’m not making any decisions now. I’ll look into what you do and contact you another time.” “That’s all I’m asking,” James said.

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Their drinks arrived. When James went to pay, Viktor waved away the waitress. “The drinks are on me.” “Thank you, sir.” Alia’s drinks were free so the gesture wasn’t that magnanimous. She chose not to point that out. She wanted Viktor to leave. This was her business. “Do you often come into clubs to recruit talent?” Viktor asked. “No, but Kent said that Alia was an amazing talent. He wanted me to hear her. He wasn’t wrong.”

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“Yes, she is talented.” “Could we not talk about me like I’m not here?” Alia said. Both men looked at her, surprised. “Viktor, how about you wait upstairs? I’ll be up when I finish my drink and my talk with Mr. Finster.” Viktor’s one eyebrow went up. She’d never spoken to him like this, but she did have a brain in her head. She was safe, so he didn’t need to be all Neanderthal on her. He nodded at them both then left.

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“He’s protective of his investment,” James said. “Something like that. Tell me a little more about your business.” He spoke for the next half hour. Good. Alia was happy to make Viktor wait. She knew he was at the window upstairs, his temper getting the best of him. She’d done nothing wrong, so he had no reason to be mad. If he was jealous, he’d just have to get over it. The man left after that. Alia eyed his business card. She’d check it all out in the morning.

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Olga came by with her tray. “Can I get you something else?” “No, thanks.” “You going to see Viktor/” “When I’m good and ready,” Alia said. She’d grown to like Olga. “Good for you, Alia. Russian men can be so overbearing. Viktor is better than most, but still. You put him in his place.” Olga left, laughing. Alia wasn’t playing a game. She was composing herself. She didn’t want to fly off the handle, but Viktor had made her mad. Yes, he was protecting her

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and yes, they were lovers. That didn’t give him the right to rule her life. *** Viktor was sure steam was coming out of his ears. Alia had dismissed him. Sacha came into his office. He had no desire to talk with his brother. “I saw that, Viktor. Are you going to let her get away with that? You are the man.” Viktor’s anger dissipated. If Sacha thought he should discipline his girlfriend, then clearly it was wrong. Sacha had a mean

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streak and was that old style Russian man that Viktor had refused to become. He would have a civil conversation with Alia. Alia. Who was still sitting at that table. Alone. Making him wait. He did not play games. He should go down and get her. Before he could, she rose from her chair. “Leave, Sacha.” “She needs to be put in her place.” “Go, Sacha. I don’t want you here, your oldfashioned values here,” Viktor said.

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He still held the man’s business card. He didn’t care that the man had spoken to Alia. He didn’t even care that he’d come into his club to do it. He didn’t want Alia taken advantage of. It was his job to protect her. She didn’t need to be reckless. She finally appeared in his doorway, clearly not repentant. Should he be? Had he overstepped the boundaries of their relationship? She closed the door behind her, but her gaze did not waver from his. Who would blink first? This is why he didn’t like Russian girls. They would simper and

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apologize. He wasn’t sure he’d done the right thing. “Viktor.” She stood by the door, leaning against it. She looked tired. Her eyes were small, looking at him. “Alia.” They stood like that for a few more minutes. An American friend once told him that you have two choices in life. You can be right or you can be happy. Most of the time he chose right. Today he chose happy.

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“I’m sorry,” he said finally. “I’m sorry if I overstepped my bounds.” Her shoulders relaxed. She hadn’t wanted to fight either. “You did, Viktor. I understand that it comes from a good place, but at some point you won’t be around to protect me.” He wouldn’t be around? She was already sure this relationship was going to end? He wasn’t so sure of that. “I don’t know how to answer that, but let’s deal with this issue, now.” “Okay.”

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“I am sorry, Alia. I take my role as protector seriously.” “You acted like a jealous lover.” He hadn’t looked at it that way. “I didn’t mean it that way. I’m not sure if I have a right to be jealous.” “A right?” “Well, we haven’t really established the boundaries of our relationship. I don’t know if I have a right to be jealous.” “You shouldn’t ever be jealous. If we’re not exclusive, then you don’t get to feel that way.

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If we are exclusive, then you shouldn’t feel that way because I chose you.” He blinked. It made sense. “I didn’t mean to come off as jealous. I wasn’t. I was just protecting you. Or trying to. Looks like you can do a pretty good job yourself.” “You made me look unprofessional.” He frowned. He hadn’t looked at it that way. He had made her seem unprofessional. “Guess I have a lot to apologize for.” Plopping into his chair, he rubbed a hand down his face. “I’m usually the one in charge. And I

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don’t really have relationships. Not like we have.” She took a step closer to him. “What do we have?” So she was going to ask him to define it. He sighed. If he said the wrong thing, then things would be awkward between them. “I don’t want to see anyone else.” Her shoulders relaxed again. He didn’t want to fight. He would never back down from one, but he did his best to stay out of that. “I don’t want to see anyone else, either.”

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“I care about you, Alia. I’d like you in my life for a long time. That’s all I know at this point,” Viktor said. “I’ll take it, then. That’s really all I need to know.” She sat on a chair. “Did you look at the man’s website?” Just like that, they were back on an even keel. He refused to question. All was right with the world. “Yes, he seems legit.” “Okay. I’ll look at it in the morning. I’m too tired now.” He nodded. She rose and walked to him. She kissed him on the lips. “Good night, Viktor.”

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“Good night Alia. Sweet dreams.” She smiled then left him to his thoughts. Damn. What had happened? He’d be a Neanderthal and she’d pushed back. The hazards of dating an independent woman. He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. Why hadn’t he told her that he loved her? Because she might not have believed him. It would have sounded like an excuse to forgive him. She forgave him anyway. And she was his. All his. She wasn’t going to see anyone else. He liked that. It warmed his

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heart. Sighing, he couldn’t help smiling. He wanted to escape upstairs and even if Alia was asleep, he wanted to snuggle with her. A knock sounded on his door. Guess the staff knew that Alia wasn’t in here. “Come in.” It was Sacha. He looked grim. “What’s wrong?” Sacha needed a good woman in his life. “You work things out?” “Not how you would have, but we did.” Sacha frowned. “Whatever.” Someone else knocked on his door. He wasn’t getting out of here soon.

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“Come in.” Arkady poked his head into the office. “Boss, we’re getting raided.” “Raided? By whom?” “Cops.” Viktor was out of his seat before Arkady could finish. He pushed past him and ran down the steps. The customers were gone. Why would they raid now? What had he done? He found the person who looked to be in charge. “What’s going on?” “Are you Viktor Kozlov?”

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“Yes.” “We got a tip that there are drugs on the premises. We have a warrant to search the club.” Viktor eyed the warrant. “Guess you’re searching then.”

Chapter 14 Alia woke and then she realized that Viktor had just climbed into bed. She glanced at the clock. Where had he been? He wrapped her into his arms. “Where have you been?” she said. “Sorry if I woke you.” She patted his hand that rested on her shoulder. “It’s fine. Did something happen?” He sighed. “The club was raided.”

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She was awake now. No sleepiness at all. She shifted to look at him. “Does that happen often?” “Never been raided in my life. I’ve always adhered to the rules. My patrons don’t want to be bothered by the cops. They just want to have a good time.” “Of course. What happened?” “They found nothing.” “What were they looking for?” she said. This didn’t make sense and she had a sinking feeling that this raid had to do with

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her. She couldn’t keep letting him protect her. Nor did she have a safe place to go. She bit her lip. He kissed her. “Drugs. They didn’t find any.” She didn’t think they would. “I bet your customers weren’t happy.” “It happened after we were closed.” “Did someone phone it in?” “An anonymous tip. The cop I talked to didn’t know much more than that.” “Could have been worse. They could have found something.”

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“There isn’t anything like that in my club. I’m very strict about that.” “I wasn’t saying it would have been there legitimately. Someone could have planted something.” “I hadn’t thought about that.” She heard his sigh. “I’m sorry, Viktor.” “Why are you sorry?” “Because I think this has something to do with me. And my presence here,” she said. She put a hand on his face. He was such a good man. He would never kick her

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out. She didn’t want to leave, either. She was falling for him, hard. She wasn’t sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. She didn’t know his plans, and frankly, she’d been so much of a liability in his life, she didn’t think she’d last too long. He’d protect her. That was for sure. Would she stay in his bed the whole time? He kissed her forehead. “It’s fine, Alia. You have nothing to worry about now. I know what you’re thinking and if you run away from me again, I may put you over my knee and spank you.”

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For some reason, the idea that Viktor would be that upset about her leaving, sent a thrill through her. She didn’t like the spanking idea. A little too much kink for her, but someone caring, that much was amazing. All because she’d seen a murder. Talk about a silver lining. “I’m not going to run. I promise, but maybe we need to figure out other options.” He pulled her tighter. “There are no other options. You are here with me and that’s it. I’m not entertaining anything else. I

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want you here. I want you in my bed when I come home and when I wake up.” Okay. He’d made that clear. Besides, he was tired. “Okay. No arguing.” He smiled. Then he kissed her and she could tell he was ready for something other than sleep. She turned fully into him, his erection poking at her stomach. “I’m guessing you aren’t that tired,” she said. “I’m not sure I can do much work.” “Then lay on your back. I’ll take care of everything.”

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This man turned her on just by his presence. She straddled him, kissing him with a ferocity she had never kissed anyone before. This man was so much man and, at the moment, all hers. Would she ever tire of him? Probably not. He might tire of her, but she refused to think of that. She rubbed his penis with her crotch. “Don’t tease,” he said. “I don’t think I have a lot of control right now.” She smiled down at him, then took his full length inside of her. He filled her.

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Completed her, the way she’d never expected from a man. She’d never wished for it. As a child, she hadn’t bought into Disney fairy tales. They all seemed so unrealistic, but this man was her knight in shining armor. He’d saved her and he kept saving her, no matter what happened. She stroked him with her insides, setting up a slow torturous rhythm. He gasped. She braced her hands on his chest, moving her hips until she was just at the peak. Then she sped up and they came together.

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Her breath came out in pants as she rested her head on his chest. “Alia,” he whispered in her hair. The words held a tenderness that she cherished. Not only had this man saved her, he’d given her a chance to go to college and have a career. For a moment, she worried that her success was too tied up with him. But her success would be her own at some point. She shifted to lay next to him. He turned onto his side and snuggled her closer to him. She felt safe. It was that simple. He cared for her and kept her safe.

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“Viktor. Mm.” He chuckled. “Now I need to sleep, my sweet. It’s been a long day.” “Sleep. I don’t need to be up for a while either,” she said. It would have taken a bomb to get her out of the bed. His body warmed her. The hairs on his chest tickled her back. One of his hands rested on her breast. The other found a spot on her hip. She couldn’t have moved if she’d wanted to. Not that she had any desire to, but she did have to figure out how to be safe without

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Viktor’s business being affected. She couldn’t in clear conscience, keep having his life turned upside down because the Russian Mafia wanted her. Police protection? She didn’t know if they did that. She yawned. Viktor’s breathing settled and he was asleep. Like a man with nothing on his conscience. Which he didn’t. She was sure. She couldn’t say the same. *** Sacha poked his head into Viktor’s office later that day. “Viktor?”

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“What’s up, Sacha?” He didn’t like the look on his brother’s face. “You need to come see this.” “What is it?” He waved his hand. “Come see.” Viktor followed Sacha down to his loading dock which opened on the back alley of the building. He didn’t often have a reason to be here, so he couldn’t fathom what Sacha needed him to see. This was part of Sacha’s domain.

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Besides being Viktor’s lawyer, he oversaw a part of his business. Sacha had never let him down and it was the Russian way to hire family. You could trust blood. No trucks were parked there unloading, but a pallet of alcohol sat on the dock. It had been shrink-wrapped. “So?” “Look closer,” Sacha said. When he stepped closer, Viktor saw what he was talking about. The bottles on top of the stack had been broken. Every single one.

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He pulled out his phone and called his distributor. “Tony, it’s Viktor.” “Hey Viktor. What’s up?” “I have my shipment from you and part of the shipment is broken.” “Let me look up your record.” He came back on the line. “That was checked and signed for by Sacha.” Viktor glanced at his brother, holding his hand over his phone. “He says you checked it and signed for it.”

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Sacha shook his head. “I didn’t sign for anything. I came out this morning and found it here. Then I examined it and found the broken bottles.” The back dock currently smelled like a distillery. All of the leaked alcohol was inside the pallet. That meant all of the unbroken bottles need to be cleaned. “Sacha said he found the pallet out here.” “The best I can do is talk to the driver. He’ll be here in about a half an hour.”

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Viktor hung up. Then he called upstairs to Alia. “I need your help down here.” “Sure, I’ll be down in a few minutes. Do I need to dress?” “Wear clothes, but not nice ones. It’s a dirty job.” He hung up. Sacha gave him a strange look. “You’re asking your girlfriend to help clean?” “Why not?” Sacha shrugged. Alia appeared ten minutes later.

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“We need to cut the shrink wrap and clean the bottles.” He took off his suit jacket and tie. He rolled up his sleeves. There were many bottles to clean before the bar opened that night. “How did this happen?” Alia asked, as she grabbed some bottles after Sacha opened the wrapping. “Still trying to figure this out. I’ve never had an issue with this guy,” Viktor said. They cleaned the bottles in the sink in the bar. It was the only place to do it. They let them dry.

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“I hope the labels don’t come off,” Viktor said. “How much did you lose?” Sacha asked. “I don’t know, but I’m expecting them to replace it.” “Maybe you need a camera at the back dock,” Sacha said. “You might be right.” He wondered if this was something unrelated to the distributor. Had someone else come along and smashed the bottles.

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Bored kids? Why didn’t the driver wait for someone to sign for the alcohol? The distributor could get in trouble for leaving it there, not that Viktor was going to tell on them. The worked at the bar while Sacha brought them the bottles. “Did you know this shipment was coming?” Viktor asked Sacha. The man eyed Alia over Viktor’s shoulder. “No and we we’ve never had trouble before. Not until your girlfriend came to stay.”

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Viktor straightened. “Sacha, that’s unacceptable.” “You tell me that it isn’t true,” Sacha said. “Sacha. It doesn’t matter.” Alia stopped what she was doing and cocked her head in their direction. “This isn’t the time or place,” Viktor said. “You have a problem with how I’m running my business, we talk in private. Not here.” Sacha frowned, but nodded. “He’s probably right,” Alia said.

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“Shush. I’m not listening.” She didn’t pursue it. When they were almost done, the bartender came in and helped. He’d been with Viktor since the club’s opening. Viktor’s phone rang. It was the distributor. “Hello?” “It’s Tony. My driver said that he dropped of the stuff, but no one was there to sign. He said that someone threatened him.” “Who?” “He doesn’t know, but the guy appeared out of nowhere. Had a gun.”

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“Shit. Sorry, Tony. We’re having a bit of trouble.” “I don’t want my drivers involved in your bit of trouble.” “Then you better call first so I can be sure someone is here,” Viktor said. “I will next time, but if there is more trouble we’ll have to rethink this relationship,” Tony said. Viktor hung up, dropping the phone onto the bar. What was happening? Why were things escalating? Did the cops figure

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out who the suspects were? They hadn’t contacted Alia again. She would be really scared now. Not good. She might do something stupid. Sacha came back in with the last of the bottles. “Problem?” “No, but Tony is going to call before the next delivery to make sure that someone is here.” Sacha grunted, then leaned on the bar. “We need to talk.” “Not now. I have work.” “Tonight.”

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Sacha stomped away like he used when he was a little kid. That man was moodier than a woman. He probably needed to get laid. Sacha needed a woman. One that didn’t let him get away with anything. Viktor didn’t look forward to his talk with Sacha. The man was on a tear about Alia.

Jealousy?

Did

he

wish

he

had

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The Mafia could be nasty. Case and point, the execution style murder in a dark alley. Viktor shuddered. He felt hands on his back. Alia was rubbing him. “You okay?” He smiled down at her. “Good.” * Alia lounged in Viktor’s office while he sorted out paperwork. She didn’t want to go back upstairs. She was restless and would love another outing. The apartment was getting cramped.

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Maybe she should invite Jess over. They hadn’t seen each other in weeks. “Do you think they’re watching this place?” she said. “Who?” Viktor didn’t look up from his paperwork. She couldn’t believe he could concentrate on her and his work. She was also feeling a little unnerved about the latest salvo against Viktor. How far would they go? How far would he go to protect her? She felt safe here. Safe with Viktor, but how long will that last?

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What will they have to do to his business for him to give her up? Hopefully, the cops would have this solved by then. “The Mafia,” she said. She swiveled her chair in boredom. She was getting good at writing her papers for class so she didn’t need as much time to do them. She wasn’t on social media and frankly didn’t think it was a good idea to start now. “Probably.” Once again, he didn’t look up. He only turned to his computer, typed on some keys.

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“How can you be so calm?” He stopped and finally looked at her. She hated being high maintenance, but she needed some reassuring at the moment. This incident was the first time the bad guys had let them know of their presence in a few days. This had been a direct attack on Viktor’s business. That unnerved Alia. They were getting more serious. They wanted her. “Because, Alia, they are a presence in this neighborhood and I’ve had to deal with them in the past.”

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“Oh?” “Yes. When I first opened up the club, they wanted hookers in here and drugs. I chased them out. They don’t like me to begin with, but it’s been an uneasy alliance for years.” “And now I’ve disrupted the balance.” He waved a hand. “It’s fine. I’m not concerned.” “Maybe there’s another way.” “Another way to what?” He put down his pen and looked at her.

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“To protect me,” she said. “Do you have an idea?” No, she did not, but in clear conscience, she couldn’t stay her much longer. She didn’t want to be reckless or be in danger. She also felt that she shouldn’t take advantage of Viktor. He’d been so good to her. And when this was all over she’d have to leave. That broke her heart. She was beginning to have feelings for him. She didn’t know if he had feelings back. She should ask, but for some reason, she was chicken.

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What if he said he didn’t? She’d be shattered. And the rest of her stay here would be awkward. She didn’t want that. She wanted to stay in Viktor’s bed for as long as she could. “Uh, no, but maybe it’s time to explore other options.” He folded his hands on his desk. “What other options are those?” His gaze was stern on her. “I don’t know, but there has be something else I can do, or we can do. We have to do something before they shut down your business.”

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“Oh, Alia. I own nightclubs in other major cities. I can pack up and live in them if I want.” “Then maybe you should send me to one of those to sing. Then the Mafia would leave you alone.” He shook his head. “I don’t like that idea.” “Why not? Your business would be safer.” “Like I said, my business is not just this place. This is one of several I own. The

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others are under no threat and the Russian Mafia has no pull in those countries.” “But—” “No, buts, Alia. You’re staying.” He picked up his pen and went back to work. She wasn’t satisfied. She didn’t like being dismissed as if her opinion didn’t matter. Her temper spiked and she stood. Viktor looked up at her, no fear in his eyes. “I’m serious Viktor. I’m not going to be responsible for your business going

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under. And Sacha clearly agrees I shouldn’t be either.” “Don’t worry about Sacha. He’s out of line.” She leaned on his desk, her hands on his paperwork. “We need to talk about this.” Viktor sighed, put down his pen. “You are not letting this go, are you?” “No, I’m not. What happens if they ruin your nightclub?” “They aren’t going to ruin it, but let’s look at possible scenarios.”

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At least he was paying attention to her fears now, instead of dismissing them. “Go ahead.” She sat back down on her chair to listen. “The club closes and I have to lay off people. I’m sure I can find them jobs because don’t employ that many. Some of my bodyguards will relocate to other clubs I own. Some will get other jobs in the field. I can give good recommendations for all of them. They would know in plenty of time to

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get another job. Everyone would be taken care of.” “Would you stay in New York?” He shrugged. “I’d probably move my mother to wherever I was going. She doesn’t care where she lives as long as it is a city and she doesn’t have to learn a new language. I’d probably move to London or LA to accommodate that.” “What about Sacha?” She noticed he didn’t mention her. At all. He wouldn’t take her with him. That was telling.

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“Sacha is a big boy. He can follow, or not. He’s only licensed to practice law in New York and California.” “But he could get his license anywhere you went?” “I don’t know the specifics of that. The point is that I have an escape plan. Everyone will be taken care of.” Everyone but Alia. She would be left, wouldn’t she? All the more reason to make sure his business didn’t fail. She rubbed her chin as he stared at her. ***

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Viktor realized that he left Alia out of his escape plan. That’s why she was looking at him like that. Not a good mistake, but he wasn’t really paying attention. A tactical error that he had to fix right now. The paperwork could wait. This was not a “fuck her on the desk, make up sex.” He stood and she looked at him, wideeyed. He held out his hand. “Come on.” “Where are we going?” “Upstairs. I want to have this conversation where no one will interrupt us.”

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She took his hand warily. He led her up to the apartment. He had begun to think of it as their apartment. She was entrenched, and wherever he went, he would take her with him. If he said it now, she might not believe him. “Don’t you have work to do?” Alia asked him, as he opened the front door. He remembered how she looked that first day he’d brought her up here. She was scared. She looked equally as scared today. His heart broke that he hadn’t made his feelings clear to her.

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He’d been remiss in doing that. He wasn’t just playing house, here. He loved her. He didn’t know how long all of this would last, but he was going to see it through to the end. The best night of his life had probably been her worst. If she’d never seen that murder, she never would have ended up in his club. He would never have been as happy as he’d been since she was here. Why hadn’t he told her that? Because he assumed she knew. That she understood that he did things

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for her to make her happy because he loved her. He’d never loved anyone other than his family before Alia. He never felt capable of it. “It can wait. This is more important.” He sat her down on the couch. “You want some wine?” “Do I need to be fortified with alcohol?” “No.” He sat down beside her and took her hands. Her wide eyes stared back at him.

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“You’re scaring me a little, Viktor.” “Sorry. I don’t mean to. I’m just trying to get you to understand that I’m not kicking you out. If you want to go, you can, when this is all over, but I am not going to force you. I’ve never had a girlfriend as part of my escape plan, because no one has been around as long as you have.” “Is that why you like me? Because I have no choice?” “Not at all. I like you because you are fierce and independent. You make me think. And you challenge me.” He looked down at

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their hands intertwined. “What I’m trying to say it that I love you, Alia. You can come with me wherever I go. I just don’t think we’ll have to leave.” A smile burst on to her lips. “You love me?” Why was she so surprised? “Yes, I love you, Alia. I’ve never said that to anyone.” She kissed him. “No one’s ever said that to me before.” Then he held his breath. Was she going to say it back? He’d never felt so vulnerable in his life.

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She stood and dragged him to his feet. “I love you, too, Viktor.” She led him to the bedroom. Before he was down the hall, he scooped her into his arms. She giggled. “Oh, Alia. What would I do without you?” “Have blue balls.” He laughed as he put her on the bed then climbed on top of her. He nuzzled her neck, then nipped and licked that spot that he knew drove her wild. She moaned. He loved the sound of her when they made love.

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They tugged at each other’s clothing. Finally, she was naked underneath him. Writhing and making those sounds that made him hard. This never got old. He thought they could have sex three times a day and he’d never get bored with her. He slid down to settle between her thighs. Her sweet pussy was already wet. He licked her folds and sucked as if his life depended on it. This woman was his. She came only moments later. He liked how responsive she was. He could pitch a tent and stay here for days. But

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then her breasts were calling to him. They were large and her nipples were standing at attention, begging him to touch them. So he sucked on one, while he played with the other. Alia started moaning again and he wanted to be inside of her. Now. She handed him a condom as if she’d had the same thought. “Now, Viktor.” She rolled it on for him, and then he was poised over her entrance. He thrust into her, her body meeting his. This woman would probably kill him with sex. What a way to go.

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He set up a rhythm, but he varied the speed. This drove her wild and he wanted to rock her world. “You’re evil,” she said, but the smile on her face said something else. She enjoyed when he did this. Her eyes grew dark, she was on the edge. He waited, thinking about budgets. Anything not to come before her. Her body stiffened, then her vagina clenched around him. He sailed into the abyss with her, his thrusts lacking finesse as

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he lost control of his limbs. He slumped onto her. Her hands were gripping his arms. She let them loose. Her breath came out in pants. “That gets better every time.” He rolled off her and removed the condom. He dropped it in the trashcan next to the bed. He’d have agreed with her, but he wasn’t sure he could speak. Instead, he lay next to her and snugged her close to him. He kissed her ear. “I love you.”

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“Oh, Viktor, I love you, too.” He didn’t want to be anywhere else at the moment. The club would be opening soon, but he didn’t care.

Chapter 15 Alia’s nerves were on high alert as Viktor’s driver took them to her audition. He was along as her manager. He may not know the music business, but Alia trusted him. Implicitly. He could navigate this new world with her. She wouldn’t need to do it alone. She could sing. That she knew, and someone else thought she had a lot of talent. That part was easy. Alia never had a head for business. She got numbers. She understood

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balance sheets, but negotiating was not her forte. That’s where Viktor came in. He could do that. She was going to take advantage of his expertise. He squeezed her hand. “It’s going to be fine.” “Is it obvious that I’m nervous?” “You keep picking at your nails. You do it when you are nervous,” he said. She looked down at her newly painted nails and realized that she had chipped off a

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little of it. Holding out her hands to Viktor, she said, “Hold them so I don’t.” He took her hands into his, effusing her with warmth. And some confidence too. She thought all night about their declarations to each other. Was it too soon? Was it all nuts? She had a price on her head. Both his mother and his brother didn’t like her. None of those things boded well for their future. What if this was all part of the stress of her being wanted by the Russian Mafia? If that

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was gone, would it take the thrill out of the relationship? Would it all be boring if not for this Sword of Damocles over her head? Would she be less attractive to Viktor if he didn’t have to protect her? She didn’t want to think about it, but his declaration of love should have made her feel more secure. Instead, it made her feel less so. “Stop over thinking,” he said. He let go to rub a spot between her brows. Her worries must have been written

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on her face. Viktor was attributing her worry to this audition. As nervous as she was, she knew that if she didn’t get it, her life would be no worse. Not getting this job wouldn’t end her, because she’d never seen singing as a career move. If it never happened, it would not be that disappointing. If it did happen, she’d be ecstatic. He thought she was worrying about this audition, when she was worrying about his feelings and their future. Not wanting to illuminate him, she just nodded.

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“The anticipation is the worst.” “Always is,” Viktor said. “Nothing is ever as bad as you imagine it.” She laughed. “No, I guess not. Thank you for coming with me. I’d be worse without you.” “Arkady would have calmed you down,” Viktor said. “But it’s different when you want to, than when it’s your job.” “True.” The arrived at the high-rise building. Somewhere in that place was a recording

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studio and when they left it, Alia’s life would be different. She could be a little disappointed or very happy at the end of this meeting. They rode up in the elevator together, Arkady a calm and looming presence behind them. He would stay out in the lobby of the studio while Alia and Viktor went inside. The agent greeted her. “Nice to see you again, Alia. We’re all set up for your audition.” “Thanks.” “You need anything? Coffee? Water?” he asked.

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“Water would be fine.” “Viktor?” “Nothing for me,” Viktor said. He leaned against the back wall of the sound area while the agent went to get Alia’s water. A man with headphones resting around his neck played with what Alia assumed was a sound board. He finally looked up at her. He thrust out his hand. “I’m Jet.” “Alia.” They shook. He was a skinny guy. As if he hadn’t filled out with his grown up weight. Or he did drugs.

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“I’m your sound man. This’ll be fine. Don’t be nervous, just sing.” “Thanks,” Alia said. Agent returned with water. “You go into the sound booth and put on head phones. I’ve selected a few songs and with your permission I’ll make a demo tape. If I decide to bring you on, we’ll do the paperwork today.” He glanced at Viktor. “I’m assuming that’s why you brought him?” “Yes, he’s my business manager.” “That’s fine. Shall we get started?”

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Alia left them and stood in the sound booth just taking it all in. Now that she was here, she was excited. She sipped her water, and then put it down on the stool that held the headphones. Those went over her ears. “You ready?” Agent asked. She nodded and gave him a thumbsup. For the next hour, she sang her heart out. “Come on back in here, Alia.” She took off the headphones, her throat a little tired. She couldn’t have been happier if she knew she was given the job. “Listen,” the agent said.

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She heard her voice come out and it was better than she had hoped. “Let’s go talk business,” he said. Viktor put a hand on her back and ushered her out the door after the agent. They ended up in a nice office with floor to ceiling windows. She sat in a buttery leather chair next to Viktor. “I’m all for hiring you. Here is how it works. All I do is get you gigs. The bars and venues pay me. You don’t, so you have nothing to lose. If you want, I can be your agent and get you other types of gigs.”

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“Do you have a contract for me to read?” “No formal contract for the one business arrangement, but I do have a contract you can peruse if you want me to be your agent,” he said. Alia nodded as he handed both of them a copy of the contract. Hm. She didn’t want to make a decision right now. “Can I think on this? Or can I have you set me up with some gigs and later choose you as my manager?” ***

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Viktor was impressed with Alia’s business sense. She had more than she gave herself credit for having. Her last question was evidence of that. “You can take your time, Alia. I’m not pressuring you into anything,” the agent said. “It’s all a lot at once. I’ve never really thought about my singing as a career so I’d really like to talk this over with my manager and think on this.”

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“Take the paperwork with you. You can fax me it back when you’ve made a decision.” Viktor liked that this man wasn’t forcing Alia to make a decision right now. It gave him more credibility in Viktor’s eyes. No one should have to make such an important decision without thinking about it. Besides, he wanted to discuss some things with Alia before she signed. Of course, he’d have Sacha look at the contract. Viktor himself would give it a look, but a legal mind needed to read it.

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Sacha wouldn’t like it, but that was too bad. Viktor would insist. They all shook hands and then Viktor escorted Alia back to where Arkady waited for them. “Let’s go to lunch,” Viktor said. Arkady nodded. “I’m hungry. That was harder work than I thought it would be.” He interlaced his fingers with hers. “You did great.” “I’m glad I didn’t have to sign anything today.”

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“Me too.” They lunched at a fine restaurant in the same block as the studio. Arkady insisted on waiting outside. He didn’t see a threat in the restaurant. Viktor

assented

and

the hostess

seated him and Alia at a quiet table in the back. No need to be on display. Alia ordered a Caesar salad. Viktor, fish. He had the contract on the table while they waited for their food. “What do you think?” Alia said.

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“So far so good, but I’ve only read the first page. It all seems above board, but I want Sacha to look at it.” “Sacha? You think he will? He’s not my biggest fan.” How did he explain Sacha to Alia? “Sacha has some Old World ideas about women and men. He hasn’t become as American as I have.” “And he’s younger?” “Yes. He’s more like my father. Even without the man’s influence, he is well on his way to becoming him.”

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Alia laughed. “If you think you can get him to look at it, go ahead.” “I do have him on retainer, so he has to,” Viktor pointed out. “Okay.” “I don’t see anything that jumps out at me. I think this guy is legit. If he’d pressured you into signing a contract right then I would have been worried.” “Me, too. Even I’m not that naïve.” “Let’s talk about long term,” he said. “What do you mean?”

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“Well, say you get some gigs and you end up with a record contract.” “That’s a nice dream.” “Let’s say, for argument’s sake that it happens. What if this murder has not been solved? Are you willing to risk becoming famous?” “Wouldn’t that make it harder for them to find me? Or at least harder to get to me? I’d have an entourage, wouldn’t I?” He mulled that over. “It might be harder to get to you, being in the spotlight so

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much. I’m not sure they might just try harder.” She seemed to mull that over. “I guess they might, but right now I’m living my life in fear. If I get this chance, I have to take it, despite them.” She had a determined look on her face and Viktor knew he’d never talk her out of it. He could see why. She was a girl from the ghetto. How could she turn down making good money? To finally be comfortable? He couldn’t blame her.

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And to have a career thrust on her that she’d never thought of? That must be amazing in some ways. He’d always known what he’d wanted to do. His rise had been no surprise to him. What the agent was offering Alia could be big. Really big. As long as she knew the potential consequences, he would support her. “I understand. This is huge and unexpected.” She reached across the table to hold his hand. “I’m glad I’m with you, Viktor. I

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think it would all be pretty overwhelming without your support.” “I just hope you are sure about this.” “I’m as sure as I can be. I don’t know what this opportunity will bring me. I could be doing but

singing at some other

nightclubs.” “That’s one of my issues. They will have to be okay with Arkady being with you. I’m not compromising on that. Until those people are in jail, I’m not letting you go anywhere alone.” “You’ve made that clear.”

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“You signing this contract does not change that. I’m still protecting you.” “I wish the cops would get a break in this case. How can two men kill someone and no one but me noticed?” “Maybe someone noticed, but they didn’t see that person. You just happen to be the one they saw,” Viktor said. He’d hoped this would be all over soon. Now that he’d told Alia how he felt, she had no need to leave him. She could stay with him and they could see where their future led.

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“I guess. Lucky me.” The waitress brought their food. Alia ate some, then looked at Viktor. “There is a silver lining in all of this.” “Yeah?” “I never would have met you if this hadn’t happened.” “I’m grateful you did meet me. I’m grateful that I met you, Alia. No matter what happens, remember that I support you. I want to see you succeed.” “I appreciate that.”

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He’d never had someone that he wanted to be happy for, as much as he wanted to be happy for Alia. Odd. It took him until he was in his thirties to find her. She’d been worth the wait. Now he just had to figure out what he could do to hurry along this investigation so Alia was free. * Alia had dismissed Chef for the night. She was going to cook Viktor dinner on his day off. He’d gone out to a meeting and

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would be back soon. She had a cookbook open on the counter. She could feed herself, but had never tried anything remotely gourmet. She, of course, didn’t have a stocked kitchen like this in her apartment. Should be easier to make a meal with all these good tools. Chef had even offered to stay, but Alia had insisted that she could do this. A knock on the door startled her. She glanced around, and then walked to the door. Through the peephole, she eyed Sacha. Not always a confidence builder. She would

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have loved to pretend she wasn’t here. He must know she was alone. Had he come to harass her? Yet again. She opened the door. “Sacha.” He didn’t move to come inside, but he took in her appearance. She must look a sight, but she wasn’t here to please Sacha. Viktor was the only one who needed to be impressed. “Alia.” He handed her a sheaf of papers. Her contract. “You want to come in?”

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He looked her up and down again. Instead of it feeling sexual, it was far more judgmental. She didn’t let her gaze waver. She would not be cowed by Sacha. “You look like you’re in the middle of something.” “I’m cooking for Viktor, but I can listen to what you have to say if you’re willing to tell me.” He shrugged, then brushed past her. He sat at the counter as if he owned the place. She had to remember that was just

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Sacha. No need to take it personally. At least that’s what Viktor had said. “Can I get you something to drink?” “I’m fine.” He surveyed the kitchen. “Have you ever cooked before?” She glared it him over the counter. “I have, just not anything complicated. Tell me about the contract.” “There’s nothing to tell. It’s pretty straightforward. There are escape clauses for both of you.” “What’s an escape clause?”

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“It’s a clause that says you can get out of the contract under certain conditions. None of them are unreasonable. They can’t just drop you. They have to notify you thirty days before they want to void the contract. You have to do the same.” “I wouldn’t have to give them a reason to void it?” “No, actually not. Just notify them and wait thirty days. They can’t sue you. You can’t sue them if they do that.” She pounded chicken breast for her meal. Sacha watched her. Why was he being

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so nice? Alia didn’t trust it. “Sounds reasonable. Why would they make such a great contract? Seems to me, they’d want to make one in their favor.” “Yes. I suspect the lawyer wasn’t very good or this agent downloaded a template off the Internet.” “I see.” “What are you making?” “Chicken piccata. I hope.” “You hope?” “I’m following the recipe. That’s all I know. I’ve never eaten it before.”

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“You’re making Viktor a meal that you’ve never tasted. Shouldn’t you have tried something you knew?” She looked him over. There seemed to be no rancor in his words. What was going on? Had Viktor said something to him? “Probably, but I didn’t think Viktor would eat Southern Fried Chicken and Biscuits.” “You never know, but at least you would know you are making it properly.” She put her hands on her hips. “Okay, what gives?”

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“What do you mean?” “You’ve made it clear that you don’t like me. Why are you being nice all of a sudden?” He looked down at his hands, then back up to her. “Maybe I realized that you aren’t after Viktor’s money.” “Why did you come to that conclusion? Because I have my own career?” “Yes, I’m sorry. I am old-fashioned and think a woman should be in the home, but if you have a career, then you are not

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after his money. It doesn’t make sense, but in my mind it does.” She laughed. “Okay. If you say so.” “I say so. Now let me go and I’ll let you finish dinner for Viktor. He will be surprised.” “I hope so. Thanks for the legal advice, Sacha.” “You’re welcome.” He left her alone. Alia read through the recipe again. Most of it would be done when Viktor came through the door, but she

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had some prep she could do. Hopefully, she wouldn’t burn down the kitchen. Her phone rang. She would have answered it, but it was Jess. She hadn’t talked to her in weeks. “Jess.” “Did I call at a bad time?” “Yes, but I really want to talk to you. You need to come over here.” “You still not able to come out. Not even once?”

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“No, it’s the Russian Mafia after me. From what Viktor says they are pretty brutal. He’s afraid for my life.” “He can’t keep you there.” “I’m here because I want to be.” “What’s happened?” Alia sighed. “I’m in love, Jess.” “Is he in love with you?” “Yes, he told me the other night. I’ve never felt this way. Ever. No one in my entire life has made me feel this way.” “That’s fantastic. I wish we could go out for a drink.”

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“I promise we will when this is all over.” “The cops haven’t figured things out?” “Nope. Not yet.” “I’ll let you go, but call me. Whenever. I miss you and work sucks without you.” “I miss you, too.” She put down her phone. She sniffed something. Smoke? She spun around and realized she’d dropped a dishtowel near an open flame. The dishtowel was on fire. She dropped it into the sink, but the room was filled with smoke.

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“No smoke detectors?” That’s when they went off. In the whole building as far as she could see. They were so loud that she couldn’t hear herself think. She panicked and stood in the middle of the kitchen, her hands over her ears. Someone pounded on the door. She couldn’t move to answer it. She hated fire. *** Viktor pounded on the front door again. He’d left his key home and Alia had locked the door. He could smell smoke and the detectors were going to crazy. He’d had

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the whole building wired so that the fire department would be called. Where was Alia? “Alia?” She didn’t answer. He pounded on the door. He could see smoke seeping out under the door. His heart raced. What if she was hurt? What if she was unconscious? What was on fire? Arkady came up behind him. “You want me to break down the door. Boss?”

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Viktor was desperate. He could fix a door. Get a new one. He couldn’t get a new Alia. She was one of a kind. “Yes.” “Stand back.” Arkady was a big guy and Viktor expected him to go at the door with his body. Instead the man, kicked the door. A beautiful kick that opened the door in one try. Note to self: Never piss off Arkady. The man strode into the apartment like he owned it. Guess he had an affection for Alia.

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She wasn’t hurt. Instead she cowered in the kitchen. They hadn’t seen her at first, but Viktor turned off the burners and saw her on the floor. He didn’t even ask. He just picked her up and carried her out into the hallway. He met a firefighter there. “You need to evacuate the building. We’re checking for smoke elsewhere.” “I think the bulk of it is here,” Viktor said. Arkady followed them out. A crowd had gathered in the alley thought police had

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kept them away. Viktor placed Alia on the street. He held her, making sure no none could see her. “It’s okay, Alia.” She uncovered her ears. “I’m sorry, Viktor.” “No need. It’s fine.” “It isn’t fine,” she said. Her body trembled. Her voice came out as if she were a little girl. Viktor held her closer. He didn’t know what happened, but whatever it was, it didn’t matter. She was

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safe. She was in his arms and she was all in one piece. “No, it is. Alia, damage can be fixed. You are okay and that’s all that matters to me.” Tears leaked out of her eyes. “You’re so good to me, Viktor.” “I love you, Alia. That’s why. You know that.” She buried her head in his chest. The sobbing broke his heart. She hadn’t done anything that couldn’t be fixed. Couldn’t be made

better.

He’d

let

her

help

him

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redecorate. Put a piece of herself into the apartment. She could do whatever she wanted. She’d been so good about living with him, but he hadn’t thought that she might want a taste of home. They could buy furniture. Paint. He just wanted Alia with him and safe. Safe. That was the word he couldn’t stop using. He wanted no threats and he had to do something to change this situation. He was a man of action and he hadn’t taken any. And

now

she

was

scared.

everything. He didn’t want her that way.

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She didn’t want to be that way, he’d bet. She’d always be looking over her shoulder and if she became famous it would be worse. He had to find a solution. Move this case along. Someone tapped him on the shoulder. He looked up to a see a firefighter. “I need you to come in with me.” “Is it okay?” “No structural damage. It’s just going to smell of smoke for a while.” “Do you know where it started?”

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“Yes.” “Alia, we need to go inside.” She sniffed, nodded, and then stood. She wiped away her tears and followed them in. The place did reek. Viktor had strong fans in the club that would get the smell out. There had been no smoke damage there. Alia eyed his club sadly. He squeezed her hand. “It’s fine, Alia. This is why I have insurance.” She frowned, then nodded. He took her hand and didn’t let it go until they were upstairs.

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“This is the worst of it,” the firefighter said. Viktor turned to Alia. “You stay out here. Let me deal with this, then we can talk about it.” She nodded, leaning against the wall as if she had no energy anymore. Viktor’s heart went out to her. So much of her life had been crap and he wanted to take those memories away from her. He wanted her to be happy. Not sad against a wall. He entered the apartment.

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“Is there water damage?” “Only slightly in the kitchen. We found the source, turned it off and then were able to put out what was left.” The counter had a burn mark on it and water sloshed on the floor. He could mop that up. His office underneath might have some water in it. Didn’t matter because Alia was fine. She was okay. Everything else was superficial. “Can we sleep here tonight?” “Yes, but you might want to think about not opening your club.”

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“It’s closed today anyway,” Viktor said. “It’s all just clean up.” “Right. Thanks. What battalion are you with?” The man told him a number and name. Viktor would make a donation to them this week. The firefighter left. Viktor took in the state of his home. He needed to be calm because Alia would not be. She was tough, but her being in danger had made her afraid.

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Up until now, he hadn’t thought about the toll all of this must have been taking on her. Very selfish of him. He was concerned about his own happiness and not hers. This was not how he’d been raised. He would make it up to Alia. He would make her life better day-to-day, not just long term. He felt guilty as he took in the smoke and water damage. He didn’t know what had happened, but this wasn’t Alia’s fault.

Chapter 16 Alia leaned against the wall. She was tired. Not just tired today, but tired from it all. She wanted her life back. Or some semblance of normalcy. Something that she could hold on to. Her singing career was a bonus she’d never expected, but she longed to just walk outside. Without a bodyguard. Without feeling as if she had to look over her shoulder. Go for a walk in the park. Sit on a park bench and enjoy the fresh air.

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She hadn’t realized how much she missed it. Viktor was a gem, but this was his home. She was only living with him. She didn’t know if they had a future. She had no idea what the future held. If she could be independent, with her singing career, then that was good, but there were no guarantees. Her phone rang. Deion. “Hello Deion.” “What’s wrong?” “Why do you think something is wrong?”

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“Because you sound tired. More tired than usual,” he said. She sighed. Must be bad if her brother noticed over the phone. “I’m just ready to be done. For the murderers to be caught.” She wouldn’t tell him that there was a price on her head. He’d worry too much and he had to focus on his internship. That was important for him in the long run. His chance to get out of the ghetto. She wouldn’t do anything to ruin or interfere with that. “Then go somewhere else.”

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“I can’t, Deion. I’m not safe.” “Is Viktor telling you that?” “The cops are, too. I have to believe them.” She cleared her throat. She could still taste some of the smoke. It hadn’t been thick, but she’d been scared, anyway. “What did you call for, Deion?” “Just to make sure that you’re okay.” She blinked. Deion didn’t normally do that. “Is there a girl?” He laughed. “How did you know?” “Because you don’t normally check up on me. A girl in your life would either inspire

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you or tell you to call me. Especially a girl whose family is important to her.” “Well, yes, there is a girl. It’s odd, but I haven’t known her long, but I feel as if I’ve been waiting for her forever.” Alia knew that feeling. She and Viktor had been together only a short time and it was as if they’d been together forever. Uncanny. “Tell me about this woman.” “She’s smart and hard-working. She reminds me of you, somewhat.” “She must be gorgeous,” Alia said. “Well, she is,” he said, laughing.

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She was happy for her brother. His life was coming together. While hers was going up in smoke. That was melodramatic, but right now, it felt like it. With the lingering taste of smoke in her mouth and Viktor looking over the damage, she wasn’t in a great place. “When can I meet her?” “Tabatha is her name.” “Tabatha. Sounds pretty.” “I’m not sure now is a good time.” “No actually, it isn’t. If I thought getting out of the city would help, then I’d come

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see you, but I don’t think it would matter at all. The Russian Mafia have long arms.” “The Russian Mafia?” Shit. She hadn’t meant to reveal that. “Uh. Yes. That’s who is after me.” “Viktor isn’t part of it?” “No, Deion. How can you think that? He’s a legitimate businessman.” “Okay, Alia. Now, I’m really worried about you,” Deion said. “Don’t be. I’m safe here in Viktor’s place.”

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She thought back to the bottle incident, but kept that to herself. Deion might just feel the need to leave his job and come here, if he knew how close they were getting. She needed him safe and out of the way. “If you think so, Alia. I’m going to trust you.” “Hey, I’m the big sister. I’m supposed to do the worrying.” “I’m a little more grown up now, Alia. I can worry about you.” He had grown up. She was proud because she’d been part of that. She helped him

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navigate those last few years to manhood. Now he was a man with a new love. She couldn’t wait to meet this woman who had turned her brother’s head. A firefighter walking past bumped into Alia. He didn’t even excuse himself. She was a small person, but he must have noticed. “Let me go, Deion. Call me again and tell me about your new love.” “Right.” They disconnected. Alia just wanted to sleep. For two days.

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Another firefighter appeared in the hallway, except he looked like a kid wearing his father’s gear. She didn’t really give it another thought until he invaded her space. He grabbed her arm. “Come with me.” “Is there a problem?” Why would she have to evacuate if Viktor didn’t? “Come with me.” Then she realized the accent. It was Russian. Similar to Viktor’s. Her heart froze in her chest. She dug in her heals and yanked at her arm. “No.”

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“You will come with me,” he said, more forcefully. This time he yanked her arm and knocked her off her feet. “No,” she shouted, but there didn’t seem to be anyone within earshot. What the hell was she going to do? The man dragged her down the steps. Where did all those legitimate firefighters go? How had this man gotten past them? She struggled to regain her footing. “No,” she shouted again. The man ignored her, while pulling her down the steps. She grabbed at the

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railing, momentarily halting their progress. Her life depended on this. She’d never see Deion again. She’d never see Viktor again. “Enough,” the man said and broke her grip on the railing. She flew down the steps, almost smacking her head. Guess it didn’t matter if she was caught dead or alive. She fought to stay conscious. Then she did the only thing she thought would help. She let out a bloodcurdling scream.

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She wasn’t much of a screamer, but she gave this all of her effort. *** Viktor’s

ears

perked

up.

Arkady

looked at him, a little dazed. “Alia. I left her in the hallway thinking it was safe. All those firefighters around,” Viktor said. Arkady was out the door first, but only because this was his job. Viktor’s reaction times were good, but not as good as his employee’s. Arkady paused in the hallway. Viktor didn’t see Alia.

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Had she been taken? Shit. Damn. Why did the leave her alone? They had to find her. She’d be dead of the Mafia got their hands on her. Alia screamed again. Viktor’s feet moved faster. They rounded into the stairwell and came face-to-face with a gun-wielding firefighter. He knocked off his helmet and Viktor realized the man was wearing the uniform for a disguise. . He knew this man’s family. They were pure Mafia. They’d been born in the same town in Russia, but Viktor’s family had

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turned away from crime. Yuri Nepomnishy’s family had not. His father was the sadistic head of the Russian Mafia in New York. The man who would torture and kill Alia if they didn’t get her away from him. Viktor put up his hands. “I’m sure we can work this out.” Alia struggled, but the man had his hand in her hair. The gun pointed at Viktor didn’t waver. The man had ice in his veins, making him a psychopath. He had to figure out a way to save Alia. He’d never see her again, otherwise.

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“No, we can’t. You’ve interfered long enough,” Yuri said. “She’s innocent.” “No, she isn’t. She saw a murder and reported it. We might have left her alone if the cops had not gotten involved in family business.” Yuri moved backward, pushing Alai down the steps behind him, as he kept looking at Viktor. “You won’t get out of here. There are cops everywhere.” “And I am a firefighter,” Yuri said.

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There was no way that Viktor was letting this man get Alia out of his shop. Had anyone come back inside? He hoped. The man had to get down two floors before he’d be free and clear. Someone must be back in the building. Sacha, maybe. It was Viktor’s only hope, as he wasn’t armed. Arkady was armed, but could he make the shot? Then what would the ramifications be if he killed Yuri? The Mafia would never leave the club alone then. They’d be out for vengeance.

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Arkady didn’t move. He hadn’t pulled out his weapon, probably because they were inside the building. “They will see who you are,” Viktor said. “Let Alia go and I’ll get you out of here safely.” “No, we have to talk to her,” Yuri said. “No, you don’t.” “Yes we do. We have to convince her that she saw nothing. That she must take back her statement to the police.” Yuri laughed, an awful grin on his face. “Then we have fun with her. Then we kill her.”

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That was it. That pushed Viktor over the edge. They couldn’t touch Alia. She was his and his alone. He’d taken a step toward Yuri while the man was talking. Viktor bent his knees. He’d played football at his American high school. He’d been good. Not many players could get past him. Viktor had to stop this now. He must save Alia. Hopefully, Arkady could react after he saw what Viktor was doing. Viktor eyed Alia, hoping she would see that he was going to take action. As if she

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understood, she sat down on her butt, pulling Yuri off-balance. Viktor used that distraction, launching himself at Yuri. He knocked his gun hand, then tackled the man. Yuri let go of Alia, who scrambled down the steps to the next landing. Viktor slammed into Yuri who fell against the wall. Arkady was behind him and must have picked up the gun. “Stop,” he said. Yuri froze on the landing. Viktor was on top of him, just regaining his feet. He looked behind him to see Arkady had picked

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up the gun and was pointing it at both of them. “I think we have the upper hand,” Viktor said as he brushed off his suit. He’d need a shower after this. Alia might need a bath. She looked up at them, eyes wide. “Alia, go find Sacha,” Viktor said. She left them and Viktor took that moment to slug Yuri. The man had it coming. There was no way he was going to get Alia. Sacha appeared at landing. “Viktor?”

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“Call the cops, Sacha. This man is trespassing among other things.” Sacha did as he was told. He tucked his phone away when done. “They are sending in a cop that’s already here.” “Can the two of you handle this with this cop?” Viktor asked. “Yes.” Sacha moved up the steps while Arkady moved down. When Viktor was sure that they had control of Yuri, he left to find Alia.

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She was sitting in his chair in his office. She looked more scared than he’d ever seen her. She jumped into his arms. He sat down, tucking her into his lap. She sobbed. “I was so scared, Viktor.” “He’s in police custody now. He can’t hurt you. I’m sorry I left you in the hallway.” “This isn’t your fault.” “Yes, it is. I’m here to protect and love you,” Viktor said. She sniffed. “I love you, Viktor.” “You’re going to have to talk to the police.”

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“You’ll be there?” “Of course, but let’s get you upstairs.” He’d seen the cop go past with Yuri in tow, so the coast was clear. “Oh, how bad is it?” “There’s a little damage, but it’s livable. We can go back in and get you a bath before you need to talk to the cops.” “Okay.” She tried to stand, but he stood with her in his arms. “I’ll carry you.” She turned her face into his chest. “Viktor, thanks for being here.”

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He chuckled. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” * Alia stood in the bathroom, naked, while Viktor drew her a bath. He’d taken off his tie and rolled up his sleeves. She stared at his arms, veins popping out. For some reason, that was sexy. Maybe it spoke of his power. Her heart finally returned to normal beating. Her body was tired and she’d rinsed the smoke taste out of her mouth. “Bubbles?” he asked.

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She nodded. No one had ever taken care of her like this. He’d fended off the cops who wanted to question her. He’d told them they could come back in an hour and she’d be ready. She wasn’t sure she’d ever be ready, but she’d try. She had to. When the tub was full and bubbles occupied the surface, Viktor stood with a flourish. “Your bath, milady.” She couldn’t help but smile. What had she done to deserve him? “I’ll come back in half an hour to check on you,” he said.

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He held her hand, as she climbed not the tub. He kissed her nose before leaving. She settled down into the water, her body sighing. She needed this and she loved that Viktor had known she’d needed this. As the water and bubbles surrounded her, she felt as if she was in Viktor’s embrace. As if he’d poured love in a tub and let her be surrounded by it. She sighed, knowing this bath had an expiration date. She’d have to get up and face the world. Well, just some cops.

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That was bad enough. This tub was the largest tub she’d ever been in. If she put her head on the edge, she couldn’t touch the other end. Not even with the tips of her toes. Viktor must have had it made for himself. Then she tried to imagine Viktor on a bubble bath. The imagery made her giggle. Eventually the water cooled. Alia climbed out and dried herself off. With a fresh set of clothing she was prepared to face the cops.

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They sat on the couch, sipping coffee. Viktor made the best coffee, so she wasn’t surprised. Detective

Lewis

stood.

“Miss

Jefferson.” “Detective.” “You need some coffee, Alia?” Viktor said from the kitchen. “I’m fine. Thanks.” She sat on a chair opposite the two cops. “We brought a couple of pictures for you to look at,” Detective Clark said.

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He pulled some photos out of his pocket then spread them out on the table. “Take your time,” Detective Lewis said. Alia looked them over. Two of them looked familiar. They were the men she saw the night of the murder. She tapped them. “These two.” “Are they the men you saw that night?” “Yes.” “You’re sure?” Lewis said.

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Viktor sat down next to Alia. He didn’t take her hand, but his warmth and presence steadied her. She’d burned his kitchen and he’d never gotten mad. “Yes, I am.” The

two

detectives

exchanged

a

glance. Alia wasn’t warmed by their looks. “What?” “As we suspected. This was an execution by the Russian Mafia,” Clark said. He pointed to the photo of the blond man. “This is Alexei Sbrencheko. He’s a hit man for the Mafia. He’s vicious and cold-blooded.”

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Alia shuddered. If only she hadn’t looked down that alley. Then she remembered that she wouldn’t be sitting here with Viktor. Nor would she have a potential singing career. The silver lining had grown bigger than the cloud. “Awful. What about the other man?” “That’s his brother Boris. He’s even worse. I won’t go into what he’s done,” Clark said. Alia probably didn’t need to know. “So what happens now?”

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“Well, we’re going to arrest them, but we doubt they’ll be available. We’re thinking they’ve gone underground or left the city.” “So how do you catch them? Or don’t you? Do I live my life always looking over my shoulder?” The two men exchanged a glance again. “We have some ideas. We have the FBI helping us because we believe they have crossed state lines. We also believe they are into other things so the FBI and the NYPD are cooperating.”

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“It’s nice that you two can hold hands and sing, but where does that leave Alia? She has a life to lead,” Viktor said. She heard the anger in his words so she put a hand on his to calm him down. This wasn’t the fault of these detectives. They were just doing their jobs. As frustrated as she was by all this, she had to remember that. These were the good guys. “What we have in mind, since we do feel we are close to getting them, is to put Alia in a safe house until we get them.”

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“Then what?” Viktor asked. “The Mafia would still retaliate.” “We have ways of getting the message across to leave her alone,” Clark said. “That’s the next step. We’ll do that once we have these men in custody. I’m not completely sure they had the blessing of the head to do this killing.” “They went rogue?” Viktor said. “Yes, we think so and the people who have been stalking you are with them, but no the Mafia head. He wants these people

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almost as much as we want them. We’ll see who gets to them first,” Lewis said. Viktor shook his head. She knew he wasn’t happy, but this was how it was. “I think Alia and I need to talk about your proposal.” “Talk about it? We want to keep her safe,” Clark said. “Yes, but I may have another way to do that.” “Mr. Kozlov, this is our job. We know what we’re doing.”

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“How about, if she decides to cooperate, I’ll bring her to you,” Viktor said. As much as she didn’t like him talking for her, she knew it came from a good place. He wanted the best for her. He wanted her safe as much as she wanted to be safe. She let it slide that he’d done that. The two detectives left. *** Alia immediately gathered the coffee cups. Viktor put a hand on hers. “Wait. That can wait.” She sat back down.

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“What do you think of their idea?” “You’re going to ask me my opinion?” He saw the flash of anger in her eyes. What had he done? “Yes, of course.” “Sounded like you were going to decide then tell me what to do.” She stood then finished gathering the cups. “I’m sorry if it sounded that way,” Viktor said. She glanced at him, her face softer now. “Okay.” “I know you’re scared, Alia.” “I am.”

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He followed her into the kitchen. “I know. I’m just trying to make this easier on you.” “You’re forgiven, Viktor. It’s fine.” He took her in his arms, needing to feel her. Know she was okay. Know that she still loved him. “What do you think?” “I should go with them, Viktor. I think they can keep me safe.” His heart sank, but he knew she was right. “Not yet. I want to make love to you since I don’t know when you’ll be back.”

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“No conjugal visits?” “Probably not.” She laughed then led him to their bed. It was their bed. It was no longer just his. She’d made a mark on it, and him, that he wouldn’t soon lose. She undressed quickly as did he. He wanted to feel her soft skin against him as much as he wanted to be inside of her. Her heart beat double time. He could see the pulse in her long, beautiful neck. She wanted this as much as he did.

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He understood that he had to let her go. He also wanted her to understand just how strongly he felt and that he’d be here when she was done. Looking her up and down, he smiled. She was gorgeous with her mocha skin. He dug his hands into her hair, kissing her lips as if she were his only source of oxygen. Did she know how he felt? Could she see into his heart? “I love you, Alia.” “I love you, too, Viktor.”

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He rested his forehead against hers. “I’m going to miss you. Not just doing this, but seeing you first thing in the morning, but we’re doing the right thing.” “I know. I just want it all to be done. Hopefully, the time will go quickly.” “Hopefully.” He nipped down her neck to her shoulder, then knelt in front of her to worship her breasts. He loved the taste of them and that they reacted to him so easily. He touched one while he sucked on the other. She moaned, her hands in his hair.

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He wanted to remember her scent. The sounds she made when he made lover to her. He wanted her to be marked by him. So that she would never forget him. Even if this took months. That she’d be as eager to return to him as he would be to have her return. He couldn’t possess her, but he wanted to do the next best thing. If there was one. If he could have bought her safety, he would have paid whatever the price. Instead he planned to make to love to desperately so she would remember him when this was all over.

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He nudged her onto the bed, her legs over the side. Her pussy was beautiful. His favorite. He licked until she squirmed. The he spread her legs further and licked more until she made that amazing noise she did when she came. He’d miss that. Becausehe wanted to hear it again, he licked and sucked her to a climax using his fingers also. Her hands lay beside her as if she couldn’t move. He next snagged a condom and rolled into onto himself.

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He lifted her legs so that her calves rested on his chest. He entered her. She was so tight this way. He set up a pace that he could handle until she came again. Then he came right after her. Not wanting to move, he did anyway. With his condom gone, he snuggled next to her. Taking in her scent. Imprinting it on his brain. She put a hand on his face. “It’ll be okay, Viktor. I’ll come back. I promise.” “You promise?”

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“I promise. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” She turned into him, her face in his chest. “It’ll still be too long.” “Think about it this way. When I get back, this will all be done. We can go about our business. I can have a singing career. You can have your nightclub back with no threats.” She made it all sound so easy. So simple.

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He wasn’t so optimistic. He wasn’t so sure that the cops would get the guy easily. Or that the Mafia would let them alone. He didn’t know what he do right now, but he couldn’t figure something out. Now that he’d found Alia, he didn’t want to let her go. He wanted her in his life. He’d never thought this about anyone. He’d never considered that there’d be one person for him. One person that would make him forget everyone else. A person who made him want to be a better man.

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He sighed. “Don’t be so sad, Viktor. It will be worth it in the end. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.” “Then I’ll be simply over the moon when you get back, because I’m pretty fond of you already.” She smiled. “I mean it. I’m not happy about not having contact with you, but we’ll be okay. Nothing is going to change between us.” “I hope not. I never thought I’d fall in love in the first place. I don’t want to have to

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do it again with someone else. I want you, Alia. That’s it.” She rubbed her face in his chest. “I want you, too, Viktor. I didn’t have love in my game plan so now that I have it, I don’t want to lose it. I don’t want to lose you.” “You could never.”

Chapter 17 Alia settled into life at the safe house. At least, as close as you could call life. There were about a million channels on the television, but nothing she wanted to watch. There were more books than she could read in a decade. Sadly, there was no Viktor. He had offered to come with her, but he had a business to run. She couldn’t take him away from that.

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It had only been a week and she was ready to climb the walls. The cops staying with her changed on eleven to twelve hour shifts. There was always at least one woman. She was staying in a high-rise apartment in downtown Manhattan. Hiding in plain sight, they’d told her. She’d had no updates about the case, but Detective Lewis was supposed to come by later that day to tell her something. Anxious to hear something, anything, she couldn’t settle down..

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Today’s cop was Officer Shari Nichols. She was a young woman, only five years out of the academy. She’d been here the first day and had rotated back for today. “You can’t seem to sit still today, Miss Jefferson.” “No, I can’t. I guess I should relax. I’m looking forward to Detective Lewis’ visit.” “He may not have anything new to report.” They sat at a scarred kitchen table. So different than the apartment building with its security. Nicer than even Viktor’s place.

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Too bad the furniture was Early American Garage Sale. Not unlike her apartment. She would be happy to be living there instead of in protective custody. “I hope he does. Might make my stay here a little bit easier.” “We could play cards or a game?” Shari said. “Isn’t this just like babysitting? Do you sign up for this assignment or is it because you did something wrong?” Alia asked.

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Shari laughed. “I signed up for it. I’m safer here than I would be on the streets. I don’t mind it, really.” “But it’s boring compared to police work isn’t it?” “Not so much. A lot of police work can be boring. Paperwork for instance. I loathe it. Always try to foist it off onto my partner. With this gig, I have very little paperwork to fill out.” “Is there a plan B?” “What do you mean?”

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“If for some reason, I needed to escape?” “You planning on running?” “No, but what if something happened to you and the other officer. What should I do?” “There is no need to worry. This safe house has never had an issue. We’ve protected hundreds of people in this apartment building. We change which apartments we use on a regular basis. Only a handful of people know that you’re here. You have nothing to worry about.”

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Alia felt a little better. It didn’t stop her wanting to climb the walls. She wanted fresh air. She wasn’t even allowed out onto the balcony. She didn’t even know what floor she was on as she was blindfolded on her way here. The cops said that they didn’t want her to know where she was so she could never tell anyone. They’d confiscated her phone, but she knew it was in the apartment. For her own safety, she wasn’t tempted to find it and call Viktor.

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No matter how much she wanted to hear his voice. That would have helped her get through the day. He didn’t even have to say much. He could have read the phone book for all she cared. She just wanted to listen to his sexy timbre. “Do you have a boyfriend?” Shari asked. “Yes. He runs a nightclub. I miss him very much. That’s who I was just thinking about.” “Awful to be away from him.”

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“Could be worse. I could be alone in the world. I know I have him back when I get out of here.” Before Shari could say anything else, someone barged in the front door. Shari shoved Alia off her chair. She landed on the ground as bullets sprayed around her. Shari jerked, then didn’t move. Shit. She was dead. Alia couldn’t see who had been shooting, but someone else was bleeding in the doorway to the kitchen. She peeked around the chair. The person wasn’t moving and they’d dropped their gun.

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She didn’t hear anyone else in the place so she tiptoed out of the kitchen, stepping over the gunman. In the hall, she saw the other cop, Farrell or something, leaning against the wall. She raced to him. “Your phone is in the drawer of the end table in the living room,” he said. He had blood coming out of his mouth. “Okay.” “Get it and get out of here. Go to a police station. There’s one in the next block. Tell them to call my CO.”

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“Who is your CO?” He gave her the name and she left. She called 911 about a shooting, so an ambulance would be on the way. Shari was probably dead and Alia’s heart broke for the young woman. Out on the street, Alia’s gaze darted around. She didn’t think anyone was watching her. She had a hoodie on so she put the hood over her head. It was just chilly enough to get away with it. Rain spit down on her, so she hoped no one would look at her.

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She found the police station but two men were waiting outside. Her instincts said that something was wrong so she went the other way. As far as she could tell, no one followed her. She had some money in her pocket, so she went to a museum. No one came in after her. She stood watching the door for a few minutes, just in case. No one seemed interested in her, so she moved further into the building. She hoped she would have cell service.

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She found a spot on another floor by a window and waited until no one else was in the room. Then she made a phone call and heard the voice that she’d been dying to hear. “Alia?” *** Viktor had never expected to hear from Alia. Her voice could not have sounded sweeter. He’d just gotten off the phone with the detectives who told him that Alia was missing. They’d told him about what they found at the safe house.

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His blood had been chilled and he’d yelled at the police officer. He’d have to call back and apologize. But not right now. Now he had Alia on the phone. “Are you okay?” “Yes, I’m fine.” “They said there was shooting. I was so worried that you might have been hurt.” “No, I think the young cop took my bullets. It was nasty, Viktor.” “Where are you?” “I’m at a police station.” “Okay.”

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She seemed hesitant to tell him. “Tell me so I can come get you.” “I’m afraid, Viktor.” “Don’t be. I’ve promised that I would take care of you. You know how I feel. Let me help.” He’d done a better job than the cops. No one had tried to enter his abode until the fire. That must have been dumb luck on the part of Yuri. Viktor was pretty sure that he hadn’t planned it, but used it as an opportunity. What happened at the safe house sounded like carnage.

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He wasn’t going to trust the police anymore. He’d been wrong to do it in the first place, but he’d been desperate. Now he needed to get Alia. Hold her. Make sure she was in one piece. Then find her a new place to stay. He knew the place. He picked it because of its excellent security. “Okay.” She told him the address. “Are you with a cop?” Viktor asked. “No, I don’t know who to trust, other than you.”

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That warmed him. She trusted him. She loved him and trusted him. He wished he could be there right now. No travel time. He wouldn’t feel right until she was in his arms. Safe. Because only he could protect her. He’d been on the sidelines too long. Just coasting. He would take action now. He’d waited too long. Then he and Alia would be free. “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes,” he said.

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He disconnected. When he went downstairs, he found Arkady. The man had been a little lost since Alia had left. “Good news. We’re going to get Alia,” Viktor said. The two had become friends. If he didn’t trust Alia, he would have been jealous. But she was his. Of that, he was certain. Arkady’s face lit up. “I’m in.” The climbed into his car when it came around. Viktor called Alia when they arrived. “We’re in the parking lot in the back. There’s an alley beside the building.”

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“I’ll be there.” She was breathless when she opened the door. She jumped into Viktor’s lap and he held her tighter than he’d ever held anyone. He buried his face in her hair and took in her scent. This was his woman and no one else could protect her the way he could. “I’m sorry,” he said. “For what?” She looked up at him with her big eyes.

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“For letting you go. You’re my responsibility,” Viktor said. “I never should have let you go with the cops.” “We both thought it best. Don’t beat yourself up, Viktor. I’m fine. I’m safe.” “I’m taking you someplace safer than the cops had,” he said. Then he had business to handle. As much as he wanted to stay with her, he’d leave her in good hands. He’d arranged it. She’d be fine until he was done and then he could bring her home.

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They’d redecorate. Buy furniture. Put down roots. Or if she wanted a house, he’d buy a house. Didn’t matter as long as he was with her. As long as she was in his life and in his bed. “Where are we doing?” She was still on his lap. He wasn’t letting her go until he had to. “You’ll see. Trust me on this,” he said. “I trust you.” He smiled then kissed her nose as they drove through the streets of Manhattan.

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“You

want

to

talk

about

what

happened?” “I’m not even sure. I was talking to the female cop, then we were on the ground. She was shot. The gunman had been killed. I called 911 then got out of there. I didn’t think that anyone followed me.” “I didn’t see anyone hanging out while we waited for you,” Viktor said. He’d been keeping an eye out as had Arkady. He wasn’t going to take any chances. He needed to keep Alia safe. .

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Now was not the time to talk about it. Emotions were running high. Even his. As relieved as he was to have Alia back, she was still in danger. He’d take care of that. He should have in the beginning. This should all be done by now. “You didn’t hear anything before that point?” “No. I didn’t. I’ve been going over it in my mind and no, there was no warning. It just happened and then I escaped.” He squeezed her hand. She was here. Safe. His. He wasn’t going to give over the

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responsibility of protecting her to anyone else. He’d been doing a fine job and now he was back. He would put her some place safe and take care of this situation the way the cops were unable to. He cursed himself for not paying more attention. For not taking action. He’d been getting sedentary, enjoying his money. Alia was too important to him for him to sit on the sidelines. No longer. He’d never been one to rely on anyone else to get the real work done. When they pulled into the

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garage for his mother’s building, Alia’s eyes went wide. She sat up, turning to look at him. He put her face in his hands. “Trust me.” * Alia trusted Viktor with her life, but she wasn’t happy about being back with his mother. She, Arkady, and Viktor rode the elevator up to the proper floor. Alia’s heart fluttered in her chest. His mother had made it clear when they had visited the first time, that she did not like Viktor’s girlfriend.

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That made this situation untenable. How long would she have to stay here? As much as she wanted to be safe, she didn’t want to deal with his mother. She was overbearing. Viktor held her hand the whole trip up. “I promise that this will be okay. This building has the best security of anyone I know. Plus Arkady will be here. At the very least, he’ll be a buffer between you and my mother.”

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“You’re sure your mother isn’t going to call the Mafia once you’re gone? Tell them to come get me?” Viktor chuckled. “My mother knows better. I’ve told her that she needs to do this and she will. I promise.” Alia frowned. This was not going to be fun. She tended to stay away from people who didn’t like her. This time she had no choice. She’d make the best of it, but she wasn’t sure how that was going to happen.

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Svetlana had made up her mind about Alia. Whenever that happened, Alia knew it was hard to change that perception. Was it because she was black? Alia had no idea, but she’d have to get to the root of the problem. If this was just about her not being white then she could do nothing to change Svetlana’s mind. If it was something else, then maybe she had a shot. Svetlana let them in, this time she at least looked at Alia. The woman was less formally dressed than she had been when they’d come for dinner.

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“Hello Viktor.” She kissed her son. The she greeted Arkady with a kiss on the cheek. “Be nice, Mother,” Viktor said. “Hello, Alia.” Svetlana led them to the living room. “I’ll have some clothes sent her for Alia,” Viktor said. “I’ll be back at dinner. You want me to bring something? Go to the grocery store?” “Suddenly I’m an invalid?” his mother said.

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“I know that Alia being here is an inconvenience. I’m trying to ease the burden.” “It’s

fine

Viktor.

Go

run

your

nightclub. Arkady and I will take care of Alia. I can cook us dinner,” Svetlana said. He eyed her, kissed Alia then left. Alia didn’t have any idea how she as going to pass the time. She hadn’t brought any books. Arkady paced around the apartment then settled on the couch. Svetlana looked at Alia as if she had no idea what to do with her. “I understand

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you’re in school. I have a computer you can use.” She led her to a room with shelves filled with books. In one corner was a desktop. That would work. She did have a paper due which she wasn’t sure she’d get written. “Thank you.” Svetlana nodded, turning away. She paused then turned back to Alia. “I’m very protective of my boys. I’ve been spoiled up until this point and I haven’t really had to share them. You’re the first one that Viktor

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has brought to see me. I didn’t react well and I’m sorry. I was jealous.” She left Alia pondering her words. How could she have been jealous of Alia? At that point, Viktor hadn’t expressed his feelings. Had his mother known? Had she realized that Alia was the one that was turning Viktor’s head? Alia hadn’t even known that at the time. In fact, she was not sure of how she felt about Viktor. Alia booted up the computer, but stared at the screen for a few minutes thinking about what Svetlana had said. She shook

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herself, then got down to work. A half an hour later, Svetlana came in with some tea. “You’ve been working hard. I figured you might need a boost.” She put down a mug in front of Alia. “Thanks.” “What class are you taking?” “This is just an introductory English class. Composition. Not as hard as I thought it might be.” Was she actually interested in what Alia was doing? Or was she at least being polite? Either way, Alia would take it. Better

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than the bitter woman she’d dealt with last time. “What degree do you want to get?” “Accounting. I’m good with numbers.” “Viktor told me that you sing? He said he’s had you sing at his club?” “I do. I only sang because he asked me to. He liked my singing.” “He also said that you might have an agent?” “I just signed with one,” Alia said. Did Viktor actually talk about her to his mother?

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“How exciting.” “Yes, it will be, once this whole murder investigation is over.” “This must be a drain on you. You’d like to get on with your life.” She was being surprisingly understanding. Had Viktor talked to her or, like Sacha, was she having a change of heart? “Yes, I would. Does Viktor talk to you about me?” “He does. We talk at least once a week and his end of the conversation is about you.

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He’d never talked to me about any woman. Ever. Alia, you must be something special.” She beamed as she sipped her tea. “Well, you’ve raised a wonderful son Mrs. Kozlov. He’s every good to me. I want you to know that I appreciate all that he has done. I could never repay him for his kindness.” “He doesn’t need repayment. He just needs loyalty.” “He has that.” “Good.” Svetlana rose. “I’ll let you get back to your work. Viktor said that you were trying

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to cook when you set off the smoke detectors.” That was a mild version of the story. “Yes. I can cook some food, but not anything else.” “I’ll teach you to cook Viktor’s favorite meal.” “You’d do that?” “Yes, I would, Alia. I have to make amends for my behavior.” *** Viktor’s first stop was to see Detective Lewis. The man worked at a desk in a room

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filled with them. Phones rang and Viktor had no idea how the man got anything done. The noise alone had Viktor unsettled. It was why he didn’t often go into his own nightclub. Too much going on. That’s why he’d lived alone for so long. No woman had been able to handle the quiet of his place. Alia was the first. “Mr. Kozlov,” Lewis said, standing. “Let’s go find some place quieter to talk.” Viktor followed him into what he assumed was an interrogation room. Lewis

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closed the door behind them. “What can I help you with?” “I have a proposal that might bring this case to an end sooner.” “I’m listening.” “I’m going to contact the head of the Russian Mafia. I’ll meet with him.” “That’s dangerous. I can’t have anything to do with that.” “I’m going to see him whether I have your blessing or not. Wouldn’t you rather be there to protect me? So I’m not a murder statistic in this precinct?”

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The man’s mouth moved, but no sound came out for a moment. He was clearly pondering what Viktor had said. Viktor had every intention of doing this. He had to get them off Alia’s back. The cops hadn’t been able to do it. “Okay.” Good. “I will wear the wire and do what you tell me, but I have to see this man.” “What if you don’t make it out alive?” Lewis said. “Doesn’t matter; Alia will be safe.”

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Lewis blinked at him. “I’ve never seen a man go this far for any woman.” “Then you have never seen a man as in love with a woman as I am. If I die, she inherits it all. She will live well for many years.” “Here’s the game plan.” Lewis outlined what was going to happen. Viktor’s only concern was getting in to see the Mafia head For that he’d need Oleg, a man he was sure had more connections to the Mafia then he admitted.

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He met with Oleg at his downtown office. Once again, in the high rise. Too many people in one small place. Maybe he should think about getting out of Manhattan. Open a club somewhere else. He’d hit the major world cities. He could branch out. A thought for another day. Since it was a weekday, Oleg’s secretary was there. Looking at her, Viktor knew why she’d been hired. She had the longest legs he’d ever seen. The brightest smile and the largest boobs.

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She couldn’t hold a candle to Alia in his eyes, but Viktor could admire what Oleg must see in her. “He’ll be right with you, Mr. Kozlov.” Viktor waited in a plush chair for Oleg’s secretary to let him in. Oleg was making him wait. It was all part of the game. Viktor could be patient. This had all been going on for weeks, what was a few more minutes. As anxious as he was to get this done, he had to look at the big picture. He would have Alia to himself. They could do whatever

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they wanted and he could take her to see his other clubs. He could take her all over the world, if he wanted. He had so many places he wanted to show her. Things he wanted to do with her. He could show her the world and all the things in it he loved. He’d buy her a house in every country. He didn’t care about the money. It didn’t mean that much to him anymore, but now that he had someone to share it with, he’d spend more of it.

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However much she wanted. He could make more. Oleg finally agreed to see him. Viktor sat in the same buttery, leather chair. Oleg had his hands flat on his desk as if braced for the worst. “Viktor, you are looking healthy.” “You, too, Oleg. Life is treating you well?” Viktor would do the dance because Oleg could escort him out of here without the information. Oleg knew this. “Yes it is, Viktor.”

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“My sobirayemsya igrat' v igry?” Oleg chuckled “Yes we are going to play a game today. I’m not sure why you are here, but twice in one month is too often.” “I’m looking to set up a meeting.” “With whom?” “The head of the Russian mafia.” Oleg leaned back into his chair. “Why come to me?” “You are playing games. I know that you have more of a connection to them than you let on. I don’t care about that, other than for my own use. I need to speak with him.”

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“Pavel Nepomnishy is a hard man to get hold of.” “Let’s not play those games, Oleg. I don’t care about your connection to him. As a businessman, I want to buy the best vodka and will purchase it from you. What I want now is to see Nepomnishy.” “You are letting a woman guide you. You are thinking with your dick.” “I am thinking with my brain. Not that I have to explain to you, but I am getting this done. If not with your help, then without. Your choice.”

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Oleg tapped his fingertips together. “I don’t want to be involved.” “Then maybe you should have picked someone else to do business with other then Nepomnishy. Not my concern.” Oleg frowned. He wrote something on a piece of paper. He slid it across the desk to Viktor. He picked it up. “That is his office and a way to contact him. You will not use my name at all to gain entry. I know nothing of your visit and will deny it under torture.”

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“Thank you,” Viktor said. “You are not welcome. Now get out of my office. Your desperation is stinking it up.”

Chapter 18 Alia stood in Svetlana’s kitchen the next day. Svetlana was teaching her Viktor’s favorite meal -- mushroom and potato soup. Alia had never made soup, and looking at all the ingredients, she knew why. This was her food budget for a month. Well, not now that she was living with Viktor. When she’d been on her own. “I need you to clean the leeks and chop them,” Svetlana said. “Leeks?”

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Viktor’s mother handed her some stalks “You run them under water, but make sure you get in between the leaves. There is usually sand.” Alia did as she said. Svetlana inspected them. “Good. Now use that knife and board to chop the white part of them.” “Am I doing this right?” Food had always been something easy, except for fried chicken. That she made properly. Everything else she made was mainly from a box. Eating the food that Chef had prepared had expanded her palette.

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Maybe if she cooked this for Viktor, she wouldn’t burn the place down this time. The memory made her shudder. “Yes, that’s fine. Next cut up the carrots. First cut off the ends and throw them away.” She did that. Svetlana gave her firm, but easy instructions. Alia learned how to make the soup. Once the preparation was done, there weren’t a lot of steps. She could remember that.

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Alia and Svetlana enjoyed a cup of coffee once the soup was simmering on the stove. “Hopefully, Viktor is coming for dinner tonight,” Svetlana said. “He is.” She’d talked to him that morning. She missed him and longed to be back in his bed. Back in his apartment. “Good.” The soup simmered for several hours then Alia put in the mushrooms. Viktor

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arrived not long after. “Something smells good.” He sniffed. “Is that my favorite?” His mother kissed him on the cheek. “I was teaching Alia how to make it.” Viktor eyed his mother. “Thank you.” He gave Alia a kiss also. She wondered if it was odd to be affectionate with her in front of his mother. “I’m glad I came for dinner. I do have to get back to the club later, but I’m coming back when I close up. I’ll try not to make too much noise,” he said to his mother. Then he

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whispered. “The apartment is lonely without you.” “You can stay here, Viktor. There’s plenty of room. More than I need.” “As you’ve said on many occasions.” “You spoil me, Viktor,” Svetlana said. Alia was warmed that he loved his mother so much. Dinner went quickly and the Alia cleaned up the kitchen. Arkady had eaten two bowls of the soup so there wasn’t much left. Viktor went back to the club.

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“I think I’m going to read a little,” Alia said. She wanted to be awake when Viktor came in, but that didn’t happen. Instead, he woke her. She rolled over to find him staring at her. “Hi.” “Hi.” “Will your mother mind you sleeping here?” “I hope not, but I’m not going to ask her.” “How was your night?” Alia asked.

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She’d missed discussing his evenings with him. He’d catch her up on what everyone was doing. And how the club had done that night financially. Not exact numbers, but she had a pretty good idea how much money Viktor had. Still boggled her mind. “It was good, Alia, but that is not why I’m here.” “Oh?” “Not at all. We can talk on the phone. I want you underneath me, moaning, Alia.” “You’d do that in your mother’s apartment?”

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“Yes, I would.” She laughed. She’d worn pajamas because there was no Viktor. Now she shrugged them off. He was already naked and turned on clearly. She’d missed him. She ran her hands up and down his body, remembering how it felt. Remembering the nights of passion. She wanted to be with him again. “I missed you, Alia. Not just the sex. I missed your company. Your way of looking at things.”

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“I hope we will be together soon,” she said. “I’m camping out here.” “It’s not convenient for work.” “Doesn’t matter,” Viktor said. “I like waking up next to you.” She liked waking up next to him also. She missed his mind and his body. “Let’s stop talking.” He grinned then kissed her. His hands moved over her, exciting her. She wanted him inside of her. Now. Her body craved his. He rubbed her wet core and she came as if

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she’d been waiting for him. Her body fell over that cliff. “Mm. You’ve missed me,” he said. “I did.” He put on a condom then slid himself into her. Oh. God. She wanted this so badly. He wrapped her legs around him. “This doesn’t have to be long and drawn out.” “Quick and dirty?” “Yes.” He chuckled into her neck as he thrust into her, her body arched to meet his. Faster and faster until she flew off that cliff again.

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Her body jerked. His body jerked as he came. Then he slumped onto her. She didn’t want him to move, but he had to get rid of that condom. He did, then lay on his back next to her. She snuggled up with her head on his chest while he played with her hair. She couldn’t have moved if the bed had been on fire. Thankfully, it wasn’t. “Will you stay here all night?” “Yes. I assume my mother won’t have a problem with it. She likes you, now.”

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“She does. I had a good time with her today, Viktor. She’s a nice lady.” “I’m glad you two are getting along.” “Me, too. Especially since I don’t know how long I’ll be here. It’s nice of your mother to open her home with me.” “She was hesitant, but I insisted. Now it’s worked out.” “Have you talked to the cops?” “No, I haven’t.” He’d hesitated. Was he lying? Why would he lie about that? She shrugged it off. The cops would call him if something had

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happened. Now her eyes were threatening to close. “I think I’m sleepy Viktor.” “Good night, my love.” *** Viktor buttoned his shirt. The microphone that the cops would listen in on, was one of his buttons. It had been made to match them. Someone sewed it on and now he was ready to meet Nepomnishy. He was pretty sure that the man hadn’t put the contract out on Alia. His son did, but Pavel had to rein in his son. He

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couldn’t let him take away Alia’s life, whether literally or figuratively. “We’ll know everything going on. They will search you,” Lewis said. Detective Clark leaned against the wall, a sour look on his face. He wasn’t completely on board with this. Viktor would have made this meeting whether the cops were there or not. He had to do this for his as well as Alia’s future. She wouldn’t have one if this contract was not settled. He wasn’t armed, though he would have been if he could have. He didn’t own

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any weapons. Too many problems with getting them in New York City. Well, for lawabiding citizens for sure. “Say something,” Lewis said. “Something,” Viktor said. The soundman nodded. “I can hear him.” Good. Now that he was faced with this meeting, he wasn’t nearly as keen on it. It had to be done. Otherwise, he could never forgive himself. He’d promised Alia on that first night that he would protect her. He

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didn’t know it would extend to her heart or that it would be this dangerous. He was Russian. He was tough. “You’re ready to go?” Lewis said. Viktor nodded. His meeting was in an hour. The police already had people at the sight. It wouldn’t be at Nepomnishy’s headquarters. They were meeting in a warehouse. Viktor’s driver took him there at the appointed time. He paused before he left the car. This was for Alia. For himself so he could have a life with her. A life he’d never

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expected and now couldn’t imagine any other way. He climbed out of the car, approaching the door. Of course, he was frisked but they found nothing. A man that made Arkady look small, led him to a room in the depths of the warehouse. He hoped the cops would still be able to hear him. Pavel Nepomnishy was a short, balding man, who, from the permanent broken veins on his forehead, loved vodka. He also love rich meals because he was a fat man. No

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other way to describe him. He sat behind a desk with men on either side of him. Viktor thought he’d stepped onto a movie set—the scene was surreal. Pavel indicated for him to sit. “Viktor Kozlov.” “That’s me.” “You called this meeting. What do you want?” “Your son has a contract out on my friend.”

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The man frowned. Clearly, his son was causing him some sleepless nights. The word on the street was that his son was rogue. “Yes, I know about it. I have nothing to do with that.” “But people think it’s from you. He hadn’t told them differently. So you need to call it off,” Viktor said. “Call it off? You think I have control of my son?” “I’m hoping you do. I know that murder was not ordered by you, either. The murder that got us here today.”

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Another frown from Pavel. “No, it was unauthorized. Maybe necessary in the long run. Not a fan of cops who infiltrate my organization.” Viktor didn’t say anything. He just waited. He could wait a long time. For Alia, he’d be patient. Pavel let out a breath. “I’ll put the word out. Give me twenty-four hours. She’ll be safe. No one will bother you.” “Thank you.” “You’ve brought it to my attention that I need to take care of my son. His

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mother coddled him and I think he’s a little special, as they say. Maybe if I make an example out of him, no one will bother me.” He’d kill his own son? Viktor stared into dead eyes. The man had seen too much. Viktor chose to stay quiet while the man chattered on. What could he say to someone who would kill his own son? Viktor hoped to have a son someday and raise him better than this man did. “You try to do right by your kid and he goes off and kills someone without your

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permission. Harder to discipline when they are adults. You have kids, Viktor?” “No.” “Don’t. They are disappointing.” Viktor wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. He was discussing child-rearing with a mobster. A man who could kill someone as easily as talk to them about child-rearing. Viktor would wait until the man dismissed him. He was in no hurry if this guy wasn’t. Then a shot rang out. Viktor ducked, having no idea which direction it came from.

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One of Pavel’s guards fell to the ground. Pavel had pulled out a gun. Viktor seemed to be the only one without one. Sigh. He lay on the floor as bullets whizzed past him. Then he felt a searing pain in his shoulder. Shit. He’d been hit. He tried to drag himself out of the crossfire, but that was tough to do with one hand. So he lay as flat as he could. He was bleeding. Suddenly there was silence. Then shouting. “Police! Put down your weapons!”

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Viktor couldn’t see anything because he didn’t know which way to turn his head. Lewis stood over him. “You’re hit?” He nodded. Lewis spoke into a radio. “We need a stretcher in here. Our civilian is hit.” He looked down at Viktor. “The paperwork is going to be a nightmare.” “Probably no worse than what I’m going through.” His shoulder hurt and the room was getting dim. He wasn’t dying, but he was losing blood.

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“You’ll be fine, Viktor. Just a flesh wound.” Easy for him to say. Viktor hoped he’d get to see Alia at some point.

The Final Chapter Alia’s phone rang. For some reason, the ring didn’t sound good. Was this bad news? It should be good news. “Hello?” She was sitting in Svetlana’s library, reading a book. She perched it on her lap to answer the phone. “Miss Jefferson?” “Yes.” “This is Detective Lewis.” Maybe this was good news. “Hello Detective Lewis.”

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“I have some good news and some bad news.” “I want the bad news first.” “Mr. Kozlov has been injured.” She didn’t know which question to ask first. He should have been at his club. How could he get injured there and why was Lewis telling her? Shouldn’t Sacha have called? “How? Where?” “Well, he want to see the head of the Russian Mafia and was caught in a raid. He’s

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in surgery getting the bullet out of his shoulder.” She gasped. “Bullet? Raid? What was he doing?” “He was trying to get rid of the contract on your life.” He was doing that? For her? “But wouldn’t that be dangerous?” “It was, but he succeeded. You’re free to go. Do you need someone to bring you to the hospital?” “No.”

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Arkady flew into the room. He must have heard. “I can get a ride from here. Thanks.” She hung up. Arkady looked wildeyed. “The driver is on his way. I’ll bring you and Mrs. Kozlov to the hospital.” “Did you tell her yet?” “No. I was hoping you’d do that,” Arkady said. “Where is she?” “In the kitchen.”

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Alia calmed herself, but she was upset. She had to get to Viktor, but his mother needed to know. She strode into the kitchen. “Svetlana?” “Yes, Alia?” “I have some bad news. Viktor’s been shot. He’s in surgery. We need to leave as soon as the driver gets here.” Svetlana gasped, then hugged Alia. “Oh, do you know anything else? How did he get shot?” “Uh, he was meeting with the Russian Mafia to get rid of the contract on my life.”

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Alia wasn’t sure how Viktor’s mother was going to take that, but she just hugged Alia. “He really loves you.” “Yes he does.” The car arrived minutes later. The three of them climbed in and sped away to the hospital. Alia couldn’t sit still. The care wasn’t going fast enough. She wouldn’t feel safe until she saw Viktor. Would he be out of surgery? Would he make it? What would she do without him? He‘d become such an integral part of her life. “He’s tough, Alia. He’ll make it.”

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“I hope so.” “Viktor isn’t ready to die. He just met you. If he would face down the head of the Russian Mafia, he’d not waste it by dying on you,” Svetlana said. Logical, she guessed, but Alia was in no shape to argue. Svetlana took Alia’s hands and just held them. This was her son and she was giving Alia strength. This woman was strong. Alia had never felt that strong her whole life. Until she gave her heart to someone else. Now she was vulnerable and

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that feeling was new to her. A miasma of emotion circulated through her. But holding onto Viktor’s mother helped. They finally reached the hospital. Arkady found out where Viktor was. In surgery. He led them to the surgical waiting room. “Let me see if I can find out what’s going on,” he said. Alia couldn’t sit. She had to pace. She had to move. Svetlana sat, but her eyes were red from her own tears. Arkady came back.

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“He’s out of surgery. They are optimistic and he’ll be in a room in a few minutes. He won’t be awake for a while.” Alia nodded. She had to wait. She’d never wanted to see anyone so much in her life. That man had her heart. A heart that she’d never given to anyone. This was why. If she didn’t care, she couldn’t get hurt. A nurse came in a half an hour later. “He can have visitors, but he isn’t awake yet. One at a time.” Alia looked at Svetlana. She was family. Alia wasn’t.

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“Let me go in then you can spend more time with him after I get out,” Svetlana said. “Thanks.” Svetlana kissed her cheek then left. She was back a few minutes later, but it seemed like an hour. “He looks good. Go see him. I’ll get us some coffee.” Alia couldn’t have been more grateful to anyone than she was right now with Viktor’s mother. She was glad that they had

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worked things out. It made this easier. For both of them. Alia followed the nurse to a room. She paused in the doorway. Viktor was always larger than life. Right now, he looked close to frail. He was pale and hooked up to machines that beeped. Her heart hurt with the sight of him. She sat on a chair next to his bed and took his hand in hers. His strong hand didn’t seem too strong. She’d have to nurse him back to health. All because of her, but she knew he wouldn’t want her to feel guilty.

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She pushed away the guilt. “Hi, Viktor. Come back to me.” He didn’t move, He didn’t respond. She hadn’t expected him to, but it was worth a try. It had only been weeks since she hid from the murderers. They’d chased her and now she had Viktor. He’d taken her in. Protected her and, more importantly, loved her. “I love you, Viktor. Don’t leave me.” What would live be like without him? What a hole she’d have in her heart. She couldn’t think that way. He’d come back to

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her. She’d nurse him back to health and this would all be over. She’d have her career and they’d live happily ever after. She’d never hoped for one of those, but she was determined to make it so now. Needing to feel him, Alia crawled into bed next to him, careful not to move anything attached to him. She took in his smell. This was her Viktor. *** Viktor’s first thought upon waking was that Alia needed to turn off her beeping

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phone. Why did she have an alarm set anyway? She didn’t have to be anywhere. But the beeping didn’t stop and Viktor wondered what kind of night he had, that he was so tired. He fought to surface enough to nudge Alia. His

shoulder

hurt.

What

had

happened? Then he remembered. The firefight. Where was Alia now? He blinked. He couldn’t keep them open. He tried to move, but everything hurt. Someone was in bed with him. Finally, he could open his eyes. Alia snored

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softly while curled up next to him. He looked around. From the bed and the machines he was hooked up to, he must be in a hospital. He adjusted his position. Alia stirred. “Viktor?” “Hi.” He smiled down at her. She was the most beautiful woman on Earth. “You’re awake.” “How long have I been out?” “Hours. Let me go get your mom.” He grabbed her arm. “In a minute. I just want to drink you in.”

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“Okay.” She smiled back at him and it lit up the whole room. He loved her. She had his heart and here she was in his hospital bed. “I guess I’m going to live?” “Yes, you are,” she said. “I would have been pretty upset if you hadn’t.” “Yeah?” “Yes. I’ve gotten use to you being around. I would have had to find a new place to live since I gave up my apartment.” “No you wouldn’t have.” “No?”

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“Nope. I changed my will. You inherit the building,” he said. Her eyes widened. “Really? You don’t leave it to your mother or brother?” “I’ve left other things to them. Everyone is taken care of, and included.” “Of course you would. You faced down the guy who runs the Russian Mafia. Of course you’d take care of me from the grave.” “But since I’ve lived, I can take care of you in person.” “I like that better.”

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They remained silent for a few minutes. “Viktor?” “Yes?” “Why’d you do it? It was dangerous,” Alia said. “Because the cops weren’t doing anything. You needed to have your life back. I wanted you to have a life. How else could we have a future?” “A future?”

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Did she have no idea how much he loved her? “Yes I want a future with you Alia.” “What kind of future?” Was she being coy? She had his heart. He couldn’t let her go. “Doesn’t matter. As long as you are in it. Whatever you want is fine with me. No matter the cost.” “Wow, Viktor.” Wow? Did she not understand? “You want me to get your mother?” “Not yet. Are my clothes anywhere near?”

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“They are in the closet. Why?” “Go get my jacket.” She slid off the bed, eyeing him as if he had two heads. She returned with his suit. “You might have to the help me.” He indicated his shoulder that had taken a bullet. “What do you need in your suit?” “Just hold it up for me. I know what pocket I need.” “It can’t wait? Like until you heal? Or get out of the hospital?”

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“No, it can’t. I was going to do this when I saw you next. I didn’t plan on getting shot. I also planned on doing this in a more romantic setting.” “Okay, I’m intrigued.” This was not his best planning, but he had to say it to her. He couldn’t wait. He wouldn’t be able to heal until he knew how she felt. And knew that she was his. Nothing else mattered. “You’re awake,” a nurse said from the doorway.

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He couldn’t do it now. He wanted to be alone with Alia. The nurse strode in while he fumbled in his pocket. He snagged the box, then hid it under the covers. “You can hang that up now.” “Okay,” Alia said. “Let me take your vitals,” the nurse said. She put a blood pressure cuff on him then pumped it up. “Let me go get Svetlana,” Alia said. “No. Wait.”

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“I’m sure she wants to see you.” “No, I’m not ready,” Viktor said. The nurse took off the cuff. “Good pressure.” She held his wrist while looking at her watch. “Good pulse, too. The doctor will be in to see you in half an hour. You in pain?” “Yes, but I don’t want any medication yet.” He wanted to be clearheaded when he did this. Alia had to know that he was serious.

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“Okay, then. Call me when you want it.” She left. “Come sit here,” Viktor said. Alia came back and sat on the edge of the bed. “I’ve thought of many ways of doing this. None seemed right. Even here and now isn’t romantic, but I must do this now.” “Will you just do it?” “You have no idea?” “No.”

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He laughed. “Good.” He pulled out the box then handed it to Alia. Her eyes widened. “Open it, Alia.” She did and gasped. “Alia Jefferson, will you marry me?” “Yes, Viktor. I will.” She hugged his neck. “Put it on. I want to see it on you,” he said. He’d had the ring for a week and the opportunity had never arisen to ask her. Now he had and she’d agreed.

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“Oh, Viktor, it’s beautiful.” “You promise to marry me?” She kissed him. “Of course.” “Don’t say it just because I’m injured.” “I’m not, Viktor. I want to marry you.” He held her hand. “Think about where you want to live. Anywhere in the world. We’ll buy a house there. You can furnish it and make it yours.” “Ours. I’ll make it ours.” His heart nearly beat out of his chest. Alia was going to be his wife. “Now you can go get my mother.”

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She kissed him. “No, I want to enjoy this moment alone for a few more minutes.” She snuggled up against him and Viktor wished they were home. Then he could make love to her.

THE END Turn the page now to start reading “Sacha” .

Her Russian Billionaire #2 SACHA HER RUSSIAN BILLIONAIRE A BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE By..

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SUSAN WESTWOOD

Chapter1 Kendra Elliott picked up her younger brother’s backpack from the hallway for the third time that day. She’d tripped over it the first time then she’d moved it. Her brother, Cliff, was being obstinate about getting to kindergarten this morning. She had no time for this. She looked at her watch. He’d miss the bus. She’d have to drive him and she had an injunction to file. Some Russian guy was trying to knock down a building that might

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have historical significance. She was going to stop him. As the lawyer for the Historical Preservation Society, a non-profit organization, she was always filing injunctions to stop people. No one seemed to care about history anymore. Her mother, Jamaica Elliott, just sat on the couch; she had Alzheimer’s and most of the time didn’t know where she was. An aid should have been here by now so she could go to work. She couldn’t leave her mother here alone.

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She opened her front door then crossed the hall the apartment of her best friend, Tembi. She worked as a flight attendant and often had several days in a row off. She hoped her friend hadn’t gotten in late last night. Tembi opened the door, her hair a mess and a big yawn creasing her face. “Hey, Kendra.” “My mother’s aid is late. Can you stay with her until she comes?” “As long as she doesn’t mind me in my pajamas,” Tembi said. “You could be naked and she wouldn’t notice.”

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Her mother’s doctor had been pushing Kendra to put Jamaica in a home. Kendra didn’t have a heart to do it, but she was having more and more trouble getting people to stay with her mother. She couldn’t afford to lose her job. All three of them would be out on the street. If she left this second, she might get to court on time for the hearing on her filing for an injunction. The judge certainly wouldn’t grant it to her if she wasn’t there. She knew that judge well. Punctuality was as important as your paperwork being correct. Kendra’s

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heart sped up when she found Cliff in the doorway to his bedroom. In his underwear. “Is that how you want to go to school?” “Yes.” “Then fine.” She scooped up his clothes, tucked them in his backpack then dragged him out the door. She buckled him into his car seat. He cried as she did it. She could dress him in the care before she dropped him off. “I want to get dressed,” Cliff said. “When we get to school.”

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“My friends will see me in my underwear.” “Not if you dress in the car.” “I’ll dress now.” “Not, while I’m driving.” His school was close to her work and close to the courthouse. This way she could pick him up easily when he was sick. She could park once then walk him to the front door. He’d only have to dress in a parking garage. She turned the key on her ten year old car. With her loans and small salary, she couldn’t

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afford anything else. I made a dying whale noise. “Please start. Please start.” Cliff couldn’t miss another day of school. Nor did she have anyone who could take care of him today. All of her usuals were unavailable. She had to file this injunction before the building was knocked down. The car finally started. Damn greedy billionaire. “You said a bad word, Kendra.” Crap. She’d said that out loud. “I’m an adult. I’m allowed to.”

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“No fair.” “Life isn’t fair. If it were, we’d both have a father and I’d be making a huge salary.” Cliff giggled. “You say that all the time.” She pulled into the parking garage. She swiped her pass. The gate opened which always made Cliff squeal. Oh, to be a kid and see the joys in the small things in life. Life was simpler at five years old. As much as sometimes she wanted to curse her mother for having a baby late in life, she loved the little boy. Probably had been part of her early onset Alzheimer’s. She didn’t even remember

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the father or having sex. But she did and along came Cliff. He’d made Kendra a less selfish person. She’d worked even harder with Cliff in the picture. She wanted better for him than what she had, but she could never give him a father. She wasn’t ever getting married. She had sex sometimes. She had a few friends with benefits she could call on when she got the itch, but nothing was going to amount to a romance. Tembi would joke that she’d had her heart removed at law school.

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At least she’d had the romantic love part excised. That only led to heartache. Cliff chose to dress himself, standing in the back seat of her car. She took his hand when he was done and he hosted his backpack onto his one shoulder. She dropped him off. He hugged her now that he was calm. She just had to wait him out. He always saw her way of doing thing eventually. “Bye Kendra.” He skipped into his school. She sighed for a moment. Must be what a mother felt for her child. Kendra then turned and raced to the

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courthouse. She arrived a little hot, but not sweaty. Her phone rang before she could go inside. It was Tembi. Not good. “Hello?” “Hey, did you leave food for your Mom? She’s hungry.” Her mother hadn’t eaten breakfast this morning. “Can you make her eggs?” “Yes, I can. Okay if I make myself some?” “Go ahead.”

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She’d have to pick up more because everyone ate them in the house. Hopefully she’d remember by the time her day ended. She reached the court with seconds to spare. She didn’t even sit down when the Bailiff told everyone to rise. The judge entered the courtroom with a stack of papers. The woman didn’t look happy, but Kendra crossed her fingers behind her hoping all would go well. *** Sacha Kozlov stood beside his brother, Viktor. Both had hard hats on, waiting for the

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wrecking ball operator to start his piece of machinery. Viktor turned to Sacha. “You ready?” Sacha was. He was out on his own and going to open his own nightclub. Not anything that competed with his brother’s in another part of Manhattan. Viktor’s was a private club. Sacha’s ideas were bigger than that. He wanted to make the hottest club in the city. The only thing standing in his way was this building that had to be knocked down. The crane operator started his machinery. Sacha’s heart sped up. He couldn’t have been

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more excited. Despite being a lawyer, he was looking forward to owning his own business. He’d been Viktor’s lawyer for years, but had chosen to go out on his own. He’d saved his money. A few class action suits had helped and now his net worth rivaled his brother’s. Viktor had made it clear how proud he was of his younger brother. Sacha had made enough that he could be sitting at home. He’d always been more ambitious than that. The wrecking ball would topple this building. The one Sacha had planned would be bigger and have a penthouse for him. He already

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resided in one, but he wanted to be closer to work. Besides, he’d own the whole building this time. Presently he only owned the top floor of where he lived. “This is so exciting, Sacha,” Alia Kozlov said. His new sister-in-law also wore a hard hat. Her smiled creased her face. She glowed with the early stages of pregnancy. Her flat stomach hadn’t begun to show yet, but he’d been assured that he would be an uncle in six months. And he’d bet his big, bad older brother would dote on that child. They’d built a house in the suburbs, choosing not to

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raise kids in Manhattan. He understood that even though he and Viktor had been raised in the city. Kids should have room to run. Not that he was close to having them. No woman had caught his eye and with the amount of work this nightclub, Zap, would be to get up and running, he doubted he’d find someone now. Marriage and kids would have to wait. Besides, he already had a kid. He just didn’t know where the little one was. That was something else on his list for the year. Find his son.

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“Wait, stop!” someone yelled above the sound of the crane. Sacha spun around to see a stacked, black woman rushing toward him. She wore a suit and a fiery look. Wow. Those were some luscious lips, but why was she yelling? She finally reached him, her hair a little mussed. “Stop.” “No, we’re on schedule,” Sacha said. He signaled to the crane operator to continue. “No, you aren’t,” she said.

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“Who are you?” “I’m Kendra Elliott. I’m an attorney for Preservation One. I have an injunction to stop demolition of this building.” Sacha blinked. It was a decrepit building. Who cared if it was historical? He wanted to replace it with something safe; something that would create some jobs. She handed him a piece of paper. He read it through, admiring how thorough she’d been in her wording. She was a good lawyer and he didn’t see any way around it. “Damn,” Sacha said.

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Her smile was triumphant. This woman and her injunction stood between him and his dream. Why did he find her sexy? Maybe it was her unwavering gaze. She hadn’t taken her eyes of off him. She must feel very right in her position. “Is there a problem?” Viktor said. He’d hand his brother the piece of paper, but it wouldn’t mean anything. His brother wasn’t a lawyer. “She has an injunction to stop the demolition until it’s proven beyond a doubt that this building isn’t historical.”

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“What?”

Viktor

said.

“Can’t

you

do

something? You’re a lawyer.” Sacha frowned at his brother. “This is airtight. I’m going to have to do some research to prove there is no historical significance to this building.” A delay. He should have known things were going too smoothly. He sighed, then handed the piece of paper back to Kendra. “Okay. I’ll stop, but I plan on having a full report on your desk in a week. Then I will knock down this building.”

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He got in her personal space when he said those words. To her credit, she didn’t flinch. She didn’t blink. She just held his gaze as if she wasn’t intimidated by him. He couldn’t even detect a flutter in the pulse at her long neck. She smelled of peaches. His favorite fruit. “I’ll look forward to it,” she said. He waited for her to turn away under his scrutinizing gaze, but didn’t seem to be cowed. How odd. Most people found his resting face to be scary. His ice blue eyes and almost Nordic blond hair made him seem like

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an obvious James Bond villain. Guess Kendra didn’t watch those movies. He finally stepped away from her. He saw the lilt of a smile on her lips. She’d been doing it on purpose. Damn her. He didn’t back down to a woman. “Have a good day, Mr. Kozlov.” She spun round then left him watching her walk away. She had curves into next week. And that ass would probably be like biting a watermelon. Damn. He shouldn’t be thinking about his adversary that way.

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Viktor’s chuckle brought him back to reality from mooning over Kendra Elliot. “Pack it up. There will be no demolition today,” he said. “You okay, Sacha?” Alia said. He smiled down at her. “I’ve only been waylaid. It will still all come together.” She smiled back at him. “That Kozlov tenacity.” She squeezed her husband’s hand. His sisterin-law knew all about his family’s tenacity. It had taken that to finally bring Viktor and

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Alia together. Despite his initial dislike of Alia, she’d turned out to be good for his brother. The man had more balance in his life.

* Kendra was about to finish her day. A friend was picking Cliff up form after school care. She didn’t have to relieve the aid at her apartment because for a rare treat, she had paid for someone to stay overnight. Kendra planned on meeting Tembi for a drink. Just one. She wasn’t going to get outrageous; one

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lone drink and a chance at adult conversation that didn’t have to do with preserving buildings. Kendra wasn’t completely sold on the idea of saving the old building, but that didn’t meant she didn’t give her all to the cause. She was a pragmatist. She had to be. Taking care of her mother and her little brother, she had no choice. Once in a while she treated herself. Tonight was that night. Her phone rang. She hoped Tembi wasn’t backing out. She didn’t recognize the

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number, but her instincts told her to answer it. “Hello?” “Miss Elliott?” “Yes.” “This is Sacha Kozlov.” She hadn’t received his report yet. She couldn’t wait to see what he came up with. Smug billionaires rarely backed down from what they wanted. She didn’t think that Sacha Kozlov would be any different. Men that rich thought that they could get away

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with everything. If they threw enough money at it, all would be right. “Yes?” “I’d like to meet you and give you this report in person.” “I’m about to leave the office, but you can drop it off here in the mailbox slot in the door.” “No, I want to hand it to you.” Must not have found anything historical. He wouldn’t be so smug if he did. She’d have to have someone at Preservation One check his

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work. Not her job. Her job was to grant them time to do it by blocking demolition. Some of the bigger companies could keep it tied up for years. Thankfully the organization didn’t pay her by the case. No, she was on salary. Not a large one, but it kept a roof over their heads. She sighed. She’d have to send a text to Tembi that she was going to be late. “Where do you want to meet?” “At the building,” he said. “Why there?” “It’ll make sense when I talk to you.”

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“Fine. I can be there in fifteen minutes.” She could walk. She didn’t want to take a bus or move her car. The bar she was meeting Tembi at was close to her office. No need to find a new parking space. She walked in the warm weather of spring, the building that was almost knocked down a week ago. It was a majestic building made of stone with tall windows. It had a certain charm. Wanting out of the heat, Kendra tried the front door. It was open. She was early so she looked around. Then she heard voices, but something in their tone

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told her not to yell out. Mr. Kozlov could already be here. She stopped, listening to see what direction the sounds came from. She moved closer, tiptoeing. She peeked around a corner and almost gasped. Standing in the room was Carmen Lopez, a Councilman for the City. He was up for re-election. What was he doing here? Was he meeting Sacha? She watched for a moment when it dawned on her. She took in the conversation. “I told you that your men are not making their quotas,” Carmen said.

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He paced the small area. A man with tattoos seemed to be the object of his lecture. “Your crusade has sent the cops down on us. You need to dial back,” he said. “I can’t. It’s key to my getting elected again. Now we need to get out of here.” “Why did we meet in this building?” “I have a key to it and I know it isn’t being knocked down for a while. Preservation One will take care of that.” He laughed. “Now get me the drugs you owe me.”

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The man pulled some bags out of his back pocket. “It’s good stuff from what I hear.” “You haven’t sampled it?” “No, I don’t use.” Carmen shrugged. “Donors who are high give more money.” Kendra must have gasped because both men looked in the direction. She didn’t think they could see her. “What was that?” “Maybe a rat. No one should be here,” Carmen said.

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“I’ll check it out.” Kendra ran for it. Her sensible shoes with the rubber soles didn’t make a noise. Her heart beat a staccato in her chest. She had to get out of there. If they caught her, who knew what would happen? She’d be another statistic in a city full of them. She had no idea if he set her up for this or not. It was his building. What if he was part of this? She had to be able to tell someone. Her heart was in her throat as she heard footsteps behind her. She hadn’t thought that she’d wandered this far into the building, but the place was a rabbit

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warren of rooms. Which way had she come? There was a clear hallway at this point. Just by chance she saw light and ran toward it. Was this the front door? Maybe. She didn’t have time to pause or get her bearings. She ran to the light. It was the front door. She shoved it open, not caring at that point if she made noise. There would be people on the street. There would be safety if she hid somewhere or pretended she was just walking by. She shoved out the door, turned left then planned on skidding to a halt as if she hadn’t

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been running. Pretend she was just a passerby. Instead she ran into someone and her heart skidded around her chest. They’d caught up with her. Damn. *** Sacha caught Kendra before she fell. Where had she been running to? She fought him like a woman on fire. “Kendra.” She lashed out at him and he was afraid she was going to truly hurt him, so he wrapped his arms around her.

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“Kendra.” She stopped struggling. He realized that he liked the feel of her against him. He didn’t want to let her go. The softness of those large breasts reached him through his suit and shirt. Nice. She looked up at him with big, soft, brown eyes. They had some green in them. “Mr. Kozlov?” “Sacha. I think we’re past the mister stage.” She looked down as if just realizing he was holding her. “Let me go.”

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When he loosened his grip, she shoved him away. “You rat bastard.” “Hey, you ran into me. I was just making sure you didn’t go ass over teakettle,” he said. So much for being grateful, okay, maybe he’d held onto her longer than he needed to, but she’d felt good: soft in tall of the right spots; curvy where he was straight. He’d never been so acutely aware of how another human felt. This included the women who had been in his bed. Kendra could have been in a ski suit

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and he still would have felt her curves. She was that stacked and wonderful. “You brought me here.” She looked over his shoulder frantically. “Tell me that they’re going to shoot me in broad daylight. On the street?” He glanced in the direction her wild eyes were looking. He didn’t see anything that should cause alarm. “Who?” “The men sent to kill me,” she said. He blinked having no clue what she was talking about. “I didn’t send anyone to kill you.

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I’ve brought you the report my people compiled.” She looked over his shoulder then at the briefcase by his feet. Her shoulders relaxed. “Then the men in your building weren’t sent to kill me because I blocked demolition?” He smiled at her and hoped it would be warm. “I’m a businessman, a legitimate one, and a lawyer. I have no need to kill people. I can either throw money at the problem or bring them to court.” She seemed to digest that. “But I saw something.”

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“Whatever you saw has clearly upset you. Can we go inside out of this heat?” She backed away from him. “Not in there.” He put his hands up in surrender. “There’s a coffee shop down the block.” “I think I need something stronger.” “There’s a bar next to the coffee shop. I’ll buy you a drink.” “Fine.” She spun in the direction he’d pointed then looked back at him. “I don’t want you behind me.”

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“I’ll walk next to you and not touch you. I promise.” He wasn’t sure his libido could handle her touch again anyway. She eyed him as they walked. She almost stumbled. He held the door for her when they arrived at the bar. The place was quiet for happy hour, but Sacha figured this might be for the neighborhood people and they might not be out until after dinner. Either way they didn’t have to fight for a table. Only three people were inside. He directed her to a booth so they could talk in private. She was clearly still shaken

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up. She’d jumped when he put a hand on her lower back. What had she seen that had her this upset? She sat, but faced the door. He didn’t care which side of the booth he had. He just wanted her to tell him what she saw. This was his building they were talking about. The waitress came. “We’ll take two vodkas on the rocks,” he said. “Vodka. Of course,” Kendra said after the waitress left.

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“I drink other stuff, but I think it might calm your nerves quicker. Now tell me what you saw?” She took a large sip of her drink. He watched as she wiped her mouth with the cocktail napkin. “I heard voices. Then I was able to get close enough to listen. Councilman Carmen Lopez was telling another man that he wasn’t reaching his drug quota. Then he asked the man for the drugs he owed him and they exchanged a bag of white powder.” “This was in my building?” “Yes, Lopez said he had a key.”

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“First I’m going to get the locks changed. I don’t want that stuff going on in my building. Then we need to get you in to talk to a cop.” “You know a cop? Because they love Lopez. No one is going to think he did anything wrong. It will be my word against his.” “Did they see you?” “Not that I know of, but I can’t be sure. They might have been looking out when I ran into you. They could know me by now.” Sacha had no choice. It was the code he’d been raised with. If a woman was in trouble he had to help her. Kendra was certainly a

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woman who needed help. She was in deep trouble. If Lopez figured out who she was, Kendra would have a price on her head. He couldn’t leave her. He had to take her in. Just like Viktor had taken in Alia when she’d seen a murder, Kendra was now his responsibility. And everyone she was connected with. “Then you need to come home with me,” Sacha said. His current building had great security -- the benefits of living on the top floor. No one could come up to his floor without his permission.

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“What the hell are you talking about?” Kendra was no longer ashen. The brown of her eyes was sharper, in fact those green flecks stood out against the brown. “Kendra, you’re in danger. I can’t let you go home.” “I have people who I have to take care of. People who need me.” “A husband?” She seemed to be hesitating in telling him. “Kendra if I don’t know the whole story I can’t protect you,” he said.

Chapter2 Kendra licked her lips. She didn’t know what she could tell him. She wasn’t convinced that he wasn’t part of this. “How do I know I can trust you?” She’d always kept her private life private. She never brought her troubles into her office. He looked at her with his gorgeous eyes and slight stubble on his face. He looked rugged and capable of anything. That made her nervous. “You don’t, but do

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you want to chance going home and having them track you down?” She pressed her lips together. If she really was in danger, and she suspected she was, then she had no choice. She had to trust Sacha. Not something she liked to do. “I don’t like depending on a man.” He let out a sigh. He’d clearly dealt with women like her before this. “I see.” “No, I don’t think you do. Every man in my life has failed me.”

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He reached out his hand and covered hers. “I’m sorry, Kendra. I’m sorry that every man has done that to you. I’m not that man.” She looked own at his white hand on her dark hand and wondered if it could be that easy. That he really could be the first man she could depend on. It mattered to her and it mattered to her mother and her brother. “I have a mother who has Alzheimer’s. She needs either me or someone to take care of her.” “We can find a top-notch facility for her.” “I don’t want her in a nursing home.”

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“This would be specifically for Alzheimer’s patients, much better than your average nursing home.” “Yeah and who is footing the bill?” “I am Kendra. I’m a single man who makes boatloads of money. I have a boatload of money. I can afford it.” She swallowed. “I also have a five-year-old brother.” “I have plenty of room in my penthouse.” “I can’t imagine that it’s equipped for a fiveyear-old.”

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“I can get it equipped. You tell me what I need.” “Someone needs to get him to school and I’ll need to go to work.” “We can work out the details, but I’m sure that we can figure all of this out. Finish your drink.” “I have to send a text. I was supposed to meet a friend tonight.” “Don’t tell your friend where you’re going,” Sacha said.

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She eyed him. This was Tembi. She’d ask questions, but after mulling it over, Kendra nodded. She sent the text to Tembi. In that moment, Kendra knew her life was going to be different. Having to rely on Sacha was going to chafe, but she had to for her family’s sake. Cliff was only five. Sacha pulled out his phone. He pushed one button. “I need the car.” He gave the name and address for the bar then hung up. “You ready?” “You have a car waiting?”

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“Yes, Kendra, I have a car waiting.” He then dialed his phone again. He spoke into it. “I also have an ambulance picking up your mother. I need your address. Does she have a nurse?” “Yes.” Kendra gave him her address. This was all surreal. Had she really seen what she’d seen? Now her life was upside down. She had work to do and a race to plan. This was all nuts. “Then we’ll have that nurse go with your mother and I’ll get her a ride home.”

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She wanted to keep her mother with her, but she couldn’t ask Sacha to put up with her. Her mother was not coherent often and if she was, she didn’t have any idea where she was or who she was. She had stopped recognizing Kendra ages ago. Broke her heart, but she hadn’t wanted to institutionalize her mother. “Where is this place?” “Outside of the city. I understand it is the top place for Alzheimer’s patients on the East Coast. If it isn’t right for her, we’ll move her.”

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“Why are you going to all this trouble? You only just met me a week ago. I blocked the demolition of your building.” “You were doing your job, Kendra. As you’ll see from my report, your injunction was merely a bump in the road. The reason I’m helping is because that’s how my mother raised me. As a Russian, I cannot let a woman be in trouble without helping her. It goes against my code.” She finished her vodka. It had done well by calming her down. She was hungry, but that could wait. “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”

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Her heart fluttered in her chest. Her life was not completely in her control right now and she didn’t like it one bit. If she’d stayed outside, instead of trying to get out of the heat, she wouldn’t have seen Lopez make his drug deal. She could have done without that information. She’d worked on his campaign as a volunteer. She didn’t think he’d remember her, but now she was sorry he’d been elected. Water under the bridge for sure. She braced herself for the outside heat. A large limousine with darkened windows awaited

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them. Sacha opened the door for her. “Your chariot.” “Feels more like a paddy wagon,” then she realized how ungrateful that sounded. Sacha laughed. “I promise this won’t be as bad all that. Where do we need to go?” “I need some clothes.” He waved a hand as he sat next to her. “You can’t go home. They might follow you or us. You can’t risk it. Where is your brother?” “At a friend’s house.” “Have that friend meet us somewhere.”

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“What are we supposed to do for clothing? Toiletries.” “I’ll get you new clothes.” With each passing minute she was becoming more and more beholden to Sacha. This would not do. This was not going to be easy. *** Sacha could feel the tension rolling off of Kendra. What happened to her for this mistrust to be so strong? He wished he could punch every one of those men who had let her down. He wasn’t that way at all and he’d have to work twice as hard to gain her trust.

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And he wanted to gain her trust. He wanted to see himself in her eyes, even if they only ended up as friends after this. Still. He wouldn’t mind her in his bed. He’d bet when she did trust, she did it with all of her heart. When she let loose, it would be a storm. He liked storms. He’d never liked doing things the easy way. No, he’d been a C-section baby. His mother said he’d never gone in the birth canal. He wasn’t content to do it the way he was supposed to; the story of his entire life since law school. Instead of studying political science

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he’d gone for business before law school. Then he’d taken a year off to work for Viktor. Law school had been good and he’d passed the bar exam on the second try when most of his classmates, who’d had better grades than his, took three and four tries. Despite offers from various high-powered law firms, Sacha had chosen to work at Legal Aid. He didn’t need the money. He’d invested well during his college years and had plenty of money. His next project was the nightclub, but he wanted to do this properly.

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If the building in question had been historical, he would have worked with it, but as far as he could tell, it had no historical significance. Preservation One was just being obstructionist. That organization traditionally didn’t like progress. Given that Kendra didn’t seem as passionate about the cause as she could have been, how had she landed that job? He put his hand over hers that rested on the seat between them. “I know this is hard. I get that, but realize that I’m none of those people who let you down.”

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She eyed his hand, and then pulled away. He sighed. Like dealing with a skittish colt or a woman who had been abused by her husband. He’d dealt with a few of those in his Legal Aid days. He’d been able to coax every one of them to press charges and see it through. He was sure his being a man had worked against him most of the time, but his charm, when he chose to use it, paved the way. “You realize that doesn’t matter. The damage is done. I don’t trust easily.”

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“Got that. Well you got in the car with me so I think you trust me a little.” “A little. I have no choice. You have resources. I don’t.” “Got it.” He understood where he ranked with her. The obstacles with Kendra weren’t insurmountable, just difficult. Sacha liked a challenge. They picked up Cliff at a park near where he was supposed to have spent the night. Sacha looked at his phone. “Your mother is on her way up state.”

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“No problems?” “None.” Kendra looked relieved. “Good.” Cliff eyed him. He was a handsome little boy with big, brown eyes. He held onto a tiny car in his fist. “Hi, Cliff. I’m Sacha.” “Mr. Kozlov,” Kendra corrected. “He’s been taught to address all adults that way.” “Fine. Mr. Kozlov, if you must. You and Kendra are going to come live with me for a time.”

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He held out his hand. The boy took it after prompting from Kendra. The boy’s hand was so small in his, but it squeezed his heart. His son was this age. It had been a strange time in his life and the woman he’d made pregnant had been adamant that she’d was going to give him up. Where Sacha was in his life, he agreed to sign off custody rights. He regretted it ever since. Viktor didn’t know about this child. He would have wanted him to keep the baby, but Sacha didn’t think he could raise the child. Now he knew that he could give that child every advantage. He

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had people looking for the boy. Adoption laws had been loosened and if the adoptive couple agreed, he might be able to see the boy. He knew nothing about him, having not been there at his birth. “Where are you from?” Cliff asked. “That’s rude, Cliff,” Kendra said. Sacha shook his head. “He’s just curious. That’s okay. I was born in Russia, outside of Moscow. Though I’ve lived in the United States since was just a little older than you are. I haven’t completely lost my accent. Is that why you asked?”

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“Yes.” Cliff snuggled up to Kendra. “I’m hungry.” “We can eat something when we get to my apartment. You’ll have to tell me what you like so I can keep it in my kitchen.” “Cheetos?” Cliff said. “I can get whatever you want.” Kendra shook her head. “Not Cheetos. Mr. Kozlov means healthy food.” “Oh,” Cliff said, a frown forming on his face. Sacha leaned across the seat to get closer to Cliff. “We’ll see what we can do.”

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Cliff smiled at him and he thought he might have won the boy’s heart. Kendra was going to be a much tougher sell. The boy dozed off leaning against Kendra. Sacha studied him wondering what his own son looked like now. Did he eat Cheetos? Kendra gazed out the window. “Don’t encourage him, Mr. Kozlov.” “Sacha. Please. If we’re going to be living together I think we can call each other by our first names.”

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She pressed her lips together then nodded. She clearly didn’t like it. She clearly didn’t like him even though she didn’t know him. “I think you’ll find I’m pretty likable when you get to know me,” Sacha said. She didn’t turn her head. “I don’t like anything about this situation. Least of all, you.” * Kendra thought the ride up to Sacha’s penthouse was interminable. He held a sleeping Cliff in his arms as if he weighed nothing. He’d insisted that they not wake the boy.

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“He must need the sleep if he’s doing it when he’s hungry.” Kendra couldn’t argue with him. Cliff with too little sleep was not a pleasant experience. Waking him from a nap ensured he was grumpy. The elevator didn’t even open on a hallway. It opened to a living room. She wasn’t sure about the security of it all, but she’d had to show her license before Sacha could bring her up. And he owned the penthouse. She wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d been fingerprinted. “Follow me,” Sacha said.

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Lights turned on as he walked down the hallway. Kendra was only a few steps behind. “Cliff can sleep in this room.” He put the boy on the bed as if he were fragile. He seemed comfortable with Cliff. As if he actually liked children. Adults could be so odd around kids if they didn’t know them or like them. This would make this stay easier. Not that it was going to be fun. She was out of her element. She’d have to retrieve her car at some point and figure out a route to work. She suspected that her commute would be

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longer. She didn’t work in the nicest part of Manhattan and where she was now, was. The traffic would be a pain. Could Cliff go to school? She decided that they could discuss all of this when Cliff was settled. Sacha knelt down, in his suit that probably cost more than Kendra made in a year, then he took off Cliff’s shoes. “I can do that,” she said. “It’s fine.” He pulled the comforter over Cliff she had shifted to his stomach. Sacha looked down at

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the boy and Kendra thought she detected an affectionate look. She must be imagining it. “The light will turn off in a minute of him not moving. Does he need a night light?” “No, he’s fine.” She didn’t want to be any trouble. Sacha directed her to the next bedroom down the hallway. “Here’s is your bedroom. There’s a bathroom off of it if you want to freshen up. I’ll see what we have to eat.” “You don’t have to feed me.” “I have to eat so you might as well join me.”

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He left as if the discussion was over. They would have to set ground rules. She’d pull her weight. She wouldn’t be an awful house guest. She’d cook and clean if necessary. She wasn’t disabled. She had more time since she wasn’t caring for her mother. She‘d have to get the number of the place Sacha sent her. She wanted to check that she’d settled in okay. The bathroom off of her bedroom was bigger than her bedroom in her apartment, bigger than two of the bedrooms. It had gold fixtures and a deep tub. A separate shower took

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up one corner and that was bigger than her kitchen. For a moment, she was starkly reminded of Sacha’s wealth. He was a man used to getting his way, she was sure. She have to guard against that otherwise he might run her over. She didn’t want to lose herself while she was in this situation. She didn’t want to lose control of the life she’d carefully planned. It wasn’t a life full of luxuries, but it was her life. She was pretty happy with it. Splashing water on her face, she realized just how hungry she was. Dinner sounded good.

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She checked on Cliff as she went by. He was still asleep. The light had turned off. She closed the door gently. She found Sacha in the kitchen. He had changed from his work clothes into jeans and another button-down shirt. This one had he the sleeves rolled up on. He’d tied on a white apron that looked like a professional chef would use it. He smiled as Kendra stood in the doorway. “All I have to cook are some chicken breasts. Chicken Kiev okay?”

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She didn’t know what that was so she nodded. She wasn’t a particular eater so anything he put on a plate would do. “Can I help?” “You’re my guest, no.” “Sacha, we don’t know how long this will last. I’m going to pitch in and pull my weight. You tell me what needs to be done and I’ll do it.” He eyed her for a moment. “Okay. Set the counter for us.”

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He pointed to a drawer then indicated an eight food island at the other end of his kitchen. She put out placemats and silverware for three. In case Cliff woke up. “What else?” “Can you open wine?” She shook her head. “I’ve never done it, but I can try.” He handed her a wine key and a bottle of something called Pinot Noir. “Most people drink white with chicken, but I’m not a huge fan of white.”

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She wouldn’t have known the difference. In her job, she didn’t wine and dine clients. Her job was more about activism and the only rich people she dealt with were across the table. She doubted any of those she’d dealt with in the past would have opened their homes to her as Sacha did. She wondered what made him different. She watched him cook. He was clearly comfortable in the kitchen. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying himself. The muscles on his forearms bunched and flexed as he moved about in front of the stove.

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His cooktop was the biggest Kendra had ever seen. She looked at the wine key and the bottle and figured out how it worked. When the cork made an audible “pop” Sacha looked at her with a smile. “Good job.” She shrugged, then poured some of the liquid into the glasses on the counter. Sacha wiped his hands on his apron, then picked up his glass. He touched his to hers then sipped. “Mm.”

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She drank some of the liquid, enjoying the tantalizing dance of flavors across her tongue. *** Sacha couldn’t help watching her face as Kendra tasted the wine. Had she never had any before? “That’s interesting,” she said. “Interesting good or interesting bad?” Sacha asked. Her eyes had close momentarily and Sacha had vision of her like that in his bed as he

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pounded into her. He tried to shake the image because she’d made it clear that she didn’t trust him. He couldn’t imagine her giving in to him enough to get her in his bed. He could hope, but he wasn’t optimistic. “Interesting good.” “I have a proposition and you can tell me to go to hell.” “What is it?” “We can write up a contract if you’d like spelling it all out.” “What?” she said.

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He could see impatience in those eyes. He wanted to see passion. “I find you amazingly attractive, Kendra.” “Okay. Not liking the sound of this so far.” She was a tough nut. He had no idea how she would take his idea, but he wanted to pose it. What did he have to lose? If she declined he’d have blue balls for the duration of her stay. He’d been there. He had women he could tap for that if necessary. “I want to pursue you. I want to date you. I want to bed you. We can write up an agreement, amenable to both of us, no strings

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since you don’t trust easily. You can back out at any time.” She put down her glass. “Is this in return for your protection? I knew this was too good to be true.” “No. You can stay her even if we don’t do this. Don’t answer me now. Think about it.” He left her to get dinner. He wasn’t optimistic that she would agree. “Dinner’s ready,” he said.

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She slid onto a stool by the island. He put a plate in front of her, then he sat next to her. “Dig in,” he said. She picked up her fork and began to eat. “This is very good.” He didn’t think she was going to talk to him. “How was your day?” “My day?” She turned to him a quizzical look on her face. “Yes, your day. I’m making conversation,” he said.

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“Uh, okay. I guess. Other than I saw a drug deal go down.” “Before that I mean.” She laughed a little. “It was okay. We won a few. Lost a few. Kept the world safe for historic buildings.” “How did you get that job?” “They offered it to me. I didn’t have the best grades or go to the fanciest law school, so I didn’t have my choice of plum jobs.” “How did you come to take care of your brother?”

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He really wanted to know what made her tick. He’d have to figure out what made her cum. There were certain generic things that turned on most women, but he wanted to know the things specific to her. What went on in her head? He’d bet it was fascinating. He hoped she had a legal mind equal to his. He could already tell her body was luscious. “My mother has early onset Alzheimer’s disease. It started not long before she got pregnant with Cliff. She doesn’t remember having sex, but there she was, pregnant. I think it was the cable guy. The disease had already

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attacked the part of my mother’s brain that told her decorum.” “Someone took advantage of her?” That was wrong. He never understood his college roommates thinking it was fun to get a girl drunk and have sex with her. He only wanted willing partners. “I doubt that person realized what they were doing. She was coherent then. Not long after Cliff was born, she was diagnosed. I knew that I’d have to take care of Cliff for her. “You ended up taking care of her also.”

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“Yes.” She looked away from him, pushing food around her plate. He touched her arm. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of.” “I just wish I could have brought my mother with me.” “She’s getting the best care possible,” Sacha said. “I know and I thank you for that.” “No worries. I’m glad to do it. I don’t have a lot to spend my money on.” “What about fancy cars?”

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“I have a few of those.” “Helicopter.” “Have one.” She blinked. “You have a helicopter?” “Yes.” She shook her head. “Wow.” “I’m that rich, Kendra. I’m not going to apologize for my success.” “I’m not asking you to. I’m just trying to wrap my head around it.” “Don’t. I can’t always do it either. I grew up on the streets. I was just lucky enough to

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have some breaks in life,” he said. “I invested well and still do.” She nodded, but he didn’t think that she really understood. He poured her some more wine. He drank his own, his plate now empty. “You not hungry?” “I’m hungry.” “Then eat. I’m not going anywhere.” “I wouldn’t think so. You live here.”

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He laughed. “Yes, I do. About what I said earlier. Let’s sleep on it and we can write up a contract tomorrow.” “Fair enough.” He watched her eat with gusto. So different from a lot of women he’d been with. They ate very little then worried about how fat they were. Kendra wasn’t fat, but she wasn’t a waif either. She had enough to hold onto while he was making love to her. He wondered what she thought of his idea. It would have to be beneficial to both of them. He already knew that Kendra wouldn’t sign

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anything she wasn’t happy with. So he’d make her happy, but not at his own expense. “I’ll wash the dishes.” “I’ll let you,” he said. She laughed, then cleared their plates. She filled the sink with soap. Sacha liked watching her movements. She had grace and confidence. That made her sexy. He truly hoped she would be up for what he had offered.

Chapter3 Kendra woke the next morning knowing her life was turned upside down. So was Cliff’s and he seemed to be handling it. He wasn’t in bed and hadn’t awakened all night. Guess the boy was tired. Kendra put on a robe she found in her room. She and Cliff needed clothes, but for now she had to find him. She yawned as she walked out to the kitchen. She found Cliff sitting at the island where she’d eaten dinner last night. His hair was in disarray and held his toy car.

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He swung his legs, not being able to reach the cross bars on the stool. Sacha was in a different work outfit, his sleeves rolled up. “You want pancakes, Kendra?” Cliff said. Kendra looked from Cliff to Sacha then back again. “Uh.” “I have enough batter for more,” Sacha said. “I need coffee first,” she said. He indicated a French press sitting on the counter with a mug next to it. When she picked it up, she could tell that the mug was made out of china. She was afraid she’d break it. She poured herself some of the

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black liquid then drank. The warmth went down to her toes. Whoever invented coffee should have a statue made in his or her likeness. She leaned against the counter, watching Sacha cook her little brother breakfast. He didn’t have to do that, but the fact that he was melted her heart. Should she give him a chance? Maybe just the physical relationship that he was offering. Might take a few kinks out of her life if she could get laid. “What’s the game plan today?” she asked.

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“Breakfast. I have a few women coming over for you to interview. Cliff can’t go to school. I’ll have a driver for you if you want to go somewhere.” “I have to go to work.” “You can’t go to work. Can you get whatever you need delivered here?” She frowned. Not going to work was not an option. She could probably take a sick day today, but that as it. She had a lot of stuff on her desk. Plus she had the race to plan. “I don’t think anyone would know what to send me.”

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“You don’t have a secretary?” Sacha said. She snorted. “No, we don’t. I’ll have someone bring me everything on my desk.” “Have the driver pick it up. That way none of your co-workers know where you are.” Good point. He thought of everything. “Okay. Cliff can’t go to school?” “No. We need you and Cliff to stay safe.” Sacha said as he put a plate in front of Cliff whose eyes lit up. “You made them look like a smiley face.”

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Sacha smiled. “I thought you’d like that.” He turned to Kendra. “I have someone coming in to measure you and Cliff for clothes. Pick what you need. I’ll shop for toys on my way home, but will call you for advice.” He had everything covered. She would have thought this was an inconvenience, but Sacha seemed to be enjoying himself. Why didn’t he have a family? “Are you sure we need all of this security?” Her phone rang. It was in the pocket of the robe so she pulled it out. “It’s Tembi.”

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“Hey, Kendra. Are you okay? I know you had some shit go down last night, but your apartment’s been broken into.” Kendra gasped. “Are you inside? Is it a mess?” “Yes, it is. Where’s your mother?” “I had to put her in a home. Cliff is with me. We’re fine.” “Good. The cops were here, but of course, no one heard anything,” Tembi said. “Did you give the cops this number?” “No. I didn’t.”

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“Good. Don’t. Pretend you don’t know me.” “What kind of trouble are you in, girl?” “Nothing I can explain. We’re going to lay low for a few days. Thanks for the call.” She clicked off the call. “That was my friend.” She moved closer to Sacha so she could whisper. “My apartment was broken into.” Sacha’s eyebrows went up. “Do you doubt the need for safety?” She sighed. Her phone rang again. This time it was her office. They’d been ransacked also. Nothing had been stolen.

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“That’s too much of a coincidence,” Sacha said. She had to concede, but now she was a prisoner. “I can get someone to cover my work at Preservation One, but I’m the chair for a race.” “A race?” “A fundraising race to benefit Alzheimer’s Remembers.” “A running race?” “Yes in Brooklyn. Easier to get permits to block the roads for a few hours.”

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Sacha nodded, put some pancakes on a plate then handed them to her. “You probably need these.” She laughed. “Yes, I think I do.” She sat then dug into them. “These are really good.” Light, fluffy. Very little need for syrup. “You doubt my culinary skills?” “You’re a bachelor.” He shrugged. “I still like to eat.” “You going got work?”

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“I don’t have much I can do until I set a date for demolition. We need to discuss a few things today.” “Then why are you in a suit?” “Habit, I guess. I’ll probably go into my office.” “You have an office?” “Yes, in another building. One that I don’t own.” “There are buildings you don’t own?” He laughed. “Yes Kendra, there are some that I don’t own.”

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“You own buildings Mr. Kozlov?” Cliff said. Kendra had almost forgotten he was there. “Yes Cliff, I do. More than one.” “Can I see them sometime?” Cliff said. “Of course, just not this week. Okay? Are you finished with breakfast?” “Yes.” Cliff climbed down from the stool then brought his plate to the sink. “I’ll do dishes since you cooked,” Kendra said. “Thanks. I need to get going.”

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He left her doing dishes. Once she was done with those, the doorbell rang and she interviewed tutors for Cliff. *** Kendra had picked a tutor and nanny for Cliff by the time Sacha came home. He’d had a good day. Now, he just had to show Kendra his report and, if she wanted, to discuss his idea for an arrangement. He wanted Kendra in his bed. What he wanted to do to her was naughty. He realized how late he was when he knew that Cliff was already in bed. He’d

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been distracted by paperwork. Kendra sat at the island, two places set. “What’s this?” “Dinner. For us.” He put down his briefcase and laptop case. He’d wanted to get a little more work done, but this could be so much better. “Well.” “Take off your tie. Come sit and eat.” He put his tie on top of his briefcase, then put his suit jacket over the knob of the closet door. He rolled up his sleeves. She watched

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him as a hungry man watched food being cooked. He settled on the stool next to her. He picked up the wine glass, took a long sniff of it. She must have gotten it from his collection. She’d found his temperature-controlled room behind the kitchen. That was fine. No part of his apartment was off-limits to her. He knew parts where he wanted her to explore. On him even. He took a swig of the wine. The plate in front of him made his mouth water.

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“I found a cookbook and I picked something. I’ve never been a cook, but I have time right now. I was crawling up the walls.” “I won’t be this late from now on,” he said. “You don’t have to babysit me.” “Okay. Did you find a tutor?” “Yes, she’s also a nanny so she can take care of Cliff if I can’t.” He wondered what would keep her from taking care of her brother, other than him. He chuckled in his head. Yes, he’d like to have all of her attention.

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“You’ve had a productive day.” “She can start tomorrow. You don’t mind all of these people in your place?” He shrugged. “If you all drive me nuts, I can go see my brother in the suburbs.” She laughed. “Is it okay?” He tasted her meal. “Yes it is.” She smiled. “Good.” She began to eat her own cooking. “You don’t have to cook for me,” he said. “I know. I just needed something to do. Besides, we have an arrangement to discuss.”

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He almost choked on the food in his mouth. “You decided quickly.” “Who knows how long I’ll be here. Might as well make it pleasurable.” Oh, he could do that in spades. She had no idea. He put down his fork. “We need to draft an agreement.” She pulled a stack of papers out from under her placemat. “I already did.” “Of course you did.” He

took

it

Agreement?”

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her.

“Relationship

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“That’s what this will be—a relationship of sorts.” “Of sorts,” he said. He put some more food in his mouth as he perused the sheaves she’d handed him. She was thorough and boy did her mind make him hard as much as her body did. The contract was airtight. A contract he would be proud to have written. “You’ve thought about this.” “Better than thinking that someone is after me,” she said.

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She didn’t stare at him as he read. No, she continued with her dinner as if this meant nothing. Maybe that’s why she could write this contract. None of it mattered to her. She wasn’t as affected by him as he was by her. Gave her the upper hand. “I see you insist on a condom being worn.” “Yes. I don’t want to get pregnant and I don’t know where you’ve been,” she said. “Will that be a problem? That’s a deal breaker for me.” Practical. He had to admire that. “No. Not a deal breaker. I want to amend a paragraph.

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You can have your own room, but I want you sleeping in my bed at least half the week. I’m not a stud service and you aren’t a hooker. We’re in this together.” She nodded. “Okay. I can go with that.” “Good.” He changed that paragraph to how he wanted it to read before showing her. She assented. “The paragraph about a child is interesting.” “Condoms break.”

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“Good point,” he said, though he hoped they wouldn’t. “You won’t be using any other birth control?” “I will get some, but I still want condoms as a backup. People get pregnant despite the odds.” He couldn’t argue with that. He put the papers on the counter then pulled out his pen. He signed the agreement. He handed it over to her for her signature. “We need to seal this with a kiss.”

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Which they hadn’t done yet; they would have sex at least three times a week and their lips hadn’t touched. “Fine,” she said after signing it. He leaned toward her. She gave him a peck on the cheek. “That’s not enough,” he said, but he sees the twinkle in her eye and she was teasing him. She laughed. He didn’t, but he was amused by it. He put his hand on the back of her head, his fingers laced into her hair. He brought her close to him. Her nostrils flared,

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her lips parted. He heard an intake of her breath. She was affected by him. She’d been playing it cool. Her eyes darkened. He closed his then brushed her lips with his. The he took control of the kiss, plundering her lips like a Viking. Her hands fisted into his shirt. Their tongues met in the middle. She was going to give as much a she took. Oh, he was going to enjoy this. No one-sided lovemaking. Had Sacha met his match? He didn’t think that someone would worm her way into his heart.

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No, this was a contract. Pure and simple. For their pleasure only. No commitments. No strings. No emotion. * Kendra’s heartbeat sped up. Sacha was an excellent kisser. Their tongues met as if they were old friends. Her body was beginning to hum. He was only touching the back of her head. What would his hands do on other spots? He broke the kiss, his eyes studying her. “We can clean the dishes in the morning.”

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He stood, took her hand then led her to his bedroom. She glanced in on Cliff who was asleep, sprawled across his bed. She closed the door softly. Sacha took her hand again. His bedroom was large with floor to ceiling windows. No other building around was as tall so it wasn’t possible for anyone to see in. He let her look around for a moment. The bed was a king and had colorful sheets. The headboard was a carved, dark wood. The carpet was plush on her bare feet. Sacha pulled her up against him. She loved the smell of him. Man. No fussy fragrance.

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Just soap. His hair was in place of course, so she had to run her fingers through it. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t seem to care enough to worry about if his hair was a mess. Which it was now. His hair was soft. Not as much product in it as she thought. He hands roved over her as if he didn’t know what to feel first. He kissed her again. She felt it to her toes. To her soul. Whoa. That was odd. This was just physical. “I want to explore every inch of you. I want to know everything that turns you on. What

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turns you off? What makes you go wild in bed, Kendra?” She was fully clothed, but his straightforwardness made her feel as if she’d been stripped naked. He wanted to know things about her that she probably hadn’t shared with her other lovers. That might have been why they’d been crappy in bed, but none of them had asked her questions. Sacha wanted to know it all. She didn’t shy away from him. “I’ll do my best to let you know.”

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“No reason this can’t be great sex,” he said. “If we’re going to do this, I want you all in. I want to know your sweetest desires and your darkest fantasies. I want you to be able to tell me anything.” He put his hands out to indicate his bedroom. “This is a no-judgement zone.” She blinked at him, taking in the enormity of what he asked. She knew what she wanted out of life. She wasn’t so sure she knew what she wanted in bed. This was her chance to make this part of her life better. When she left Sacha’s bed at the end of all of this, she’d

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know herself better. She’d know what to tell her next lover to do. “Okay.” He smiled, then captured her lips in a kiss as he held her face. His hands were soft, office hands. They were also strong with long fingers. She held onto him like a drowning person clutching a life jacket. His lips were expert and her body was now on fire. She wanted to be naked. She wanted to be skin to skin with him. He tugged her shirt off. She was glad she’d been wearing her best bra and panty set

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when they arrived at Sacha’s place. The only one she owned. Tembi had dragged her to Victoria’s Secret. She thanked Tembi in her head. “Beautiful,” Sacha said. She smiled. This man probably dated supermodels and other hot women. He’d seen more than one naked and he considered her beautiful. How could she argue with him? “Your turn.” She unbuttoned his shirt, the shoved it off of his shoulders. Next came the t-shirt underneath. Then his chest was in front of her. He

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had sinewy muscles with some well-placed hair. She rubbed her hands down his chest, making his nipples pebble. He threw back his head. When he looked at her again, his eyes had darkened like a sky right before a storm. He undid her bra, dropping it on the floor. “They are amazing,” Sacha said. He knelt in front of her. He put his mouth on one nipple while he played with the other one. She threw back her head. A buzzing sounded in her ears. His mouth was doing naughty things to her. She groaned, her

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hands resting on his shoulder. How did he do that? Her body wanted to explode. Not exactly near a climax, but primed for being near one. He undid her pants, slid them and her panties down her legs. “Oh God, you are beautiful,” he said. He rested his head between her breasts as if catching his breath. He kissed down her stomach, not reaching the apex of her thighs, but getting close. Instead he stood, towering over her, his smile slow and sexy. She tugged at his trousers. His erection was clearly trying to get loose. She complied and

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he stood there naked to her. He was a beautiful man. Not self-conscious at all. She’d never been this attracted to a man this this. Her usual partners had more meat, sadly not much muscle, but they were usually big men. Sacha was tall and slim, but she liked the whole package at the moment. He took her hand, kissed her knuckles. “Lay down on the bed.” She pulled the covers back then lay in the middle of the large bed. Sacha crawled over to her, kissing her neck. Biting that spot on her neck that sent her into the stratosphere.

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Her body arched up. Only his lips and teeth touched her. She grabbed at him to bring him closer. He resisted. “Trust me,” he whispered. She did. Right here. Right now, she trusted him. She wasn’t sure if she could in the rest of her life, but reclining naked on his bed, she trusted that he wouldn’t hurt her. That was an accomplishment. *** Kendra’s skin tasted of honey and peaches and Sacha wanted to lick all of her. His dick

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had other ideas. Only his lips touched her, grazing her neck then her chest, but he couldn’t hold out any longer. He stretched himself over her, touching her body as much as his could. Skin so soft. He wanted this moment to last. Her fingers dug into his back as he kissed her again. He reached into his nightstand for a condom. As agreed upon. He rolled it onto himself then put his thumb on her clit. She was wet already. She let out a yelp, her fingers digging deeper into him. Her body arched into him again and he was poised over her opening. He slid into her

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gently until he could go no further. He paused, wanting to enjoy the sensation of being surrounded by her. She wiggled. “Sacha.” “Give me a moment to enjoy this.” Her eyes flew open. “What?” “There will be no other first time inside of you. I want to remember it. Drink in the sensations of your warmth. You’re wet and slick and so ready.” Her eyes sparkled. He hoped she understood because at the moment he had no other

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words. He was a lawyer. And businessman. Words were his life as much as any writer or politician, but right now he was at a loss. No one had ever felt this good around him. Then he began to move because he could stay still no longer. His body longed for the buildup, longed for the release that a climax would bring him. This was sex, but it was the best sex he’d ever had. That said a lot considering his history. Women had always jumped into his bed, like eager fish into a boat. Just like those fish, those women had no idea what a cold

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bastard he could be. He didn’t like emotions. They were messy. This couldn’t get messy. He and Kendra had a contract. No loopholes. No professions of love and either could end it without any questions asked. How his body felt inside of hers, he hoped that ending it was a long way off. Even if Kendra no longer needed protection, his body would crave hers. That should have scared him, but he wasn’t thinking with the big head right now. No, all of his blood supply was away from his brain. He thrust into her, slowly at first. She made deep, throaty

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noises that made him even harder. How was he going to hold on when she made those sounds? Sexy, sexy sounds. He slowed down his speed as to not lose it before she came. Oh and then she did, her mouth emitting a howl as her body went taught with the release. Her vagina milked him and he had to go over after her. He thrust into her into his seed dumped into the condom, her body losing coordination except for her spasms of pleasure. He slumped over her, not wanting to put all of his weight on her. If he could have stayed

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there forever, he would have, but there was the problem with the condom. He pulled it off, dropped it in the trashcan next to his bed, then lay on top of her. Her hands were on his shoulders. Her breathing hadn’t come back to normal. Neither had his. “Damn.” She nodded. “I know.” He kissed her forehead, then rolled off of her, putting his head right next to hers. She turned to look at him and she was still sexy. Rumpled, her lips swollen from his kisses.

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He rested his hand on her tummy and she put her hand on his. This might be sex only, but he wasn’t one to rush away. The after part could be just as good. He wanted to get into Kendra’s brain. See what made her tick. What a fun project it would be to learn everything about her. “This is just sex, but there’s nothing just about it,” she said. He nodded. He snugged her closer to him. She turned on her side, spooning with him. Heaven. “Nope.” They lay in silence. “Why did you become a lawyer?”

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“I thought we weren’t getting that personal. Page five of the contract.” “It says that either party can refuse to answer personal questions. It does not stop me from asking them or you from asking me. We can take turns. I’ll ask one. Then you ask one.” She seemed to ponder that for a moment. “Okay.” “My questions stands. Why did you become a lawyer?” She laughed. “I don’t have a good answer. Just seemed to be a path for making money and I was good at arguing.”

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“Fair enough. Your turn.” “How did you make your money?” He laughed. “Right to the point.” “You can decline to answer it,” she said. “I know. I got a small inheritance from an uncle while I was in college. I invested it and made a lot of money.” Silence, like an old married couple. The idea almost made Sacha run screaming from the room, but that wouldn’t be nice. This was his problem. Their roles were clearly defined in this instance.

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“I have a friend who is a cop who you can talk to,” Sacha said. “That was random.” “Yes, but I’ve been meaning to tell you. I’ll have him come by tomorrow,” he said. “You trust this guy?” “With my life. He would be that last cop I know that would turn dirty. I’ve known him since college and he’s a detective.” “Okay. If you can trust him.” She yawned. “I think I’m done with questions.” “Then go to sleep. Good night Kendra.”

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She snuggled a little further into the pillow. Her butt wiggled against him, bringing his dick to life, but she was already asleep. He sighed. This was going to be fun, but painful. Now that he knew what she looked like naked, he would never get that vision out of his head.

Chapter4 Kendra woke to an empty bed. She could still see the dent Sacha’s head made in the pillow, but the sheets were cold. He’d been awake for a while. She didn’t hear the shower so she took one. She still didn’t have clothes, but the woman from the store was supposed to come today to get clothing for her and Cliff. She was excited to shop. Not a true clothes horse, she still liked looking good on her days off. She didn’t get much of a chance since she’d been raising Cliff for the last five years. Nor did she date, so good clothes were

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a waste when you just lounged around the apartment. In her robe, she wandered out to the kitchen. A similar scene as yesterday, but this time, Sacha was making waffles. Did the man know how to make breakfast or what? Why didn’t Cliff find her? Guess he was starved for male attention. Maybe Kendra needed to find a husband to help her raise Cliff, but she didn’t have any prospects. “Hey,” she said in the doorway. Sacha handed her a mug of coffee. “Thanks.”

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“Mr. Kozlov said we’re getting clothes today,” Cliff said. “Yes, we are. I know that isn’t exciting for you, but it is for me.” She sat next to Cliff, ruffled his hair. “Your nanny is coming today, too.” “Cool.” He’ll appreciate the attention. “Waffle m’lady?” Sacha said. Cliff laughed at what he’d said. Kendra couldn’t help smiling. The day did look brighter after having sex not once or twice,

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but three times last night. Technically that was their quota for the week, but she could be talked into it again. Sacha was good at it. She felt well and truly fucked. “Sure.” She spun around to face the counter as Sacha put a plate in front of her. She detected something different in his eyes. He was picturing her naked with a more accurate rendering. Oh. God. If she could blush, she would. Her face went warm for sure.

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She broke away from his gaze, looking down at the food. “Strawberries. They’re my favorite.” He smiled as if he were proud that he’d given them to her. “I ran down to the market. I figure Cliff needs to eat better than I normally do.” “He is a growing boy.” Sacha leaned against the counter, his coffee mug in his hand. She watched him take a sip. She liked his hands. They were soft and long, but peasant hands in some way. She could see that his ancestors could have been

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farmers. She dug into her waffle. Her eyes fell closed when she put a bite in her mouth. “This is really good. You’re going to make a good husband for someone someday.” He frowned. What had she said? She wasn’t making any gestures that he was going to be her husband. Did he have no plans to marry? He pushed away from the counter, then put his mug in the sink. “I have to go to work for a few hours. I’ll be back before Nikolai, my cop friend, gets here.” He left. She glanced at Cliff, but he hadn’t noticed the frostiness in the air. The phone

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rang. Sacha must have answered it because it only rang once. He came out of the bedroom with his tie on and his suit jacket over his arm. “The nanny is on her way up.” Kendra longed to go to work, to be back around other people. It had only been two days, but she was already feeling cooped up. She had work to do on the race so she’d finalize her permits for that. Hopefully registrations would start to come in, but she had to get them from her mailbox. She stopped Sacha before he went into the elevator.

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“Can you make a stop on your way home for me?” “Sure.” The iciness of earlier was gone, but he wasn’t as warm as he’d been last night. “I need my mail from my post office box.” She showed him the address on her phone. “I’ll get the key.” He was still at the elevator, but the nanny had arrived. She was already cleaning up from breakfast and talking to Cliff. They had made friends in that short time.

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“Here.” She handed Sacha the key. “It’s box four zero nine.” “What will be in it?” “Registrations for the race.” His eyebrow quirked up. “Okay. I’ll get them.” He hopped onto the elevator then left her, not looking her way as the door closed. Her heart hurt a little and she knew she was reading too much into it. They had an arrangement. That was it; sex without strings. No emotion at all.

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She wanted it this way as much as he did. She’d drafted the agreement. Shrugging it off, she felt better. The phone rang again. This time it was the stylist that Sacha hired to outfit her and Cliff. She told the doorman that the woman could come up. The elevator dinged a few minutes later. The woman breezed in with a rack of clothing. They set up in the living room. Kendra had no idea where the nanny and Cliff went, but she’d find them eventually. Sacha was patient about having all of these people in his space. She wondered if he

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entertained much normally. The place would be wonderful to have a party in, not that she was a partier, but she’d hoped that someday she’d own a house. And that she could have friends over. Now wouldn’t be the time to do that. Besides, this wasn’t her place. The woman measured her then had her try on clothes. By the end of it all, she and Cliff had new wardrobes. It had broken up the morning, but now she had to face Sacha’s cop friend. Sacha came home first and handed her a pile of registrations.

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“Thank you.” *** Sacha couldn’t believe the number of registrations in Kendra’s mail box. Must have been fifty. “Is there something you need to do with them?” “I have to open them, organize the checks, and then put the names in my database. Eventually I’ll have to stuff the goody bags. We have a number of sponsors for the t-shirt and other companies that are giving away goodies.”

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He blinked at her. He had no idea what she’d said. “Huh?” “Have you never entered a race?” “No.” He’d meant to, but the time had never presented itself. Guess he better enter this one since it as important to Kendra. “Well you get a t-shirt then some goodies. You also get a number to pin on your shirt so your time can be recorded.” “Oh, okay. Let me get into some jeans then I can help you.”

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“You don’t have to,” she said. “I could stand to borrow your dining room table.” “Go ahead. I never use that room.” The formal dining room had a table, but only because his mother had bought one for him with chairs. The room would probably be empty if Sacha had anything to say about it. When he’d changed into jeans, Kendra was elbow deep in paperwork and the table was covered with it. Looked like a big job. “So how are you organizing this?” “I don’t know.” She looked defeated.

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“How about this. You open the envelopes and take out the checks. I’ll put the actual registration in alphabetical order by last name. That way when you enter them into your database they’ll already be in order.” “That sounds great.” He worked in silence with her for a half an hour when the house phone rang. “Mr. Kozlov there is a Mr. Alman to see you.” “Send him up. He’s expected. Thanks Jeeves.” Sacha left Kendra to go greet his friend. Nikolai had been his roommate in college.

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He shook the man’s hand when he entered the apartment. “I always forget how rich you are,” Nikolai said. Sacha laughed. “You could have invested with me in college.” “Yeah, I know. I’d be living in a penthouse instead of going undercover for the narcotics squad.” Sacha laughed. “You’d hate your life.” “So tell me a little more about why I’m here,” he said.

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“Well, let me get Kendra and she’ll tell you her story. This took place in a building I bought and have since changed the locks on. Have a seat in the living room.” Kendra hadn’t moved. “He’s here and ready to listen to you.” She nodded then followed him out to the living room. “Nik, this is Kendra,” Sacha said. They all sat after Kendra shook Nikolai’s hand. Sacha wanted to be there for Kendra. She glanced at him. “You don’t have to be here if you have work to do.”

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Sacha shook his head. “It can wait.” “You sure you don’t want to get a head start on those registrations? That would really help me.” Was she trying to get rid of him? Didn’t she want him there? “No, I’ll stay here.” She shrugged. Nik had an amused expression on his face. Of course Sacha would stay. He was her to support Kendra and this might be difficult. It wasn’t part of their agreement, but he’d been raised this way. Kendra was his responsibility, even if she didn’t like it.

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She frowned at him then turned her attention to Nikolai. She told him what she’d told Sacha. Nikolai asked a few questions. Kendra answered them. She wasn’t intimidated by Nikolai, which was good. Instead, she seemed relieved that he was truly interested in what she had to say. At one point, Kendra’s hand was on the couch. Sacha patted it and Kendra gave him a strange look. Shouldn’t he touch her? How odd. A lesser woman would be cowed by what she’d been through. Clearly Kendra was not.

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He rested his arm on the back of the sofa, which put it in proximity to her neck. She glanced at him, but didn’t say anything. What had he done now? Nikolai left when the interview was over. He said he’d been in touch, but that Kendra had supplied some great information. “Do you have surveillance cameras in your building?” he’d asked before he left. “No, but I’ve changed the locks so I doubt the councilman will be back.” “He’d find a way. I’d bet he’s been using that building while it was up for sale.”

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Sacha hadn’t thought of that. “I can put cameras up.” “Good. We might catch a break in this case. So far the big players have been elusive. I knew Lopez was involved, but I didn’t know to what extent.” They shook hands. Sacha returned to Kendra on the couch. “You okay?” “I’m fine. What was that all about?” “What do you mean?”

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His instincts told him to tread lightly. She was upset about something. They weren’t in a romantic relationship, but his ability to get sex would be hampered if she were pissed. Technically they’d already done their three for the week. He wished he’d held out for a larger number, but he hadn’t realized just how attracted he’d be to Kendra. “The touching my hand, the arm on the sofa; It was all uncalled for.” He didn’t know how to respond. “It’s just part of me protecting you.”

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“You can offer me safe haven, but I don’t need to be fawned over like I’m going to swoon any minute.” Her fists were clenched and her eyes held a fire he hadn’t seen before. “Uh, noted.” “Good. Now that we’ve cleared that up, you still up for helping me?” He eyed her for a moment. “Sure thing. We can finish what we have then you can put the names in your database.” “Thanks. It’ll go faster with both of us.”

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Sacha followed Kendra into the dining room, not sure what had happened. He wasn’t sure what he’d done wrong. * Kendra knew something was wrong when Cliff wasn’t awake before her. She’d slept in her own room last night, still smarting from Sacha’s behavior. Sacha was already gone and Kendra had no idea what his schedule was like for the day. She let Cliff sleep. She called the nanny and cancelled her for the day, knowing that if Cliff was still sleeping at

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nine then he was sick. Hopefully nothing that needed a doctor. She made herself some breakfast and drink the coffee that Sacha had left for her. She was going to miss coffee from a French press when she moved back other apartment. She couldn’t afford that and her mother’s care for sure. She chose not to think about she’d do when Sacha’s generosity ran out. That was a problem for another day. With nothing else to do, Kendra went into Cliff’s room to check on him. The boy lay on

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top of the covers, his face ashen. His eyes were open. “Cliff? You sick?” “Yes.” “What’s wrong?” “My ear hurts and I’m all achy.” Ear infection probably. She didn’t have any fever medication with her. Damn. She’d forgotten to have Sacha get some and of course now that she needed it, she couldn’t run out and get it. She felt Cliff’s forehead. He was hot. She didn’t have a thermometer either so

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she’d have to guess that it was over one hundred degrees. “Okay, I’m going to put you in the bath.” “No, Kendra. I just want to sleep.” “No, honey, I need to get your fever down and I have no other way.” He began to cry. He must be miserable. She left him on the bed, then ran a tepid bath. She went back to him. He hadn’t moved. He was still crying. “No, Kendra.” “I have to, Cliff. I’m sorry.”

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She undressed him then carried his limp body to the tub. She put him in. He screamed. She knew it wasn’t hot; he was just that achy. She washed him down then dried him off. “You feel any better?” “No.” She laid him back on the bed. She had to get him to a doctor so she called Sacha. His driver could take them, but she had no way of getting in touch with him. Sacha didn’t answer. He must be in a meeting.

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She gave him fifteen minutes to call back; when he didn’t she called down to the doorman. “Jeeves, it’s Kendra up in the penthouse.” “Hello Miss Kendra. What can I do for you?” “I need to take my brother to a doctor. Are there any clinics nearby?” “Yes there is one in this block. Is everything okay?” “Probably an ear infection, but I have nothing to give him and I’d like to have a doctor see him.”

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“Right Miss. I can direct you when you get down here.” “Thanks.” She put her shoes on and sneakers on Cliff who might as well have been a rag doll. She carried him downstairs where Jeeves pointed out the location of the clinic. It was a slow day thankfully and they only waited a half an hour. Kendra put the bill on her credit card. She’d fret about paying it later. The diagnosis was actually an ear infection. Now she had to fill a prescription. She sighed.

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“Here are some samples if you don’t have any fever medicine,” the nurse said after the doctor left. Kendra was able to get Cliff to take some. Hopefully his fever would go down. Now she had to carry him to the pharmacy at the other end of the block. Her arms were sore by now. She wanted to make him walk, but she couldn’t do that to him. If he’d been in school, she could have dealt with all of this better. The school he went to had an infirmary so this could have waited until she was better prepared.

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While the pharmacist filled the prescription, Kendra shopped for the other things she’d need during this illness. She would have like to put Cliff down, but he’d gone back to sleep. She couldn’t chance anything happening to him. Finally, she had no choice. She couldn’t keep him in her arms and hope to get home with him. The pharmacy waiting room had chairs, so she put him down on one. He curled up and she sat next to him waiting to purchase her items.

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Finally, she was called. She paid for the prescription and other items. When she turned, Cliff was gone. “Cliff?” No answer. She whirled back to the pharmacist. “Did you see what happened? He’s gone.” “No, I wasn’t paying attention.” He looked in a big mirror that showed the whole store. “I see a man carrying him.” Kendra headed for the front door to cut off the man. He saw her and put down the boy.

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“What’s your problem?!” she said, getting up into his face. He looked at her as if he didn’t understand then ran out the front door. Maybe he was just a weirdo and had nothing to do with the reason Sacha was keeping her safe. He’d seemed confused. She picked Cliff up from the floor, then picked up her packages. The pharmacist had come out from behind the counter. Kendra dropped her purchases, but the pharmacist picked them up. “You going to be okay?” “I have no choice.”

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“No one else is here or I’d help you. I’m sorry.” Kendra nodded at him then left. Her arms hurt now. Cliff was dead weight in her arms. Finally she reached Sacha’s building. She leaned Cliff up against the counter to rest her arms before she went into the elevator. “Mr. Kozlov is here,” Jeeves said. “You want me to call him?” “No, I can make it the rest of the way. Did you tell him where I was?” “No, he didn’t ask.”

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The phone rang at the desk. “That’s him now. I’ll tell him to come down.” *** When Sacha entered the apartment and found it empty, his heart raced. He called Kendra’s phone, but heard it ring in the apartment.

Damn.

She’d

forgotten

her

phone. He searched the place then called down to the front desk. “She’s on her way up.” He waited by the elevator. Kendra looked bedraggled when the doors opened. Cliff was limp in her arms. He wanted to throw his

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arms around both of them, but that would imply an emotion he wasn’t supposed to be having. Instead, he lifted Cliff out of her arms. “Where am I going with him?” “To bed. I have to get some medicine into him before he goes back to sleep,” she said. Her hair was in disarray. “Where’s the nanny?” “I gave her the day off because I knew he was sick. I called, but you must have been away

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from your phone. You didn’t answer. He needed to see a doctor,” Kendra said. Sacha nodded, trusting her judgment, but that didn’t mean he liked it. She could have called his driver to accompany them. They could discuss this later. He put Cliff on the bed. The little boy yawned, but sat up. Guess he knew the routine. Kendra came in with a spoon and two bottles of medicine. She gave them to Cliff who then curled up under the covers. He was probably asleep before they left the room. Sacha followed Kendra to the kitchen.

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“You okay?” “No.” She stored one bottle in the refrigerator and one with his vitamins. “What happened?” “I put Cliff down to pay for the prescription. He was asleep on the chair. Some guy picked him up.” He put his arms around Kendra. “That’s terrible.” She sank into him. “I was so scared, but he didn’t make it out of the store before I

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accosted him. He just put Cliff on the floor then ran out.” “Well everything’s okay. I was worried when you didn’t answer when I called back. We need to have a contingency plan for times like these. Sometimes I can’t answer the phone.” “Sometimes kids get sick.” “I see that. What’s wrong with him?” “Ear infection,” Kendra said. She stepped away from Sacha, looked a little less weary. “How long does that take to clear?”

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“He’ll feel better in a few days. I have antibiotics for him for two weeks,” she said. “You scared me,” he said. He hadn’t meant to say it. He hadn’t meant to reveal that much to Kendra. It didn’t jive with their “no emotion” bargain they’d agreed upon. She looked up at him, her eyes getting misty. “I was scared. When I turned and saw Cliff gone I thought all sorts of awful things.” He took her in his arms again and let her cry. This was the most vulnerable he’d seen Kendra, a new side to her. “Let me go fill the bathtub and you can read or just enjoy a

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moment,” he said. “If Cliff wakes up, I’ll take care of him.” “He isn’t your responsibility.” “He is. It’s all part of keeping you safe,” he said. “Besides, Cliff and I are buddies. We’ve had some great talks in the morning before you get up.” She eyed him as if she weren’t sure if he was serious. “Uh, okay.” “You want some wine?” “It’s the middle of the day?” He shrugged. “Are you going anywhere?”

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“No, but I need to get some more names in my database,” she said. “I can do that.” She eyed him again as if he had two heads. “You’d do that?” He brushed a hair out of her face. “Sure.” He kissed her forehead then left her standing in the kitchen. He didn’t want to think about the affection that he was beginning to have for Kendra. He didn’t want to admit that he was feeling something for her, something odd and foreign to his heart. He liked Kendra. It was beyond how she was in bed.

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He liked being around her. Shaking himself, he chose not to analyze things. Best not to go there. He filled the bathtub in his bathroom with warm water and bubbles. He lit a few candles. When he turned to go Kendra was in the doorway, looking a little lost. As if no one had ever done anything like this for her. “It’s filled.” He took a towel out of his linen closet. “Here’s a towel. Take all of the time you need.”

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She stood in the doorway a moment more before she entered the bathroom. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome,” he said with a grin. He left her to take her bath in peace. He booted up her laptop in the dining room then began to type in names for her. He was just about done when she appeared in the doorway. “Done already?” “I’ve been in there for half an hour. I’m not used to just sitting around.”

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She was in sweats and she still looked sexy. How could that be? He was a goner. Good thing her stay here was only temporary. He didn’t want to get tangled up with Kendra. Not wanting a wife ever, he couldn’t imagine falling in love. What a vulnerable situation that would be, and he wasn’t that. Ever. “I have the names in. Did you check on Cliff?” “He’s sleeping. He’ll probably sleep through the afternoon and the night. He’ll wake up tomorrow very hungry.”

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“Then I’ll be sure to be up early to feed him,” Sacha said. “You don’t have to.” “I know, but I’m up anyway. I don’t need much sleep.” She yawned. “You should go take a nap. I’ll make sure Cliff is okay. Does he need medicine if he wakes up?” “Yes. Both bottles have instructions.” She yawned again. “You sure you don’t mind?”

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“Not at all. Go to sleep Kendra. I’ll wake you for dinner.” She nodded then left. When he checked on her a few minutes later she was fast asleep in her bedroom. He put the covers over her, kissed her forehead, and then left to get his own work done.

Chapter5 A few days later, with Cliff on the mend and the nanny, Cassie, back on duty, Kendra wandered around the apartment. She felt like she wanted to jump out of her skin. She was up to date on putting registrations in her database. She’d picked the shirt for the race and those were being delivered in a few days so she couldn’t do anything pertaining to the race. Running on the treadmill in the gym for the building wasn’t doing it for Kendra. She

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wanted to get outside and feel the wind on her face. She’d snapped at Cliff twice. Now he and his nanny were hiding somewhere. She felt bad. None of this was his fault. She was sure he was feeling stir crazy, though the nanny had taken him to the park a few times this week. She and Sacha had agreed that it would be safe. Sacha came out of his office as she paced the living room. “I have a surprise,” he said. “Oh?” She’d take it. Whatever it was. Their sex had been great, of course. He was an expert lover,

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but part of her wished there were some emotion attached to it. He wasn’t cold, just a little distant. She shouldn’t want that, but she did. She had to remind herself that as long as she was here that this was temporary. She’d go back to her life. He’d go back to his. “Get your running gear on. We’re going somewhere fun to run,” he said. “Yeah? Where?” “You’ll see when we get there. The driver is waiting in the garage downstairs.”

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She hurried to change into shorts and a tank top. She laced up her running shoes, then met Sacha at the front door. “I told Cliff that we were going out.” “Thank you. I really need this, Sacha.” “I know.” They rode down in the elevator and Kendra thought she was like a kid the day before Christmas. She couldn’t wait to find out where they were going to run. The car was indeed in the garage and she climbed in.

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The driver greeted her. She said hello back. Sacha climbed in, but he must have given the driver instructions prior to arriving since he didn’t say anything to the man. They drove out of the city. Kendra didn’t often get out of Manhattan. She didn’t have any reason. She didn’t have any friends outside the city. She could almost feel herself breathe better. The limousine pulled up at a beach. It wasn’t high beach season yet so there were only a few people on it. A few chairs dotted the landscape. “We’re running here?”

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“Yes. I figured we’d be safe out of Manhattan,” Sacha said. The driver pulled away. Kendra stretched then she and Sacha started off at a slow pace. They ran on a boardwalk at the entrance to the beaches. She loved how the air smelled of the salt from the sea. Her spirit lifted and she ran a little faster. “Race you?” Sacha said. “Okay.” “To the next gazebo.” “Go.”

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She took off at a good sprint. He didn’t catch up right away. He must have been surprised by what she’d done. She could be pretty competitive, so when she heard his footsteps behind her she sped up. He caught up and passed her, running backwards when he got in front of her. “Slow poke.” He turned then ran faster. There was no way she was catching up, but she was enjoying what her body could do. Sacha lounged in the gazebo when she got there. She was out of breath, but she laughed. “That was good.”

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She plopped next to him on the bench. He rubbed her neck, a very affectionate gesture for a man who had been avoiding her for a few days. Guess she’d been pretty cranky. “You in a better mood?” “I am.” She smiled. He’d known what she’d needed. He knew that in bed. He always seemed to realize when she needed it fast or slow. He was intuitive that way. How had no woman caught him yet? He’d make a great husband. Just not for her. No husband in her future.

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“The day is perfect,” Sacha said. “I wish we’d brought a change of clothes. We could have gone for a meal or something.” “Mm. That would be good, but we didn’t.” “Nope.” He eyed her for a moment and she felt naked. He could do that to her with just his gaze. “Next time. I promise,” he said. “Sounds good.” “You need more running?” he asked.

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“No, but I’m not ready to go back to the penthouse,” she said. “We have to walk back anyway.” “You mean your driving doesn’t have a GPS tracker for you so he knows exactly where to pick you up?” Sacha laughed. “He might like that, but no he doesn’t have one. We need to meet him where he dropped us off.” They walked back, and Kendra could not have been happier. She’d gotten to be outside. She’d gotten a good run in. Endorphins were pumping through her. She could almost

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believe she was in love or something when she felt like this. She truly appreciated that Sacha had brought her here. “Thank you for getting me outside. I’ve missed running outside. I did it most days before this all happened.” “We’ll do it again. I promise.” He looked at her and she wondered what exactly she was seeing in his eyes. She hadn’t seen it before. Was that an emotion? Affection. He looked to be wrestling with something, then he looked away.

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The driver was waiting for them at the right spot. “You communicate telepathically?” “No, I told him a specific time to be back.” “Okay. That makes more sense.” They climbed into the car. She put a hand on Sacha’s. “Again. Thanks. I really needed that.” *** Sacha’s phone rang while he was in the shower. Kendra had opted to use her own bathroom. He would have liked to have her

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in here with him, but he doubted much cleaning would get done. No, they’d have shower sex. Not that he’d complain. He liked shower sex. Drying off, he looked at his phone. He missed a call from his private investigator. Damn. He’d hoped for some news. Seeing Cliff everyday just reminded Sacha what a mistake he’d made giving up his child. The boy should be with him, though at this point he couldn’t imagine upsetting his child’s life. If he were in a good home, he’d leave him there. He just wanted to be able to see his

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son. He wanted to watch his son grow up. Having never told his family about his offspring, he didn’t know if he would now. This was assuming that the boy would be found. Sacha dressed in jeans and shirt before he called the private investigator back. He sat on his bed and dialed the number. “Larken Associates.” “Tim, it’s Sacha.” “Sacha. I have some news. I might have tracked down the birth mother.”

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Jessica. That name evoked so many different emotions in him. He’d loved her, with all of his heart. Then she’d slept with his best friend. He’d found them in his bed; years later that still hurt. He’d vowed never to fall in love, never to let emotion get in his way. He’d kept that promise all these years. That’s why he’d signed the agreement with Kendra so readily. It didn’t involve emotion. “Where is she?” He didn’t really want to see Jessica, but he might have to. She’d taken care of the adoption after paternity has been proved. Sacha

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had not gone to see her or his child after the birth. How could he could be? He’d been in too much pain from her betrayal. Now he wished he had at least gone to see his son, but that was water under the bridge. He couldn’t change that. But he could find the boy and, if necessary, give him a better life. If not, he could just be part of his life. “She’d in upstate New York, if you can believe that.” “Is she married?” “Yes.” “Her new name?”

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“Jessica Peterson. She’s married to—“ “Jake Peterson.” “How did you know?” Because that’s who she had cheated on him with. They’d broken up at one point, but Sacha guessed that hadn’t lasted. Would he have to face Jake also? Maybe all of this could be taken care of over the phone. He hoped. He didn’t want to see Jessica. “You have a phone number?”

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Tim gave it to him. “I’ll send you an e-mail with all of the information in it. I can contact her if you want.” “No I’d better handle this part. If I can get the name of the adoption agency out of her, I’ll pass that on. Then you can take over the investigation again.” Sacha walked into the kitchen. His stomach was rumbling. “Okay, Sacha. I’ll be waiting to hear from you.” “I’ll probably call her today. Might as well get it over with.”

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“Right.” They disconnected. Kendra was in the kitchen. Making fried chicken. “Where did you get the fryer?” “You had it in your cabinet.” “Oh, maybe an old girlfriend had left it,” he said. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “I hope you don’t mind I use it. I had a hankering.” Cliff appeared. “You making fried chicken?” “I am, little one.”

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Cassie the nanny appeared with bags in her hand. “I’m done for today. He’s a smart boy.” “Thank you, Cassie,” Kendra said. She left. Sacha leaned on the doorframe to the kitchen, watching Kendra move about his favorite room in the house. No, the bedroom wasn’t his favorite room. He really liked his kitchen. Having Kendra moving around it as if she owned it made him feel something. He didn’t want to feel anything. He frowned. Between the call and Kendra cooking, he was a bundle of emotions. “Call me when it’s ready.”

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He must have said it with a sharper voice than intended because both Kendra and Cliff gave him an odd look. “Okay.” He escaped to his office. He didn’t have work to do. He could pay some bills, but that was it. Instead he looked at some cat videos on YouTube. What a way to pass the time. “Sacha?” Kendra was in the doorway. She hadn’t sent Cliff? He never would snap at the little boy. “Dinner?”

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“It’s ready, but I wanted to see if everything was okay. You were a little short with us.” Of course Kendra would call him on it. She was sure of herself and her place in the world. Most of his girlfriends would have come in here and given him a blowjob by way of apology. Not Kendra. She knew she hadn’t done anything wrong. “Just a phone call that means I have to face something from my past.” “I see. Never a good thing.” “Right.”

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She waited. “You in a better mood or do you want dinner in here?” “In other words, lose the attitude or don’t eat with us?” She laughed. “Something like that.” “I’ll be out in a moment.” She left and he dialed the number his investigator sent him. No one answered, but he knew that Jessica wouldn’t call back so he didn’t leave a message. Instead he went to have dinner with what passed as a family today.

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He and Kendra were not in love. Nor was Cliff their child. No, this was an oddblended, twenty-first century family. He would take it and briefly wondered if he’d miss them when they were gone. He shook his head. Might be nice to have his place back to himself; no one to hog the covers, no one to eat his food or get Cheetos dust on his carpeting. Sure, he’d miss them. A little. * That Monday started for Kendra like a whirlwind. After a calm weekend, even with Sacha

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being in a bad mood, she wasn’t ready for this. With Cliff feeling better, he was running around the place. She’d had to stop him several times. She’d suggest that the nanny take him to the park today. Her phone rang. Crap. She was holding onto Cliff’s arm. “Stop running. We have people below us.” Sacha was in the shower so he hadn’t heard it, but he wouldn’t be happy. Cliff was particularly rambunctious this morning. He looked up at her with sad eyes as if he couldn’t help his behavior.

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She answered her phone, then let him go. “Hello?” “It’s Cassie.” She sounded like death. “Cassie? You okay?” “I’m pretty sick today. I won’t be in.” Kendra sighed. Guess this bundle of fiveyear-old energy would be her responsibility today. She couldn’t take him to the park, but he needed to run around. Damn. She couldn’t ask Sacha. He was going to work. “Okay, Cassie. Feel better.”

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She disconnected as Cliff walked past her. What had Sacha given him for breakfast? Sugar? She didn’t think so, but the boy had extra energy today. She wanted to put him on the treadmill in the gym to get out some of that energy. He was going to be a handful today. Sacha walked by, dressed for work. “You look harried already.” “Cliff has a lot of energy today and the nanny has called in sick.” “Wow. I don’t envy you today.”

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Her phone rang again. “Hello?” “Is this Kendra Elliott? This is Whispering Pines.” Where her mother was. Sacha was by the front door, but she couldn’t let him leave. She grabbed his arm as he put his hand on the knob. “This is Kendra.” “Your mother had a very bad night last night. She’s very agitated. Did you have any way that you would calm her down?” “Play music. She likes jazz.”

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“Okay we’ll try that. If we can’t get her calmed down would it be possible for you to come visit?” She bit her lip. She’d love to come visit. “Hold on.” She took the phone away from her face. “It’s Whispering Pines. They can’t calm down my mother. Is there any way I can visit?” “I can have my driver come back and take you up there.” “What do I do with Cliff?” Sacha frowned. “I’ll stay home and take care of him then.”

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“You okay with that?” He put a hand on Kendra’s arm. “Yes. It’s fine. I’ll see if I can get work done. If not, he and I will have a guy’s day.” “Thank you, Sacha.” “Not a problem.” He strode back to his bedroom. Kendra put the phone back to her ear. “I can be there in an hour.” “We’ll try our best in the meantime.” Kendra told Cliff where she was going. Sacha had already told his driver his destination for

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the day. Kendra was in the back seat winging her way out of the city a mere half an hour later. She arrive at Whispering Pines an hour after that. There’d been no calls in between, so she guessed they were doing okay with calming her mother down. The woman at the front desk directed her to where her mother was. Someone had wheeled her out to the garden. She seemed to be okay. Kendra looked around for an aid or someone to tell her what was going on. Her mother didn’t look at her, but Kendra was used to that. She hadn’t been recognized in months.

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Broke her heart, but then she just got used to it. A large woman in white came up to Kendra. “Hi, I’m Louise. I take care of Jamaica.” “Nice to meet you. They called me and told me she was especially agitated today. “She was, but it wasn’t that big a deal. I think she’s not feeling well. I’m guessing it might be a virus of some kind. Easy to catch in a place like this,” Louise said. “I’ll keep an eye on her.” “Is she taking any medications?”

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“No. She’s past that point.” “Is she eating?” “Not as much as we’d like, but we’ve been supplementing with milkshakes.” “She doesn’t look like she’s lost any weight.” “As far as I know, she hasn’t. I’ve been keeping an eye on that,” Louise said. “I really appreciate all of your efforts. I can’t visit as much as I’d like. Long story, but I’m glad to hear she is in good hands,” Kendra said.

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Of course she would be. Sacha would only pick the best. “I only hope that I’ll be able to afford this place when my benefactor stops paying.” Louise shrugged. “We have some charity cases here, but not many.” “I’ll have to see what the cost is. She probably looks better than she has in years.” Which made Kendra feel guilty. She probably should have put her mother in a facility a few months ago. She’d been selfish and feeling guilty. She’d never wanted to institutionalize

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her mother, but it had turned out to be the best think for her. “Thank you for taking good care of her,” Kendra said. “She’s really a joy. I love the stories she tells. She has quite the imagination.” “My mother used to make up bedtime stories for me. I don’t have that creative a mind to do that.” “What a lovely memory of her.” Kendra tried to engage her mother, but she wasn’t talking today. So she kissed her

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goodbye then went to talk to the financial department. She wanted to know what this place cost. She didn’t want to have to move her mother. “It’s paid?” she said. The woman behind the desk clicked some keys. “Yes, we have an automatic payment for the rest of her life.” Kendra

gasped.

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time

Sacha

did

something, he made it hard for her not to love him. But she couldn’t. They’d agreed that what they had would be no strings attached. No emotion, but he was a much nicer

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guy than she’d originally imagined. She thought about him the whole way home. She wondered what he was doing with Cliff today. She received a text as if he knew she’d been thinking about him. “Going to ball game. Take your time coming home.” How were they getting there? She tried to imagine Sacha on public transportation. That seemed funny. She had a thought. If her mother was okay and Cliff was busy with Sacha maybe she could do something for herself.

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She’d found out that the driver’s name was Kent. They weren’t back in the city and she couldn’t imagine that she’d be in any danger out in the suburbs so she asked Kent to find her a nail salon. Today she’d do a very rare pampering. Toe nails. Fingernails. Who knew what else? She might run up her credit card, but she’d worry about that later. She texted Sacha back. “Taking a little time for myself. See you at home.” “Good.” ***

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Sacha tucked his phone away. He and Cliff had great seats for the Yankees’ game. The little boy currently had cotton candy in his hand. On his hand. On his shirt. In his hair. He also had a huge grin on his face. Which made Sacha grin back at him. “You okay, buddy?” “I’m great Mr. Kozlov.” “Good.” The Yankees were ahead. Not that Sacha followed baseball, but he’d called a friend for help and that friend had tickets for this afternoon’s game. They’d get to leave at a decent

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hour and not keep the kid up too late. He’d never realized that such a small child could eat so much. Sacha didn’t remember being five years old, but he can’t imagine he ate this much. He’d never seen the boy so happy. He liked Cliff. A lot. Made him miss his child that he never knew. He hadn’t been able to get ahold of Jessica yet. Must be on vacation. He hoped soon. He didn’t like loose ends. “I have to go to the bathroom,” Cliff said.

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Five-year-olds had big stomachs, but small bladders. They’d been to the snack bar as many times as they’d been to the bathroom. “Okay sport. Let’s go.” Thankfully their seats were at the end of the row. They didn’t have to bother anyone on their trips away from the seats. Cliff used the bathroom, but Sacha helped him wash his hands. He was extra sticky from the cotton candy. “Can I have popcorn?”

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“How about we slow down on the food? If I bring you back to your sister sick, she’ll have my head.” “You afraid of Kendra?” “When it comes to you? Yes.” The game finished. Sacha had already broken down and bought him the popcorn. He ate most of it. Sacha munched on the rest as his backup driver drove them home. Not really Cliff’s home, but Sacha was getting used to them being around. Cliff was curled on the seat next to him, asleep. Guess it had been a big day for him. He hoped Kendra

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was enjoying herself. She deserved it. She hadn’t said anything about her mom so he assumed that she was okay also. Cliff groaned, then sat up. “My stomach hurts.” Oh crap. He’d fed the kid too much junk. “Are you going to throw up?” “I don’t think so.” The boy looked green. Thankfully they were within a block of the building. “Can you walk?” “Yeah.”

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This way if he threw up, it would be on the sidewalk and not in the car. They climbed out of the vehicle in the middle of the block. Cliff held Sacha’s hand as they walked. “Thanks for taking me to the game, Mr. Kozlov.” “You’re welcome Cliff.” “Could we bring Kendra next time?” “We’ll see.” They turned into his building. Cliff stopped all of a sudden. Then he vomited on the sidewalk.

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“I’ll clean that up,” Hector, the night doorman said. “I have stuff for it.” There wasn’t a bathroom in the lobby so Sacha hoped the boy made it to his place. The boy was breathing heavily like he was going to let loose again. He held out until they made it into Sacha’s penthouse. Then Cliff threw up by the front door. At least it wasn’t on the carpeting. Kendra appeared out of nowhere, scooping up Cliff and getting him to the closest bathroom. Sacha felt bad for the kid. He should have used more

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restraint with the boy, but he’d been having so much fun. Sacha stood in the doorway as Cliff retched into the toilet. “I’m sorry,” Sacha said to Kendra. “It’s okay, sweetie.” Sweetie? Was she talking to him? She wiped Cliff’s face with a washcloth, then sat him on the floor. He didn’t look so green, just ashen. “Is he going to be okay?” Sacha asked. “Yes. He’ll be fine. No permanent damage.” She finally looked at Sacha.

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“I’m sorry Kendra. I got carried away.” She waved a hand. “No worries.” She wasn’t mad. Good. “You ready for bed?” Cliff nodded. They tucked him into his bed and he fell asleep. Kendra closed the door behind him. “I really am sorry.” Kendra smiled up at him. “It’s okay, Sacha. You didn’t do anything on purpose. I know how Cliff can get and he gives you those puppy dog eyes.”

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“You aren’t mad?” “No. He’ll be fine in the morning. I’m glad he got to go to a game.” They stood there staring at each other. He wanted to say something. Wanted to tell her that he had feelings for her. Feelings he could not identify. “Sacha?” “Yes.” “I know we have an agreement and all.” “Nicely drafted by you.”

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She was close to him. Her lips hovered near his. He could taste her almost. “Yes, but I think I’m falling in love with you.”

Chapter6 What the hell had she been thinking? Why had she told Sacha that she was falling in love with him? He stared at her as if she’d just cursed him out. “I take that back,” she said. He stepped away from her. “What the hell was that?” His eyes were sharp. He was clearly angry, his fists bunched up at his sides. “I got caught up in a moment. I’m sorry.”

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He spun away from her. “This isn’t about love, Kendra.” She stared at his back. If she could go back in time and never say those words, she would. She sacrificed almost anything to have not said those words. What was she thinking? This wasn’t about love. They were both adults and knew that. They were from two different worlds. “I don’t love you, Sacha. I don’t even want to love you. It was wrong of me to say it. I’m sorry.”

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Would he let it go? She’d seen the fear in his eyes. He’d looked like an animal caught in the middle of the road in the headlights of an oncoming car. She’d suspected that he didn’t often get mad or often lose his composure. Today she’d made him do that. Damn. How was she going to fix this? “I’ll move out.” He put up a hand. “That isn’t the answer.” “Then I’ll move back to the other bedroom,” she said. “That would be best for tonight.” He strode to the door. “I’m going out.”

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Kendra stood there, wondering what the hell she was going to do. She couldn’t stay here, but she’d be dead meat if she were anywhere else. She had to stay for Cliff’s sake. She took a shower in the bathroom off of her bedroom, and then slid into the bed. It was cold and empty and she had no idea how she was going to make this right. Damn. She was a lawyer. She should know the power of words. She called Tembi. Sacha had said not to, but she needed to talk to someone. “Hey, Kendra. I thought you weren’t allowed to call me.”

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“I had to talk to someone.” “Is your mom okay?” “Yes, in fact she seems to be thriving in her new environment.” “What’s on your mind?” Tembi asked. How did she explain it all? Would it make sense to her friend? So she began at the beginning and told Tembi all of it: the crimes, being in danger and her contract with Sacha. Tembi let out a low whistle. “You go big or go home, Kendra.”

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“Yeah, I know. I should be better at this stuff but I’m not truly a trial lawyer. I’m better at the written word.” “He left?” “Yes, he’s been gone an hour.” “I’d sleep on it then set it to right in the morning. You’re both going to be tired and not at your best. You can reset it all in the morning.” Her advice sounded spot on, but part of Kendra just wanted to solve the problem. Get them back on an even keel. “You’re probably right.”

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“I’m right, honey. I know men. Lord knows I’ve had few of them in my life.” Kendra laughed. Tembi told stories of a man in every airport. Not literally in the airport, but in almost every city she flew to. That would be too complicated for Kendra. She couldn’t seem to keep things right with one man. And that didn’t involve love. Only sex and it was already complicated. Her life had never been simple, but this was beyond crazy. She was on the run and in need of protection and the man who was willing to it wanted a simple physical relationship.

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“I don’t know why I said it.” “You must have felt something akin to love. You were probably just grateful to him. You see him as a hero in some ways.” “That’s not like me.” “It’s also not usual circumstance for you to have help with Cliff or in any aspect of your life. That’s all that happened. You’ve been alone and independent for so long that you appreciate whatever he is doing for you.” That sounded right. “Should I tell him that?”

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“Yes. Maybe he needs to know a little more of your history to understand where you are coming from. He’s rich. They forget what the common people have to deal with.” Kendra laughed. “You’re far from common.” “But you aren’t. You’ve had a rough life and this man is now helping you and you appreciate it. That’s all that you wanted to tell him. You just said it wrong.” That made sense. “Thanks, Tembi. I’m so glad I called you.” “How’s that little boy?”

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“Cliff is wonderful. He and Sacha have bonded which scares me a little. It’s going to be traumatic when we leave here.” “Maybe Sacha will want to stay in Cliff’s life. If he liked the kid that much, who knows?” Kendra thought that Cliff would like that. “We’ll see. I have to get past this hurdle first. We’ll talk about the future when I know I have one again.” “Keep your head up, girl. You’ll get past this too.” “Thanks Tembi.”

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Kendra hung up. She put the phone down on the nightstand. She thought she heard Sacha back in the apartment, but chose to follow Tembi’s advice and talk to him in the morning. She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, not being able to focus on reading. Her heart beat wildly in her chest and she hoped that she hadn’t messed this up beyond belief. What would she do if she and Cliff had to leave here? She had no resources to protect them.

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Before she could turn off the light and try to sleep, she heard a soft knocking on the door. Thinking it was Cliff, she said, “Come in.” Instead of a little boy, Sacha looked into the room. “Can I come in?” It was his house. “Of course.” *** Kendra looked ragged. Her eyes were red as if she’d been crying. She was on the bed, under the covers, looking rumpled and sexy too. Down boy.

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She sat up when he came in. “Hi.” He sat on the edge of the bed. “I may have overreacted.” “No, you didn’t Sacha. We made a deal and I still don’t know why I said it. I’m not interested in loving anyone. I’m not interested in being in love. I just, uh, I don’t know.” He smiled. “It’s okay. I believe you, but I think maybe we need to put a clause in our agreement about emotions. I wouldn’t want either of us to get tangled up in them and ruin a good thing.” She nodded. “I agree.”

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“I also want to put this out there for discussion,” he said. He was a little unsure and that wasn’t like him. “Go ahead.” “Whenever this whole thing blows over and you can get back to your life, I’d like to keep our arrangement going. I recognize this is for purely selfish reasons.” “Oh?” “I have a few social engagements coming up and if I arrive with a date I won’t get

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harassed by my family about not having a woman. Since my brother Viktor has gotten married and they are expecting, my mother has turned her matchmaking skills to me. I have no desire to get married.” “So I’ll take the stress off of you and we can have a great time in bed.” “Right.” “Okay. I’m in.” He cocked an eyebrow at her. “You said that readily.”

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“I’m having the best sex I’ve had, maybe ever and there are no strings. I can tell you anything because there’s no emotion involved. I’m sure there will be things I need a date for so you can return the favor.” He smiled. “Yes, I can and I will. This needs to be mutually beneficial to both of us.” She nodded. “Right.” “Are we good Kendra? Is this behind us?” “Yes.” He studied her for a minute, but her gaze didn’t waver. He wanted her back in his bed.

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Tonight. “Can we worry about the paperwork in the morning? It’s late.” “Yes.” She smiled as if relieved. He took ahold of her hand. “Then let’s go back to my room.” He led her back to his bedroom. He took her in his arms. He whispered dirty things to her as he undressed her. She was naked in front of him, aroused, he was pretty sure. He wasn’t far behind. He knelt and took her breasts one by one into his mouth. She arched into him, digging her fingers into his hair. Her moan spurred

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him on. She tasted of peaches and a promise of dirty things to come. He nudged her onto the bed, her legs over the edge. He settled himself between those legs, her pussy in full view. She’d trimmed a little. Just enough. He licked. She groaned, her body jolting at his touch. He used his thumbs to separate her fold then licked and sucked until her body squirmed. Then she let out a mewling sound then her body went stiff. Her fingers fisted into the covers. “Aaaah.”

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He leaned back on his haunches proud of his job. If he could have high-fived someone he would have. That never got old. Sex was better for him if his partner was enjoying it. He rolled a condom onto himself as the spasms subsided on Kendra. He then rested her legs onto his chest, her feet either side of his head. The bed was just the right height to do this. He’d put the bed on a platform just to be able to do this. He entered her. She gasped. He could get in deeper at this angle and hit all of the right spots.

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He began rhythm and her body reacted instantly. Her moans made it difficult to keep control of himself. He must want to pound into her harder. And then he knew she was gone. Her vagina clenched around him and he went over the edge with her. Damn. He couldn’t see and he wasn’t sure if he was still moving. And then he was done. His breath came out in pants and he didn’t think he could stand any longer. He got rid of the condom then lay next to her. She opened her eyes slightly.

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“You may kill me,” she said. “That last orgasm just kept going.” He smiled, and then kissed her nose. “My pleasure.” She snugged up against him. “Let’s get under the covers before we fall asleep.” Under the covers, she laid her head on his chest. He played with her hair. Her breathing became steady and he knew she was asleep. He liked the feeling of her next to him. This arrangement was going to be amazing. He had no idea what would cause it to end, unless one of them did bring emotion into it.

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Sacha doubted that he would be the one. Love was for others, for Viktor his brother. Sacha preferred to be alone and now with Kendra here he didn’t have to go trawling in the bars for a one night stand. Everything was clear between them and he could help her in the meantime. What a relief not to have to go to a bar or lie to his mother about bringing someone to a function or a family dinner. Would Kendra be willing to do that? Keep up the charade in front of others.

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He also had to tell her that he’d proved that the building he owned was not historical, but he’d chosen to keep the outside the same and rework the inside. That was a conversation for another day. He settled further into the pillow. Kendra stirred, but didn’t wake up. At least Cliff hadn’t asked about them. The little boy seemed to take it all in stride. He was a good kid and Sacha wanted to stay in touch with him when this was all over. He could probably use a male role model. That settled, Sacha feel asleep. *

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Kendra woke alone again but knew that Sacha wasn’t far. He usually made breakfast for Cliff and let her sleep. She thought about last night and their revised agreement. The day was looking brighter, as was her future. Even if it was only pretend, she could tell people who asked that she had a boyfriend. She wandered out after her shower and sure enough Sacha was with Cliff. But they weren’t in the kitchen. No, there were dirty dishes in there. Instead, Cliff and Sacha were in the living room in front of the television, playing a video game.

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Kendra hadn’t realized Sacha had a gaming system. She began to do the dishes. “Hey, Kendra. Look what Mr. Kozlov brought home,” Cliff said. She walked into the living room. The game itself looked innocuous but why did a fiveyear-old need to play video games? “Good morning,” Sacha said. “What are you guys doing?” Sacha was still in his pajamas. She’d never seen him leave his bedroom like that.

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“We’re playing Alphabet Warriors,” Cliff said. His smile was huge. “Okay.” “I brought home a game system last night. I figured Cliff and I could play it once in a while,” He looked at her as if he were asking permission. Kind of cute to see a captain of industry, a man who made a lot of money, looking at her to see if she was okay with it. She appreciated the illusion of a boundary with Cliff. “Okay.”

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“Sit,” Sacha said. “You can play the winner. The kid’s pretty good.” Kendra sat on the edge of the couch. “Nice.” Sacha lost. “Put it on single player. I need to show Kendra something.” “I think we need to put a time limit on game play,” Kendra said. “Aw, Kendra,” Cliff said. “Hey, what Kendra says, goes.” He pulled his phone out of his pajama pockets, which made her wonder where he got the pajamas from. She’d never seen him wear any.

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“We need a timer,” Kendra said. “I’ll use my phone for now,” Sacha said. “Half an hour okay?” Kendra nodded. He punched in the timer on his phone. “No argument, buddy. When that goes off, you’re done.” “Okay, Mr. Kozlov.” Cliff went back to his game. Sacha bounced off the couch. “I have something I want to show you.” She followed him to the dining room. Architect plans were laid out on the flat surface.

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“What’s this?” “I decided to keep the façade of the building I own. It fits into the neighborhood well.” She looked at him then at the plans. “The building isn’t historical. You can do what you want.” “I know, but this way the neighborhood will look better. The sleek building I wanted to build wouldn’t work.” She eyed the plans, liking them a lot. “Why?”

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Sacha shrugged. “Seemed a better, long-term business plan. This way my neighbors won’t hate me either. Less messy, too, maybe.” She laughed. “I doubt it will be less messy by much, but these plans are great. Are you getting excited?” “I am. I can start sooner on the renovation. I have the permit applications in so hopefully those will come through soon.” She smiled at him. He was a sweet guy. That’s why she could trust him with her body. This arrangement was going to work out great for them.

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“What’s on your agenda today?” Sacha said. “Can you go to my mailbox and empty it? Then I can concentrate on paperwork today when the nanny comes.” “Sounds good. Then I need to head into the office for a few hours. I have a few changes for the architect to make. I’m having lunch with my brother then I should be home before dinner.” “You don’t have to tell me your whole day. I don’t need to know.” “I figure my comings and goings affect you so my schedule is an open book,” Sacha said.

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Very considerate. “Thank you. I do appreciate it all that you’re doing for Cliff and me,” Kendra said. She really didn’t know what would happen to them if Sacha hadn’t been there and if he wasn’t such a generous man. They’d be in trouble. Or dead. Who would take care of her mother? Kendra shuddered at the thoughts in her head. “Take a closer look at these plans. What do you think of them?” Sacha said. “What do I think of them? You’re asking the wrong person. I don’t go to clubs.”

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“Still. I’d like another set of eyes on them before I give any changes to the architect,” Sacha said. He tapped the blueprints. It took a moment of her to orient herself. “So there’s the front door. This is the first floor, I guess.” “Yes. This is the actual nightclub part. Upstairs will be offices. And my apartment.” He pointed to an elevator shaft. “This is a separate entrance for the offices.” He slid his finger over to another spot marked elevator. “This is my elevator up to my apartment. There are stairs also in case of a fire.”

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“Are you looking for flow?” “What do you mean?” “Well, the bar is up front. Don’t you want people to have to walk through the whole club to get to the bar? That way the patrons get to see the whole place. Kind of like supermarkets have the milk at the furthest point in the store.” Sacha rubbed his chin. Was he actually thinking over her idea? “How about halfway back. I don’t want anyone to have to walk through the dance floor.”

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“Okay.” She pointed to a spot in the middle of the room. “A rectangular bar here. Then no one has to navigate the dance floor to get to the bathroom. Or the crowd overflow from the bar.” Sacha hummed for a moment. “Yes, I like it. Wonder why the architect didn’t think of that.” “Maybe

he

was

going

for

form

over

function.” *** Sacha came home from a long day. He’d met with the architect and the man was not

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happy about the changes that Kendra had suggested. The man clearly didn’t like his work questioned. Sacha had to fire him from the project, which meant he had to spend the afternoon searching for a new one. Viktor, his brother, had given him a few suggestions. Finally, one had been available. A younger man who was hungry for business. Sacha wasn’t averse to helping someone out in the business that was new. In fact he liked them better because they were more willing to hustle for business.

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He had new plans for the first floor that he wanted to show Kendra. He liked that she hadn’t been shy on giving him her opinion. The architect had incorporated her design changes. He’d give Sacha the rest of the building designs in a week or so but that would be fine. Sacha would have to resubmit the permit applications. He would still be closer to completion than if he had to tear down the building. Kendra’s group had done him a favor by blocking the demolition. Sacha entered his apartment and knew instantly Cliff was asleep. The place had a lot

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more noise when the boy was awake. Sacha didn’t mind, nor did he mind when the boy went to bed. Sacha hadn’t realized how late it was. He found Kendra elbow deep in paperwork for her race. “I’m sorry.” She looked up at him. “For what?” “For not being here when I said I would be.” “It’s okay. The nanny gave Cliff dinner then put him to bed. She just left a half an hour ago. I’ve been working on these registrations since not long after you left.”

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“You hungry?” “Yes, I was just thinking about getting up to find some leftovers.” He took off his tie. “No need. I’ll cook.” “I’m sorry. You’ve worked all day,” she said. He shook his head. “No, it’s fine. I find it relaxing.” “Okay.” She went back to her paperwork. He changed into jeans and a shirt then padded barefoot out to the kitchen. He perused the refrigerator and decided on a course of action. But

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first, he wanted wine. He had a nice Malbec on hand so he opened that and took a glass of it to Kendra. She looked ragged. She smiled when he set it in front of her. “Maybe you should quit for tonight,” he said. She looked around. “I guess I could. I might not be so productive anymore.” “Come join me in the kitchen.” Sacha led her back to the kitchen where he began to chop items for a ragout. “You’re very patient,” Kendra said. “What do you mean?”

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“I’ve invaded your home with a child. I’ve taken over your dining room table.” “Kendra, Cliff is fine. I like kids.” Should he tell her about his own? What would it matter? “Years ago, I was in a relationship with a woman. We weren’t in love, in lust most likely. We had a child that she gave up for adoption. I was young and insecure and stupid. I’m looking for him now. Having Cliff here reminded me why I’m looking for him.” “I can’t ever see you as insecure.”

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He laughed. “That’s what you got out of what I said? You aren’t shocked that I had a child?” She shrugged. “My mother had a baby with a man she can’t remember.” “You have any idea who Cliff’s father is?” “No, it was a one night stand and I doubt he even stayed that long.” He could hear the bitterness in her voice. How could a man take advantage of a woman? He never understood that. He wanted his partners to be his equal.

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“She wasn’t lucid enough to remember at that point?” “She had her moments, but I think she chose to forget him. I think it was as mutual as it could have been in her condition. Might have been the mailman or the UPS guy,” Kendra said. “She couldn’t give me enough information to begin looking and at the time I just had to get her through the pregnancy. That’s where all of my energy went.” “Understandable.” What a nightmare for her but, from what he could see, she didn’t hold any resentment

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toward her mother or Cliff. What a brave soul. He had to admire her. A half an hour later, he served up dinner with a flourish. “Looks, great. Thanks.” She ate with gusto and that was enough thanks for Sacha. “I could help with whatever you’re doing in there.” She waved a hand. “It can wait until tomorrow. I’m tired.” “Okay, but I don’t mind.” She yawned. “No, I want to be fresher.”

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He cleared away her plate. “I’ll do dishes,” she said. “I’m thinking about hiring a maid. I’m not usually here this much and I don’t think you should have to clean,” Sacha said. “I don’t mind.” “I do. You still work even if you don’t go there. Since you can’t go there.” “The dishes still need to be done tonight. I don’t like to go to bed with them dirty.” “Okay, but I made a fine mess and I’m going to help you clean it up.” She looked around

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the kitchen. He knew what she saw and the weariness in her eyes spoke to him. “You do the dishes. I’ll do the rest.” “Deal.” She filled the sink with water. He wasn’t going to ask for sex tonight. She looked far too tired. He’d bet this whole situation was wearing on her. He’d give her the night off. Might result in a cold shower for him, but he’d live. Finally the kitchen was cleaned. Kendra wiped her hands on a towel. “Good night Kendra.”

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She gave him an odd look. “Good night, Sacha.” He left her standing there a puzzled look on her face.

Chapter7 The deadline for registering for the race that would benefit several Alzheimer’s organizations had passed and now it was time to get to some real work. This meant planning the rest of the event down to who would play the music. Kendra’s staff of volunteers had been working on it in her absence, but some contracts had to be signed and she was the only one who could do that. Besides, she wanted to touch base with her people and give them a pep talk.

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She approached Sacha one morning before he went to work. They’d been getting along well, but she really had to go meet with her staff. There was no way around it. They were flagging and she had to get the motivated again. She couldn’t do that remotely. “Hey,” Sacha said. He stood in the hallway, looking in the mirror and tying his tie. It was striped with the colors blue and green. It brought out his eyes. “Hi, I need a favor. Well, I need you to help me with logistics.”

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He finished up his tied then turned to her. He always gave her his full attention. They were only bedmates. She wondered what he’d be like if they were in love. “Go ahead.” Cliff was singing to the nanny in another room. Sacha smiled and she assumed that her brother amused him. “I need to have meeting with my staff. I don’t want to have it here, but I need to see them in person. So how do I go about doing that and still be safe?”

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She watched him swallow. He had a sexy throat, long and lean and tanned. How did it get so tanned when he worked all of the time? “I can get you a bodyguard. Might take me a few days. Or I can see if I can borrow one of Viktor’s bouncers.” “He has bouncers?” “His is a private club. He wants to make sure his clientele feels safe. I’ll have some also to discourage the underage crowd. I don’t need that kind of trouble,” Sacha said. “How soon do you want to have this meeting?”

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“I’d hoped for today.” Sacha frowned. He pulled out his phone. “Let me look at my schedule.” “You don’t need to be there.” He waved at her dismissively. “I can’t be there today. Let me call Viktor. Hopefully he’s up. Can you put it off until this afternoon?” Kendra’s heart leapt. She was going to get to go out and see her staff. It would be nice to be around people. An extrovert at heart, she was missing being around co-workers. “Yes.

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I’ll let them know that we have a potential meeting this afternoon. Thank you Sacha.” “No problem.” He smiled down at her. “You’re easy to please.” His eyes darkened and she was sure he was thinking about their time in bed. Was she easy to please or was he just that good? She blinked then looked away, feeling naked under his gaze. “Okay let me know what time. I need to have my staff gather.” “Are they the same people who work at your non-profit?”

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“Not all of them, but the non-profit allows me meet in their board room.” “Will the board room fit your staff?” “It’s tight.” “How long to you need it for?” “A couple of hours. If we start right after lunch, then we can be done before dinner.” Sacha pressed some buttons on his phone. “Alia? Why are you answering Viktor’s phone?” Kendra could hear her voice, but couldn’t understand what she said.

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“I need to use the nightclub both for its space and its security. You want to talk to Viktor first?” Sacha smiled. “Make a command decision? Okay. It’s on you if he’s unhappy. The people will be there at one.” He hung up. “You have a place for us?” “Viktor’s night club is not being used during the day. Might as well take advantage of it. Alia is going to make sure some of the bouncers are there. I’m sure that you will be safe.” Kendra couldn’t help smiling. “Thank you, Sacha. You make things look easy.”

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He shrugged. “Everything’s easy when you have resources.” Kendra didn’t have them. She knew how difficult life could be. Sacha had such a big hear that she didn’t understand why he wasn’t willing to give it to someone. Not that she wanted it, but she’d at least take care of it. “Tell your staff to be there at one.” He wrote down the address for her. “The front door will be locked but they can knock.” “Okay. I’ll tell them.” “I’ll have my driver back here by noon to get you there ahead of time.”

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He’d thought of everything. “This is why you’re so successful.” “Why?” “Because you don’t miss any details.” “It’s why I’m good in bed, too.” She laughed. She couldn’t deny that he was an expert lover. “Modest, too.” He shrugged. “You have to know your strengths.” He kissed her cheek then left her in the hallway. She had a few hours to get ready. She thought about what she’d say to her staff.

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And what they had to get done. Her e-mail written in her head, she booted up her computer at the dining room table. She looked around. All of this paperwork would have to be transported. She’d get it done. If Sacha was able to make this work with one phone call, she was going to do the rest. They had a few hours to get stuff done then she’d feel better about this race. Nothing this big went off without a hitch, but Kendra wanted it all to be close to perfect, as close as she could get at least. She spent an hour on the

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treadmill after sending the e-mail and was ready for her pickup a few minutes early. The prospect of getting out excited her. *** Sacha had a phone number. He also had an address. He sat in his office that he would only have for a few more months. Only until his building was ready. The anticipation of knowing he worked in a building he owned kept him going through the minutiae of his day. He eyed the e-mail from the private investigator. He’d found the number and address for the woman he had a child with.

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Jessica Peterson. He’d forgotten her name. That was sad that he’d forgotten the mother of his child. He hadn’t loved her. She hadn’t loved him. Both had been at a crucial time in their careers and didn’t want to be bogged down by a child. Looking back on the situation, Sacha had been selfish. Maybe he would have made a good father. Maybe for him it would have been a wakeup call and he would have been more successful sooner if he’d had someone relying on him. Sacha still hadn’t told Viktor about the child. His brother would have insisted that he keep

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the child. That was why he hadn’t let him in on the secret. Their mother didn’t know either and she’d be pissed that he’d denied her a grandchild. The sting might be less with Viktor and Alia expecting a baby. Seeing his brother happy had spurred Sacha to right a past wrong. If the child was in a good situation, he wouldn’t swoop in and take him away, but if the boy was in trouble, Sacha would be there for him as he hadn’t when the child was born.

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Bracing himself, he dialed Jessica’s number. A groggy woman answered the phone. “Hello?” Her voice was gravelly as if from too many years of smoking. “Jessica?” “Yes. Who is this?” “Sacha Kozlov.” “Holy shit.” “Guess you remember me.” He leaned back in his chair taking in his view of the city. He liked the city from this angle, but he’d like it more from his own building.

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It wouldn’t be quite as tall, but it was his. All his. No rent checks, just mortgage payments. “I do, you son of a bitch.” Guess she remembered him too well. She didn’t sound happy to hear from him. He was happy to keep her in his past, but the thought of his child out there, not knowing at least one of his parents, spurred Sacha on. He wanted to find his son. He needed to make up for past mistakes. With Alia in Viktor’s life, he wondered if there was someone that could be almost like that in his life. Not love, but a companion. Someone he could

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turn to. Kendra would fill that role for now, but he suspected at some point she’d want more. She’d want emotion involved and he couldn’t do that. Being a big believer in karma, he wanted to right past wrongs to make sure he had continued success. And that if he wanted something like Viktor and Alia had, that he could find that if it ever happened. He didn’t think he’d want love, but he suspected that Viktor hadn’t been signing up for love when he let Alia into his life. Now they were happily married and Viktor had said that he felt

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as if some part of his life was settled. A part that he’d had no idea he needed settled. Sacha didn’t completely understand, but he had enough respect for his brother to understand that it was now important to him. Besides, Alia kept his brother on his toes. She was a strong woman who knew how to love a Russian man. Not how he thought he wanted to be loved, but he needed to be loved. “I’m looking for our son.” Jessica chuckled which brought on a coughing fit. “Why?”

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“Because I want to know he’s safe. The reasons beyond that don’t matter.” “What do you expect from me?” “I want the information on what adoption agency you used.” “It’ll cost you.” Sacha sighed. Of course it would. “I can bring you cash if you want.” He wanted her to have nothing of his and certainly not a check with his information on it. She’d have his phone number from this call, but he could block that.

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“Good,” she said. She gave him the address she was at and the number of dollars he was to bring. He disconnected. His driver was with Kendra. He’d have to use another car service. The driver was waiting for him when he exited the building. Sacha gave the man the address. The streets became seedier as they got closer to the destination. Sacha felt vulnerable with the cash in his pocket, but he was a big man. No one should bother him. “Leave the car idling. I shouldn’t be long.”

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He found the apartment then knocked on the door. No one answered. He pushed open the door. It wasn’t locked. A woman was sprawled on the couch. He assumed it was Jessica. “Jessica.” She didn’t look like the same person he’d had sex with. Her career had been on the rise when he knew her. What had happened to her in the intervening years? He nudged her then felt for a pulse. Crap. She was dead. He called 911 then searched

her

apartment.

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something that might be helpful the pocketed it before the cops arrived. A neighbor poked her head in as Jessica’s body was being wheeled out. “I’m Mildred.” “I’m Sacha. Are you a friend of Jessica’s?” “The closest she’d had to one.” He gave her his business card. “Have her buried and send the bill to me.” When he arrived back out onto the street, his driver was down the block. Sacha strode down to the car then gave him the address for Viktor’s nightclub. Might as well do

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something positive today. Seeing Kendra would cheer him up but he chose not to study that thought further. * Kendra hadn’t expected to see Sacha at the nightclub. Viktor had made an appearance and Alia, his wife, was now stuffing goody bags with the volunteers. The look in Sacha’s eyes was distant and sad. What had he been doing today? It wasn’t her business or her place to ask, but she wanted to hug him. She didn’t expect that he would be receptive to her doing it.

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He shucked off his suit jacket then surveyed the tables they’d pushed together to pack the goody bags for the race tomorrow. “So what do we have going on here?” he said. “These are the goody bags for the entrants. All of the stuff is donated,” Kendra said. “How many more bags do you have to pack?” he said. “Only about forty.” He looked at the setup. “Can I make a suggestion?” “Sure,” Kendra said.

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Anything to make this go faster; her workers’ energy was flagging. “If you take away the chairs and set the item on the table, each person can walk around with a bag and fill it with the items. You’ll go faster.” Kendra looked at their system. He was probably right. All they had to do was move the chairs. He helped the move the chairs, but he made Alia sit off to the side. He was so sweet with her. It warmed Kendra’s heart. She had to stop looking. There was no emotion their relationship. She wasn’t going to get all

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mushy around him. This was a business arrangement. The last of the bags were finished. “I bet everyone is hungry,” Sacha said. Several people murmured and Kendra had to admit she was, too. They’d worked hard all afternoon. Sacha smiled and then one of the bouncers walked in with a teenager behind him weighted down with pizza. Kendra walked over to Sacha. “Did you order that?” “I did. I figured they were hungry.”

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She smiled at him. “Thank you. And thank your brother for letting us use his space. I’ll make sure it’s cleaned up when we’re done.” “I’ll help with that,” Sacha said. “You don’t have to.” He’d rolled up his sleeves and helped them fill the bags. His arms were sculpted and she own wondered when he fit in in his workouts. His arms were sexy. She shouldn’t be thinking that. Once again she was grateful for his actions. “I know, but I’m done my work for the day.”

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“You looked a little sad when you came in. Are you okay?” He took a visible breath. “Don’t want to talk about it here. We can talk on the way home.” “Okay,” she said. She wasn’t going to push. She was thankful he was sharing it with her at all. “Where are all of these bags going to be stored?” Sacha said. “Not in your apartment. At the non-profit’s office in a truck. It’ll be here soon to load up.”

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“Did you get something to eat?” Sacha said. “I’ll wait until everyone is done. You hungry?” It was an inane conversation for two people who saw each other naked on a regular basis. The sad look in Sacha’s eyes hadn’t left. She still wanted to hug him. “I’ll go in a minute. You have some amazing volunteers.” She smiled. “I do. They’re great.” “Did you see my registration?”

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She laughed. “I did. You’re going to run with us.” “I am. Looking forward to it. I haven’t run a race in years,” he said. “It isn’t that competitive. It’s our first year so we aren’t on the radar of the very serious runners yet. Hopefully next year,” Kendra said. An hour later, the truck had been loaded, the nightclub was clean and Kendra and Sacha were on their way home. Kendra was tired and happy to get some sleep, as she wanted to be fresh for the race tomorrow.

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“So what happened today?” “I told you that I was looking for my son.” “Right.” “Well I found the birth mother.” “This doesn’t sound good,” Kendra said. “I called her and she wanted money for the information about the adoption agency. When I arrived, she had died from a drug overdose.” “Oh, Sacha, I’m sorry. So you didn’t get the information?”

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“I got something. I snooped while I waited for the cops to arrive.” “How sad, really.” “She wasn’t this way when I knew her. She was successful. I wish I knew what happened in the years since we’d been together.” “Did you contact the agency?” “I’m going to have my PI guy do it. He can be discreet.” “No wonder you have that haunted look in your eye. Even if you felt nothing for her, that was too young to die,” Kendra said.

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She squeezed his arm. He gave her a sardonic smile. “Thanks for listening.” “I did want to hug you but I didn’t think it appropriate to our boundaries.” He brushed a hair out of her face. “It would have been appreciated, but it’s okay that you didn’t. I’m glad you’re here for me to talk to.” “No problem.” He rubbed a hand down his face. “Have the nanny make dinner for Cliff. I’m not hungry.” “Good idea.”

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She sent a text to the nanny. “Done. I’m not hungry either. I really appreciate Viktor letting us use his nightclub.” “It was Alia. She told him that you could. She didn’t give him any choice. He isn’t going to argue with his pregnant wife.” Kendra laughed. “Alia is a force of nature.” “She is and she’s good for Viktor.” “I’d like to do something to thank them. Can we have them over for dinner?” Kendra asked. “I’ll see when they’re free.”

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“Good. Thanks.” She leaned back in her seat, glad the race was tomorrow and she’d be past the stress of it. She wondered when she’d be safe again. Soon, she hoped. With her mother in the home, Kendra had some things she wanted to accomplish. Things she hadn’t thought would ever be possible. *** At the race the next morning, Sacha’s phone rang. It was Nikolai. “Hey, Nik.”

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“Sacha, I’m glad I caught you. I’ve heard some chatter this week about Kendra. Lopez is still threatening her and he’s escalating it. He wants her found.” “Oh, crap. We’re out in public today. She’s part of a race. I have a bodyguard and I’m around.” “Keep your eyes open. Where are you?” He gave his friend the address. “The race starts in ten minutes.” “Is Kendra with you?” “No, but I’ll go find her. Right now.”

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Sacha’s heart raced as he searched the crowd for Kendra. He’d assumed that there would be safety in a crowd. He was wrong. He asked a few of the volunteers he recognized if they’d seen her. They all pointed him to the starting line. He finally spotted her, but didn’t see anyone that was a threat around her. He rushed through the crowd to be by her side. “Hey,” she said, smiling. The shorts and tank to did wonders for her figure. That was an amazing ass she had. He shook himself. “Hi. Almost time.”

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He wasn’t sure if he should warn her about the danger. He could keep up with her in the race. He didn’t have a problem with that. He’d stay by her side. What he wished he could do is tell a cop, but the ones around were only here to keep traffic away and they were further down the course. Damn. This wasn’t helping. The smiled dropped from Kendra’s face. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing.” She studied him, but he put on a smile to cover his worry. He wasn’t sure who could

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help him. He didn’t want to put anyone else in danger. Mollified, she didn’t ask him again. Instead her smile came back. “We’ve had a good turnout. We had about twenty entries today.” He scanned the crowd as he listened to her. He didn’t see anything suspicious. Or anyone. “Do they get goody bags?” “If we had leftovers, which we might have. Some people don’t end up making it to the race.” “That would be a shame.”

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“No refunds so not a shame for us,” Kendra said. “What are you looking at?” “What do you mean?” “You’re scanning the crowd like a Secret Service guy.” He looked down at her. “I got a call from Nik.” She deserved to know. She could make better decisions if she knew the truth. “Oh?” “He thinks that something might happen here. I’d love for you to leave right now.”

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“Don’t ask me that Sacha. Please. I’m sure nothing can happen, there are too many people here.” “I would think that also but I’m worried about your safety.” “Don’t be. The race will go off without a hitch.” The disc jockey playing music announced that it was almost race time. Sacha’s pulse quickened. Hopefully nothing would happen. They gathered at the starting line. Kendra had the privilege of being in front because she had organized the event. Sacha was right

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next to her still scanning the crowd. The man who would signal the start was on the sidelines. Would that be when the person shot at Kendra? The starter pistol would cover the sound. “Oh shit.” “What?” Kendra said. “Get behind me.” “Why?” He grabbed her and put himself between her and the starter. “Sacha?”

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“Trust me.” His eye looked over the crowd. The starter shot the pistol, but nothing happened. Other than the thundering of about fifty people behind him. Kendra passed him, but he caught up. “I thought someone might use the starter pistol as a cover,” he said. “Nothing happened. Relax.” He couldn’t. She wasn’t out of danger until they were back in his penthouse. He jogged beside her.

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“You don’t have to stay with me,” Kendra said. “Yes, I do.” As he jogged he stared at both sides of the road. There weren’t many onlookers. At each turn of the course several volunteers stood to cheer them on. As they turned into mile two, the crowd both running and watching had thinned out. Sacha was getting nervous. This wasn’t looking good at all. “I think we should stop.” “I’ve got a good stride, I’m not stopping. You worry too much.”

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“Kendra, there are few people here.” “It’ll be fine. Nik couldn’t give you specific information so I’m sure it’s just noise.” Sacha frowned. He wanted to carry Kendra away, but she’d be pissed at him. At least she’d be safe. They turned another corner and that’s when he saw the guy. Hot day for coat, but the man had a jacket on. Sacha searched for where he and Kendra could hide, but there weren’t anything but vacant lots and closed stores. He wished she’d picked through.

a

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Kendra wasn’t paying attention, but Sacha was on high alert. The man raised his hand. He had a gun. “Look out!” Sacha shouted. He pushed Kendra out of the way. The man fired just as he did that. The bullet seared into Sacha’s shoulder. Damn. That hurt. Kendra was underneath him, but the man didn’t try to shoot again. When Sacha looked up, he was gone. A cop ran around from the next block. Kendra pushed him off of her and his shoulder hurt like he’d never felt before this.

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“Damn.” “Sacha,” Kendra said, and then screamed. It was a different sound than what she made in bed. This was not a happy sound. Not a sound he wanted to hear again. His shoulder was on fire. Kendra was shouting at him, but he couldn’t quite hear her. He had been shot. Had the bullet stayed in? He wasn’t sure. It just hurt and he was a tough guy. “Shit.” He opened his eyes to see Kendra above him, her eyes searching his face. “You okay?” he asked her.

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“Yes, I’m fine. You’re bleeding.” “Ouch,” Sacha said. The cop was holding a bandage over the spot where he was bleeding. The pressure hurt. “Did he get away?” Sacha asked. “Yes, but I’m not concerned with him,” Kendra said. *** Sacha was conscious but Kendra was still worried. She rode in the front of the ambulance, but kept looking in the back. No one seemed to be overly concerned so Kendra

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tried not to be. There had been a lot of blood, not that she had anything to compare it to. She’d never seen anyone shot before. Her heart has skipped a beat when she’d realized Sacha was hurt. She was concerned. That was it. He was a friend and he’d be just as concerned if she’d been hurt. In fact that’s why he’d pushed her out of the way. Part of her wanted to dismiss her feelings, but she couldn’t. Still. They had an agreement so she would pretend that everything was the same. That she was grateful for Sacha saving her life.

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The ambulance arrived at the hospital. The EMT told her to hop out. That she would have to fill out the admitting paperwork for the man. Sacha was wheeled past her and he looked pale. He smiled at Kendra. Gave a thumbs up but her billionaire looked like washed up dollar bill. She went to the desk where the woman sitting behind it asked her what seemed like one hundred questions. Sacha couldn’t answer them. She had to call Viktor, but she didn’t have his number. She realized that she had Sacha’s phone. It had been buzzing the whole time. That man

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received too many e-mails. She pulled it out of her pocket, scrolled through his contacts then called. “Sacha?” “No, Viktor, it’s Kendra. Sacha’s been hurt. He’s in the hospital.” She told him which one. Would Sacha be mad that she told his brother he was here? Was it a macho man thing to go through these things alone? She texted the nanny saying she didn’t know when she’d be home. She paced in the waiting room until a nurse came in. “Mrs. Kozlov?”

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Kendra was the only person in the room. “Yes?” “Your husband is asking for you.” Had Sacha said something? Had he described her as his wife or did they assume? She followed the nurse who held a curtain aside for her to enter. Didn’t he at least rate a room? He was sitting on the edge of the bed. His color had returned. “What are you doing up?” “They’re springing me. I only needed some stitches. I feel fine though I’m a little loopy from the pain medication,” Sacha said.

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“They aren’t admitting you?” “No.” “I called Viktor.” “Call him back. I’m fine.” She handed him his cell phone. “You call him. He probably won’t believe me.” Sacha called his brother and reassured him that he was fine. He was going home to sleep. He then called for his car. “You sure you’re okay?” Kendra said. Sacha smiled. “I’m good. I’ll be even better when I get home.”

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She stood in front of him, eyeing his arm. It was bandaged up and he was favoring it. He had no shirt on. It was probably too bloody. She wanted to touch him, make sure he was still alive even though he was right there. “My car will be here soon.” “Okay. Then we’ll go home.” The grin on his face was almost creepy, but she had to laugh. His eyes were a little glazed. “I think we need to get you out of the city.” “Let’s talk about that tomorrow, or later; sometime when you aren’t doped up, Sacha.”

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“I’m fine. My critical thinking skills are fine.” Too bad he’d slurred a few of those words. His eyelids dropped a little. The nurse came in with a wheelchair. “Is he going to be okay?” Kendra said. “He’ll be fine. We’ll wheel him out of here. Is your car here?” “No, we’re still waiting on the driver,” Kendra said. “He’s here,” Sacha said, perking up. “He just texted me.” “Okay, then.” the nurse said.

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She helped him into the wheelchair. Kendra followed them out. The driver poured Sacha into the limousine. The nurse eyed the vehicle then smiled at Kendra. “Sweet ride.” “Thanks.” Kendra climbed in and the driver closed her door. Sacha was slumped over but when she settled into the seat, he rolled himself so that his head was on her lap. “You’re beautiful,” he said. “What the hell are you doing with me?” “I’m going to assume the drugs are in full force and that was a rhetorical question.”

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He put a hand on her face. “No, seriously. I’m no good for you Kendra.” She chuckled and shook her head. “Sacha, go to sleep.” “You could have any man you want. Why would you want someone who has no interest in getting married? Why not find someone and make babies with them?” She patted his hand then took it off of her face. She laced her fingers with his and then he let out a light snore. He was quiet the rest of the trip. He roused when she shook him.

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“Hm?” He sat up then he laid down again. “Everything just spun around.” “Get up slower then.” How the heck was she doing to get him upstairs and into bed? She couldn’t carry him. This time he sat up more gingerly. “Okay?” Kendra said. “Yes, I am. Thanks.” He leaned against the wall as they rode the elevator up. She wasn’t far from him, knowing he still wasn’t steady. “You should go to bed.”

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“Is that all you can think about Kendra?” Sacha said. “You are of no use to me in your present state,” she said. “You need help getting to bed?” “I think I can make it there.” He stumbled a little as he went down the hall. He ended up guiding himself with his hand on the wall. Kendra watched, listening for a thud in case he fell down. “Is Mr. Kozlov okay?” Cliff said. He’d appeared at Kendra’s feet. The nanny wasn’t far

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behind. She said her goodbyes. Kendra could take over for the rest of the day. “He was hurt but he has to sleep it off. He’ll be fine.” She hoped. *** Sacha woke up several hours later. He was across his bed, with his running shoes still on. He hadn’t showered after the run and he felt pretty ripe. The pain medication had worn off and his shoulder was once again on fire. He didn’t like how he felt on the pills so he wasn’t going to take them again except

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that he wasn’t sure he could breathe from the pain when he finally moved to stand up. He sat back down on the bed. The stitches tugged and if he even breathed heavily he winced. “Damn.” “You’re alive?” Kendra was in the doorway. Cliff peaked in behind her. “Yes, I’m alive. And in a lot of pain.” “The nurse gave me some pain medication. You want some?” Kendra said.

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“I haven’t decided. I don’t like how I feel on them but I’m not a fan of the pain itself.” “Take half of one.” “Not yet. I need to think through this situation.” “What do you need to think through?” Sacha shook his head. He didn’t want to talk while Cliff was there. He didn’t want to scare the boy. “We can talk later.” “You need dinner?” Kendra asked. He was hungry. “Dinner? It’s that late?” “You slept the day away.”

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“And you snored, really loud,” Cliff said. Kendra hushed him but Sacha laughed. “It’s fine. I’m sure I snore.” Sacha wasn’t ready to stand so he motioned for Cliff to sit next to him. “What have you done with your day today? While I slept?” Cliff climbed up onto the bed. “Kendra and I played some games. I built more on that LEGO kit you gave me. I’m almost done.” “I guess I’ll have to find a bigger one next time,” Sacha said.

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Kendra stood in the doorway, a small smile on her face. Sacha liked Cliff. He was a sweet little boy, but it made his heart ache for his own son that he never knew. Would he be able to make up for lost time? He hoped. “Really? That would be great Mr. Kozlov.” “You’ll have to give me some ideas of what you like,” he said. “I’m sure whatever you get him will be fine,” Kendra said. Cliff looked from one to the other. “Right. What Kendra said.”

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Sacha chuckled. He’d talk to the boy alone. “Come on, Cliff. I’m sure Mr. Kozlov wants to shower and we need to make him dinner.” Cliff jumped off the bed. The jolt had Sacha wincing, but he didn’t make a sound. “I’ll see you in a little bit.” Kendra and Cliff left. Sacha stood outside the shower trying to figure out how he was going to get undressed with one hand. He shuffled to the door of his bedroom. “Kendra?” She appeared in the hallway. “Yes?” “I need some help.”

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She smiled. “Hard to undress with one hand?” She followed him to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. “Yes. I’d ask you to join me in the shower but not with Cliff around.” “I would decline,” Kendra said. Sacha chuckled. He sat, and then untied his shoes. He toed those off. Kendra slid off his socks. He stood as she removed his pants and boxers. He was turned on of course, a beautiful woman was undressing him.

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Kendra just shook her head at the sight of his erection. “I’ll be back in ten minutes to help you get dressed.” “Thanks. I hate feeling so helpless.” She shrugged. “You’ve done so much for Cliff and I, it is the least I can do to repay you.” She left him. He took a shower, hoping that he was able to wash enough not to smell. He had to keep the stitches dry so it was a dance to keep his shoulder out of the water. Thankfully no one could see him. He must look pretty funny.

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Dressed with the help of Kendra, he now sat in his kitchen, eating dinner. Cliff played a game and Kendra sat with Sacha. “I think the situation has gotten worse. I have a feeling they’re going to escalate their attempts on you. I’m not sure if even this building is secure enough.” “What do you suggest?” “I have a house in upstate New York. We can get there by helicopter. We can leave Cliff with Viktor and Alia.” “Isn’t she due soon?”

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“No, she’s not due for a month or so,” Sacha said. “I’m not comfortable leaving him there.” “I don’t think you have a choice. We need to get you out of the city until Nik makes his arrests. Then you’ll be safe again.” Kendra glanced at Cliff her lips pressed together. “I guess if you insist. I don’t want him to be in any danger.” “Since they’ve probably connected the two of us, I don’t think it’s safe here,” Sacha said. He’d feel better with Kendra out of the city. He could helicopter back and forth for work.

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“Have you talked to Viktor?” Kendra said. “I will. I know Viktor. He’ll do it for me.” “If you insist.” He reached across the table, squeezing her hand. “I insist Kendra. I said I’d protect you and I’m not going to stop doing that because it was more difficult.” She looked at their hands then nodded. “Okay. When will we go?” “First thing in the morning. I can have my driver take Cliff to Viktor’s place in the city.

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They’ll make sure to take him to their house.” “You have it all figured out.” “I usually do. I’m a detail kind of guy,” Sacha said. “Thank you again. You’ve done more than anyone else would. More than anyone has ever done for me. I don’t know how I will ever repay you.” “There is no need to repay me.”

Chapter8 Kendra kissed Cliff goodbye. Alia had insisted her driver would get the little boy and she would come with him. Kendra hugged the pregnant woman. She really did glow. “Thank you for taking him.” “It’s not a problem. I look forward to spending time with him,” Alia said. “Sacha said that he’s a sweet kid.” Alia held out her hand to Cliff, who took it. He skipped alongside her to the car parked

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in the underground garage. Kendra had a wistful moment. Cliff wasn’t her child, but she’d raised him just like a mother. She would miss him, but he was in good hands. She was sure of that. Sacha wouldn’t put Cliff or her in any danger. Not on purpose for sure. Still, she’d been with Cliff since he was born. She fulfilled the role of a mother and now she was feeling like she shouldn’t abandon him. He didn’t seem too upset to be going with Alia. She waved again before she climbed

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into the limousine. This family singlehandedly kept the limousine companies in business. Sacha put a hand on her arm. “He’ll be fine.” “I know that rationally. I’m just a little unnerved by all of this.” He nodded. “You packed?” “I have some last minute items to put in.” He entered the elevator with her. He studied her as the car went to the top. She finished her packing then rolled her suitcase to the front door.

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“The helicopter is here,” Sacha said. “We aren’t driving?” “No. We’re flying,” he said. Kendra had never been in a plane let alone a helicopter. They took the elevator to the roof. Sure enough. There it was. Its rotors were still and a pilot sat in the front. He climbed out then shook hands with Sacha. He helped her climb in. When she was strapped in, he handed her headphones. “It’ll be loud otherwise and we can talk.” She nodded then put them on. She helped Sacha with is because his arm was in a sling.

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He felt better when it was immobilized. He refused to take any pain medication. He didn’t like how it made him feel. The helicopter took off and butterflies chose to occupy Kendra’s tummy. Sacha held her hand. She must not have looked good. “Look outside,” Sacha said. She did and the view was breathtaking. She smiled. She wasn’t afraid anymore, but she didn’t know which way to look at all. There were so many sights. Then they were out of the city and the hills and trees looked so green. “It’s beautiful,” she said.

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She turned to Sacha who was smiling. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it.” “I’m a city girl, born and bred, Sacha. I hope I can hack it in the wilderness.” “We’ll be in a house, not a tent. Running water and indoor plumbing.” She laughed. “Okay, but I’ve never spent much time outside the city.” “You’ll enjoy it. You won’t have to stay inside at all. You’ll be free to get fresh air.” “Cliff probably would have loved it.”

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“Yes, but if he’s with you, he’s in danger. Viktor had a nice house in the suburbs with a yard and woods. Cliff will be in heaven,” Sacha said. Kendra was still second-guessing her decision to go along with Sacha’s plan. She should be taking care of Cliff. He was her responsibility. “He’s in good hands, Kendra. I promise. I wouldn’t have put his life in danger. Not for anything.” “You like Cliff don’t you?”

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“He’s growing on me,” Sacha said. “There it is.” He pointed for her and she saw a house rising out of the forest. Not a castle, but could have been. “Wow. How many acres do you own?” “About a hundred and sixty-five. Not a big plot for up here.” “A hundred and sixty-five?” She couldn’t wrap her head around that much land. The helicopter landed on the front lawn, a flat expanse of green. All around the house were woods. More trees than Kendra had probably ever seen. And she’d spent some

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time in Central Park. Sacha climbed out then gave her his good arm to hold onto. She was so busy looking at the house that she almost tripped out of the chopper. “Careful, Kendra.” She laughed, but stopped to stare at the house. It had a porch than ran the length of the house. Five dormers stuck out of the second floor. “It’s amazing, Sacha.” He grinned at her. “I haven’t been in here in months. I wish I was here under better circumstances.” “Where else do you have houses?”

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The pilot took their suitcases out of the helicopter. Kendra grabbed hers while Sacha took his. “I have an apartment in Paris. One in Moscow and a house in the Hollywood Hills.” “Do you get to see them often?” “No. Maybe I’ll take you to all of them sometime.” He was talking about the future. As if they really had one. She was temporarily in his life. She knew this, but she could dream about Paris and Moscow. It wasn’t a bad dream at all.

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“Will the helicopter stay here?” “Yes, he’ll put it on a trailer. There’s a hanger, but he’ll have to tow it there and the pilot will stay in the apartment there. He’ll be available if I need him. I usually give him my schedule ahead of time, but he knows that I might need him other times too.” “So he’s always on call?” “He gets paid well for always being on call, Kendra.” Sacha’s looked at her with heavy-lidded eyes, as if she shouldn’t ask more. She wouldn’t. Not her problem. Sacha opened the front

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door. Inside the foyer was two stories tall. A living room sat to the right, as did the rest of the house. A staircase was right in front of her. “Just leave the suitcases there. Let me show you around down here, and then I’ll show you to our bedroom.” *** Sacha wanted to go to the bedroom first. It had been a few days since they’d been in the sack, and he was itching to get at least his good hand on a naked Kendra. The logistics

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would be interesting, but he’d bet they could work it out. “This is the great room. The fireplace is propane. No need to chop wood.” He led her through the room to the kitchen. “Oh, my goodness,” Kendra said. He loved this kitchen. “I can make some really great meals in this room.” He watched her as she looked at everything in the house. He liked her reaction. He’d never brought a woman here. He’d never seen it through someone else’s eyes. The smile didn’t leave her face. Finally, they

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reached the bedroom. It was at the back of the house and had a large window looking out into the woods. “What a view.” “Yes it is.” She spun back to him. He was looking at her. “You need to freshen up?” he said. She walked to him, then kissed him. “I’m good.” She stepped back to look at him. Her gaze fell onto the sling on his arm. “We can work around this Kendra. I just need your help undressing.”

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“I think I can do that.” Her fingers danced across his chest as she unbuttoned his shirt. She was taking her own sweet time. “I don’t care if you rip it off.” She stepped away from him. “I’m not going to hurt your arm. If you aren’t nice to me I’ll undress in front of you and leave you here to try to take your own pants off, with a hard on.” She crossed her arms. Damn her. She’d been helping him with his clothing for the last two days. She knew he couldn’t do it himself.

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“Fine, but I’d think you would be eager since it’s been a few days.” She cocked her eyebrow. “I could go a few more days.” “Stop. You’re killing me.” She laughed, then pushed his shirt off of his shoulder with the care someone would give crystal. He didn’t care about the pain. His dick hurt from lack of use more than his shoulder hurt from the bullet that had grazed him. The shirt landed on the floor. She unbuttoned his pants then slid them and his boxers down his legs. He used his good arm

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to brace himself on the wall to remove his legs. Now he was naked and Kendra was kneeling in front of him. Oh. God. She put her hand on his erection. “That might explode.” Then she licked around the tip and Sacha slammed his hand on the wall. “Kendra.” She laughed then stepped away to get undressed. His breath came out ragged as he fought not to lose it. “Go lay down on the bed,” she said.

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Her voice was a little husky. He did as she said. She crawled on top of him, her breast right by his face. “I can only touch with one hand. I’m sad.” “At least you can touch.” “True.” “Then touch them,” she said. So he did. First bringing one nipple to a peak. Then the other. Kendra groaned then kissed him. Her nipples brushed against his chest and he wanted to flip her over. He tried, but she shook her head.

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“Oh, no. I’m doing all the work tonight.” Her hand traveled down his torso to grip his dick. “Oh, Kendra. It is going to go off if you’re not careful.” “Condom?” “In the drawer,” he rasped out. She rolled one onto him the poised her body over his hard dick. She smiled then slid herself down onto him. She was warm and wet and moving over him. “Holy shit.”

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She felt good. He’d missed her. Missed being like this with her. His shoulder ached, but he didn’t care. He lifted his middle to meet her every stroke. Her hands were braced on his chest. Kendra was his, even if only for a short time. She was his, body and maybe soul. Her body reacted to his as if they’d known each other for years. He didn’t want the connection to stop, but he could see the tension in her face. She was close and he wasn’t too far behind.

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She threw back her head as her pussy clenched around him. He groaned as he went over the edge. “Aargh.” It hurt and felt great at the same time. He might have pulled some stitches, but he wasn’t ready to look at his shoulder yet. Kendra slumped over him, leaning on his good shoulder. “I need to get rid of the condom.” She slid off of him. He sat up and disposed of the condom. Damn things were a nuisance. He lay back down. Kendra rested her head on his good shoulder.

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“I missed you,” he said. “You missed sex.” “I missed sex with you. It’s damn good sex and I like having it with you,” Sacha said. She kissed his neck. “If you insist.” He played with her hair as they lay there. “You need food?” she said. “Do we need to shop?” “Place is all stocked up. You can make almost anything you want.” “Nice.”

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She sat up then put her clothes on. “Don’t put clothes on for me.” She laughed. “I can’t walk around naked.” “Why not? I like the view.” “I’m

sure

you

do,

but

I’m

just

not

comfortable.” “Okay, but don’t wear too much since I can’t take them off.” She giggled. “Oh? We’re doing it again?” He sat up. “We do have a quota and we’re behind.”

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“That’s because someone got themselves shot.” “Saving your ass.” She sat down on the bed next to him. “I never thanked you for saving my life.” He brushed a hair out of her face. “You’re welcome. There should be some sweat pants in the drawer. Help me get them on.” She did and he followed her to the kitchen. “I’m in the mood for chicken.” “I’ll eat whatever you put in front of me.”

Chapter9 Kendra’s phone rang two days later when Sacha was back in Manhattan to get some work done. The ring didn’t sound right. The screen told her it was Alia, something must be wrong with Cliff. She answered it even though she was out hiking. “Hello.” “Kendra, it’s Alia.” “What’s wrong?”

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“Nothing is wrong with Cliff. I’m having some pains and we can’t get ahold of Viktor’s mother to take Cliff. I don’t want to leave him with just anyone, but I need to meet my doctor at the hospital.” “Have you tried Sacha?” “He isn’t answering, which is odd,” Alia said. “It goes right to voicemail. Either his phone is dead or he’s in a dead zone.” Damn. “Okay, I’ll see if I can get a ride to Manhattan. I think the helicopter pilot has come back here.”

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“Okay.” Alia told her what hospital they’d be at. “I’ll send a driver to get you from the airport. Cliff will be with us.” “I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Kendra set off in the direction of the hangar. The chopper was sitting on the lawn, so she just had to figure out where he was. His name was Chuck. That much she knew. She wondered what instruction Sacha had left him with. He must have told him to come back in case Kendra needed him. She wouldn’t have thought she would, but she had to bring Cliff back here.

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The pilot was in the hangar, having a cup of coffee. Smelled good. “Hey, Chuck, I need a ride to Manhattan.” For a moment, she was struck with the oddity of the situation. Just weeks ago, she was hoping her car would last. Now she was hopping a ride on a helicopter like it was something she did every day. How much would she miss this world? She hadn’t ever expected to be a part of it. Had never aspired to it. Her goal had been to do work that fulfilled her and to do it while paying her bills.

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Might be tough to go back to living hand to mouth but she had no choice for sure. “Uh, I think Mr. Kozlov will need me soon,” Chuck said. Kendra cocked her head. “Why didn’t you stay in Manhattan then?” “I need to get something from here.” “Then drop me off in Manhattan then you’ll be there for Mr. Kozlov,” she said. “He gave me orders that you weren’t to leave here.”

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“I doubt I’m a prisoner. I have to go get my brother. It’s important.” Chuck frowned. His gaze darted all over the room as if he couldn’t look her in the eye. “It’ll take me fifteen minutes to get the chopper ready.” “I’ll be waiting,” she said. She returned to the house, grabbed her purse then met the pilot at the chopper. She climbed on board when he gave the okay. He seemed to be taking a lot of time to get the thing started and off the ground. She had to get to Cliff. Hopefully he wouldn’t be too

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scared in the hospital. Her heart raced. She didn’t like that Cliff might be afraid. All of this had been enough of a disruption in his life. She longed for her life to be back to normal. She bet Cliff did also. At least his nanny had given him some stability and now she was gone. Kendra needed to have him closer to her. She was his constant. Finally, the chopper took off. As the aircraft began to move away, she thought she saw a car coming up the road. Check then, the driveway, but then it disappeared under the

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trees. Was it Sacha? She wouldn’t be able to hear him if she called him now and if he was driving he wouldn’t text back. The trip to Manhattan didn’t take long, but it seemed long to Kendra. The pilot dropped her off at the building where Sacha lived. In the garage a car awaited, which whisked her off to the address Alia had given her. She arrived at the hospital an hour later, despite midday Manhattan traffic. She found Viktor, but no Cliff. Viktor was pacing. “I can’t find Cliff.”

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The paging system overhead clicked in. “Code Adam. Code Adam.” Kendra hoped he’d just wandered to the bathroom, but her heart was in her throat. Where was he last?” “I left him here in the hallway. The doctor is examining Alia. I figured he’d be okay out here. It isn’t a busy place,” Viktor said. “I’m sorry.” “Not your fault. He should have been with me.” “I’m a little new at this kid thing.”

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“I’ll go look in the cafeteria. You look in the bathrooms.” Kendra raced down to the other end of the hospital. Maybe Cliff got hungry. He didn’t have money on him, she was sure, but who knew how a five year old thought. Kendra’s phone rang. “They found him. He’s at the security office,” Viktor said. Overhead, she heard an announcement. “Cancel Code Adam. Cancel Code Adam.” She hurried to the security office. There, Cliff was sitting on a chair, eating an ice cream

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cone. Cliff smiled up at her with ice cream on his face. “Kendra.” She sat next to him, wanting to hug him, but also not wanting to get ice cream on herself. “You okay?” The head of security sat behind his desk. “He had wandered off and when we found him he was screaming at a man who was trying to leave the hospital with him.” Was it random or had it been someone connected with Lopez? “You caught the man?”

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The man frowned. “He escaped before we could talk to him, but Cliff is safe and sound.” “I’ll take him with me. You need to see some identification?” “Yes.” She showed him her license and Cliff told the man that she was his big sister. She’d have someone get his clothes, but she took him to the airport with her. She’d received a text that the helicopter was there. ***

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Sacha was off to find the supposed adoptive parents of his child. They lived in Connecticut, but nowhere near an airport of this helicopter to land. He took his car instead, looking forward to giving his Bugatti a workout. In the middle of the day, there wasn’t a lot of traffic. He breezed into the state then found the house. It wasn’t impressive, but it looked neat and taken care of. He hopes his son was neat and taken care of also. If so, then he would try to make arrangements with the parents to see the boy. Hopefully they’d already told him that he was

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adopted. He strode up the front walk that was lined with flowers. He hadn’t wanted to ambush them, but Sacha had been afraid that they wouldn’t agree to see him. So he’d called right before he arrived. The couple was home. He wasn’t here to steal back his son, unless there was a problem. If there were no issues, he just wanted to see his son. On a regular basis. He figured he’d have no standing in court, but he could respectfully request visitation rights. This might be one time he couldn’t throw money at the problem. That was rare.

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He knocked on the front door. He didn’t hear a child. A woman with black hair answered the door. “I’m Sacha Kozlov. I just called you.” She glanced over her shoulder then back at him. “My son isn’t here.” “I’d still like to talk to you.” She once again glanced behind her. She frowned, but opened the door for him. Ushering him into the living room, she said, “Ethan isn’t here and I don’t think he’s who you’re looking for.”

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Sacha sat on a brown plaid couch. “Why do you think so?” “Because we didn’t get Ethan from that agency. We were once registered with them, but Ethan arrived from another agency we used.” “The agency’s records are pretty clear. You’re named as the adoptive parents. The mother signed off on the adoption paper and my signature is in the file letting go of my rights,” Sacha said. He was no threat to them if they were taking care of his son. If they were on

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the up and up, why were they being so cagey? They should have nothing to hide. “Their records are wrong.” A man appeared in the doorway. He put out his hand. “I’m Jason Rogers. My wife is Ellen.” Sacha stood, and then took the man’s hand. He had a firm shake and he looked right into Sacha’s eyes. That didn’t mean he was honest. It just meant he was sure of himself. Liars could be sure of themselves. “Sit,” Jason said.

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“I’m looking for my son. Records at the adoption agency indicate that you adopted a little boy, my little boy. I just want to see him,” Sacha said. “I’ve explained to Mr. Kozlov that we didn’t adopt from that agency. We had been registered with them, but Ethan came from another agency.” “Can I see the adoption papers?” Sacha said. Something wasn’t sitting right with him. His gut told him that they were lying. “We don’t have them here. Besides, they aren’t any of your business.”

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“Then I want to see your son, Ethan. I want to see he looks nothing like me,” Sacha said. “He’s at summer camp,” Jason said, a little too quickly. “When is he due back?” “Look, we didn’t adopt your son. I’m sorry to say it, but he isn’t your son. We know the mother. It was an open adoption. You aren’t listed as the father,” Ellen said. “Do you remember who was?” “No, I don’t, but I know it wasn’t a Russian name,” Jason said.

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Sacha sighed. He wasn’t going to get anywhere with these people, at least not on his own. “Well, then I guess I’ll come back with a court order to see him.” The man crossed his arms. “You think because you have money that you can do anything.” “No, because I have proof that I am likely his father I can get this done. You can try and fight, but I’m going to prove or disprove his paternity, with or without your consent.” Sacha rose. “You’ll be hearing from my lawyers.” He walked out the front door

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wondering just what they were hiding. Were they neglecting him? If they were, then he was glad he went on this quest. If they were treating him properly then what did they have to hide? He started his car then drove away. He pulled over a mile away, looking at his phone. It was dead so he plugged in the car charger. Would take a minute for any message to come up. He decided to drive back to upstate New York since he was closer her than if he went back to Manhattan. He sent a

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text to his pilot saying he wouldn’t need him for the rest of the day. No answer, but he was going to assume that his pilot received the message. The whole encounter with the Rogers couple bothered Sacha. He couldn’t figure out what they were hiding. He had seen a copy of the file at the adoption agency. Money had paved the way for that. He didn’t want to have to bring in his lawyer, but he would. He could give the Rogers’ one more chance to let him see their son. He needed DNA to prove paternity. He could get that, he was sure.

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His lawyer was wily. It was nice to have money. He wouldn’t ever apologize for it. He’d worked hard for it. Or at least had worked for it, maybe not hard. He had a knack for picking stocks. He sighed, then, with his car finally out on the open road, he let the Bugatti take him home. * Kendra got the driver to take her to the airport with Cliff. She wondered why the pilot had opted to a small airport instead of staying at Sacha’s building. She was a little

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concerned that she hadn’t heard from Sacha at all. Wasn’t like him. Even if he was in a meeting, at some point he’d text her back. Maybe he was out of cell range. The driver dropped her off at the airport, by the hanger that the helicopter was kept in. He’d been there before so he knew it. She trusted him. Cliff held her hand. She stopped outside the hangar wondering why the chopper was inside and not outside ready to go. Seemed suspicious. She called Viktor. “I’m not sure about this,” Kendra said.

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“What’s wrong?” “The chopper is inside the hangar. We’re scheduled to take off. He knew I was coming.” “Okay. Wait there. Let me get in touch with Sacha’s friend Nik.” “Have you heard from Sacha?” “No, I haven’t. If he’s on his way back to New York State then he might be out of cell range,” Viktor said. “Or he let the battery die. He does that sometimes. I think it’s an unconscious habit so people can’t get ahold of him.”

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“Okay. If you aren’t concerned, I won’t be.” They disconnected. She stood outside the hangar. Cliff was bouncing around her, jerking her arm. “Stop, Cliff. You’re hurting me.” “Sorry.” He stopped for a few seconds then started again. He was only five, but still. She needed to think and his little body spasming around her wasn’t helping. “Cliff.” “Sorry.”

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She stared at her phone willing someone to call her back. She felt exposed out here on the tarmac. When no one did for a few minutes, she decided that they were in less danger inside than they were outside. She entered the hangar. Cliff picked that moment to let go of her hand. He’d seen something interesting across the tarmac. “Cliff,” she yelled. Then she was pulled into the hangar. A hand went over her mouth. “Get the boy. She’ll cooperate if we have him.”

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It was a male voice. She didn’t recognize it. At least Viktor knew she was here. Hopefully, they weren’t going to take her offsite, but she wasn’t hopeful to get out of this alive. She wished she could have talked to Sacha one more time. She struggled. She bit the hand over her mouth then kicked backwards into his shin. The person’s grip loosened. She ran out the door. She didn’t see any sign of the man and she hoped that Cliff was giving him a hard time. She raced around the building. She must have wounded the guy well enough that he

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wasn’t following her. Rounding another corner of the building, she saw Cliff kicking at the man. She thought he caught him in the balls. Good boy. Kendra smacked the man from behind. “Run, Cliff! Away from the building.” He did and ran right into Nikolai. Who had brought the cavalry. Airport security had rolled onto the scene. The man who had been trying to get Cliff put up his hands. He was taken away. Nikolai came over to her. “You okay?”

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“Yes, but I can’t run away anymore. Is there anything I can do to stop this madness? My life is disrupted, so is Cliff.” The little boy returned to her. She picked him up because he was shaking. Viktor pulled in at that moment. He climbed out of his limousine. “Kendra, Cliff. Everyone’s okay.” “How is Alia?” Kendra said. “Home and fine. False labor, but they aren’t concerned. I can take Cliff back with me.”

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Kendra looked down at the boy. Might be safer to have him out of the way. “Will you be okay to go back with Mr. Kozlov?” Cliff nodded. “They let me call them aunt and uncle.” Kendra smiled, whatever made him feel better. She handed him to Viktor. “Thanks.” “I have a feeling this is in everyone’s best interest. Including my wife. I think she really likes Cliff,” Viktor said. He climbed into his car with Cliff then drove away. Kendra turned back to Nikolai just as the other man was led out of the hangar.

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“Who gave me up?” “The pilot. He told us they blackmailed him, seems he likes prostitutes, the ones he can tie up and spank,” Nikolai said. Kendra rolled her eyes. “Guess you can’t trust anyone.” “You can trust me, Kendra.” “I know.” He motioned for her to walk with him. “What did you have in mind? I don’t want you to take things into your own hands.”

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“I have no desire to do that, but there must be something I can do. Can I confront Lopez with cops as a backup? I’ll wear a wire.” “I can’t allow a private citizen to get involved.” “Would you rather I go in alone?” Kendra said. She was done with this. She wanted to get on with her life. Get back to work. Stop this nuttiness. Get Cliff back into a routine. She was tired. “No, I don’t want you anywhere near Lopez,” Nikolai said.

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“Your choice. At some point, I’m going to take matters into my own hands. You can be a part of it or not.” “You could get killed.” “Or I could defeat him. Get the evidence you need to put him away,” Kendra said. She had to convince him. When they messed with Cliff she was finished. No one messed with Cliff. He wasn’t her child, but she felt like a mama bear anyway. She’d raised him from infancy. He was going to have a better life than she had. No two-bit politician was going to take that away from him.

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Nikolai sighed. “Let me talk to my boss. You in a hurry to get anywhere?” “I’ll wait right here while you clear this with him or her. I’m not going anywhere until I know I can take care of this situation.” *** Sacha pulled into the driveway of his house. Something didn’t feel right. There were tire tracks in the little bit of mud. He hadn’t been up here and he hadn’t invited anyone. He drove faster over the dirt road hoping the suspension could handle it. He must get to Kendra, but there was no car when he

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arrived at the house. His phone began to buzz with a backlog of messages. He looked at the screen. Kendra and Viktor had called him. “I better check on Kendra, first.” Sacha left the car unlocked, but took the keys with him. He entered the house and some part of him knew that she wasn’t here. He checked every room. “Kendra?” No answer. “Kendra?”

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Where could she be? Out hiking? Out walking? He called her phone, but it went right to voicemail. Technology was great when it worked. He called Viktor instead. “Where have you been?” Viktor said. “What happened?” “Kendra came back to Manhattan to pick up Cliff because Alia was in the hospital. Alia is fine. Cliff is back with us. I left Kendra at the airport.” “Airport? Is my pilot bringing her back?”

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“I haven’t talked to her. I left her with Nikolai.” “Nik? What was he doing there?” “Maybe you need to talk to Nik or Kendra,” Viktor said. With assurances that Alia was fine, Sacha hung up. He dialed Nik’s number. He didn’t pick up either. Sacha decided to drive back to Manhattan or to the airport. He wasn’t sure where to go. He tried calling Kendra again. No answer. He left her a message. What was going on? He hoped nothing had happened to Kendra. He would never forgive

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himself. He was supposed to protect her. He’d told her that he would keep her safe. At least she’d gone of her own accord. No one had kidnapped her. If she was still with Nik then she was safe. Sacha fueled up the car the next chance he got. He tried calling Kendra few times, but he was out of range for a chunk of the trip. He called Viktor after he fueled up the car. He didn’t like being out of touch like this. “Where were you today anyway?” Viktor asked.

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He’d never told his brother about the son he gave up for adoption. He couldn’t tell him over the phone. Not right now. “It’s a loose end I’m tying up. Nothing to worry about.” “I’m not worried, but Mama said you haven’t been over in a while,” Viktor said. “I figure she’s got her attention on you, Alia and that impending baby,” Sacha said. He leaned on the hood of the car. This might have been the tiniest gas station he’d ever seen. Only two pumps and the guy at the register inside was probably standing here when they built it so they gave him a job.

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Might have been when Ford was still building Model Ts. “She is, but she hasn’t forgotten her other son.” “Okay. I’ll visit.” “You should bring Kendra.” “Kendra and I aren’t dating.” “No?” “No, we aren’t.” He wasn’t going to explain to Viktor about the contract. That sounded creepy, even to Sacha. His brother wouldn’t approve. What

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happened between him and Kendra was between them and no one else. Bringing her to his mother’s place would only make it seem like there was more. It was a business arrangement, mutually beneficial. There would be too many questions if he acted as if Kendra was his girlfriend. “No? You borrowed my club for her fundraiser. You brought her to your cabin. I know for a fact that you’ve never brought a woman there.” “I’m just protecting her,” Sacha said. “You protected Alia.”

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“And now I have a ring on my finger and a baby on the way.” “Not happening to me. When this is over, she’ll be gone. I’m sure she’ll be happy to get back to her life.” He didn’t mind Kendra there. He was getting the benefit of companionship and regular sex. More regular than the one time he did have a girlfriend. This was with no strings. No expectation of marriage or taking the relationship further. Kendra was already living with him, but that was temporary.

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Viktor chuckled. “You keep telling yourself that buddy.” This conversation was getting on his nerves. His brother acted as if he knew everything in the world. Just because he was older and had done a lot to raise Sacha, didn’t make him his father. “I don’t want to talk about my relationship with Kendra. I just want to know what happened today.” “What happened after I left? Don’t know. I haven’t talked to Kendra. We have Cliff. He’s safe. Alia is okay. The rest is your concern.

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Alia is calling me. We’re taking Cliff to the park.” “He likes the park.” “For not being in a relationship with Kendra, you’ve taken a lot of interest in her little brother.” “He’s a good kid.” “I didn’t even know that you liked children.” Once upon a time, he hadn’t. Wanted nothing to do with them. Lately he’d been more and more interested in them. Not to the point of having one, but only because he

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didn’t think he should be a single parent. If he had a kid, he wanted him or her to be raised by both parents. Sacha felt he’d missed out with his father being dead. This was one of the reasons he wanted to find his own child. He needed to make sure the kid was okay. “I’m going to go now, Viktor. I’ll talk to you later.” He pulled out onto the road and a car followed him. Odd. This was a country back road. The car sped up and came closer. “Back off buddy.” He doubted the guy’s insurance

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company would want to repair this car. The car came closer and closer. “Holy shit,” Sacha said when the other car hit him.

Chapter10 Kendra stood in the police station, in someone’s office, while a female police officer taped a tiny microphone into her bra. It was a dot that even Kendra would be hardpressed to find on her own mocha skin. “Even if they search you, they shouldn’t be able to find you.” “What if they followed me?” Kendra said “What if they were watching me?”

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“We sent a decoy for them to follow. You wouldn’t be here if any of the cops on the case thought that you’d been followed.” Kendra blew out a breath. She had never been this nervous in her life. She wished she could have talked to Sacha except that he’d probably talk her out if it. She’d been buoyed by his voice in her voicemail. She had hesitated to call him back, but now she was sorry she hadn’t. His voice would ground her and at the very least she’d have a good friend when this was all over. A friend whose advice she could

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trust. He was a smart man and would give his opinion freely. She could use a friend like that. She could probably use a husband or lover like that, but knew that was in the cards for her. She’d never settle now. Not after having Sacha treat her well. “You ready for this?” the office asked. She put her blouse back on. “As I’ll ever be.” The female officer opened the door. Nikolai came in. “I have some last minute instructions for you,” he said. “I’m listening.”

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“Last chance to back out,” Nikolai said. She couldn’t. She’d been on the sidelines in this situation too long. She wasn’t one to sit by and let everyone else do the work. No, this was her fight and she was going to take it right to Lopez. No matter how scared she was. “No. You have my letter?” “Yes, but I think you’ll be fine. We’re going to be right outside and meeting him in his office at City Hall ensures your protection. In a back alley we might not be able to keep you safe. You sure we can’t tell Sacha?” “No, don’t. He’ll talk me out of it.”

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“He’s going to be pissed when he find out.” “I’ll deal with Sacha. There will be no repercussions.” Unless, she died then all bets were off, but she didn’t think that would happen. She didn’t want to think that would happen. She’d prepared paperwork to give custody of Cliff to Viktor and Alia. They had the home and the lifestyle to raise a child. Sacha was a single guy who wanted to stay a single guy. Kendra blew out another breath. Her heart skittered in her chest. This was real, but hopefully when she was done, Lopez

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would be gone. The threat to her life would be gone. Cliff would be safe. She had to take care of her family. With her mother safely in a home, Cliff was it. She felt as mama bear about him as if she’d birthed him. “You’ve never seen Sacha’s temper, I take it. He even scares me and I carry a weapon.” Nikolai smiled. He was clearly trying to lighten the mood. Kendra waited outside of Councilman Lopez’ office. A secretary shuffled papers and answered phones behind a large wooden desk. An American flag hung on the wall. A

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sign said it had flown a mission in Iraq. After sweating a few minutes in the outer office, the secretary indicated that Kendra could go in. One more fortifying breath, the she walked into Lopez office as if it were her own. He sat behind his desk, not looking nervous at all. More like a wolf that had invited a chicken to sleep in his den. Not comforting to Kendra. She’d wanted him nervous. He wasn’t, she was: never a good position to be in. Fake it until you make it, she told herself. She shook the man’s hand though she

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wanted to wipe it on her pants afterwards. She already needed a shower just from being in his presence. She had a job to do and no choice about it. This man needed to be taken down. “Miss Elliot.” Lopez didn’t stand. “Mr. Lopez.” She didn’t bother with his title. He didn’t deserve it. If she had anything to do with it, he would have it for long. “What brings you to my office today?” He plastered on his politician smile. Gave Kendra the creeps. She sat without him offering her a seat. She knew all about power

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plays. She’d bet Sacha could teach this man a thing or two. “I think you know.” “Do I?” “Let’s not dance around the issue. I saw something and you think I’m going to tell about it.” “What did you think you saw?” “I know what I saw. I know what I heard.” “If you think you’re going to get me to confess to some drug deal you’re nuts,” Lopez said.

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This wasn’t going to be that easy. He probably suspected that she was wired. “But I’m going to go to the police.” “Why now?” “Because everyone is safe.” “Your

mother

up

in

that

home

for

Alzheimer’s patients?” Her blood chilled in her veins, but the place had top-notch security. She’d bet Nikolai was checking on it now. “So you know where my mother is.”

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“Yes, I do. And where that cute little boy is, too. I have a lot of power, Miss Elliot.” “Not once I talk.” “What is it you want?” “I want you to resign.” Lopez laughed. He threw back his head and let out a belly laugh. “You’re a funny lady, Miss Elliot. Anyone ever tell you that?” She let him laugh, her gaze never leaving his. “That’s the deal. You walk. I don’t talk.” “I’d bet that there’s something in your past that you aren’t happy with Miss Elliot. I’m

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going to find it and make sure you don’t talk.” *** Sacha fought to stay on the road. What the hell was this guy doing? He gripped the wheel. The second time the other car hit him on the corner. Almost made the car spin out. Sacha was thankful for a sturdy car. He sped up to try to get away from the maniac, but the road was windy. The other car was a late model Ford. A tank, but it couldn’t handle the curves the way his Bugatti could. The car was going to be worth every penny he’d have

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to pay to get it repaired. It would be his saving grace. Another curve loomed and the car hit him again. Sacha sped through the curve which slowed down the other car. Taking advantage he accelerated on the next straightaway then slowed only slightly to take the next turn. Miraculously, the car was still being him. It slammed into him again. This time Sacha wasn’t so lucky. He couldn’t get his car back in control. It fishtailed right then left. The other car backed off a little. Sacha couldn’t

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seem to keep his car on the road while another curve was looming. “Shit.” To his left was a stone wall. He didn’t want to run into that. To his right was a cliff. Filled with trees so he might stop easily, but at what cost? At this point, he didn’t care about the car. He wanted to get out alive. He wanted to see Kendra and Cliff. He needed to make sure they were safe. He needed Kendra to know something about his feelings for her. Right now, he had to get out of this situation. It wasn’t looking good. If he could change his

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will, Kendra would inherit enough to live a comfortable life. Right now she’d get nothing and she’d be in danger. Except that he knew Viktor would take her in. He would protect her. It was the Russian way. It was how they were raised. Just when Sacha thought he had control of his vehicle, the car behind him slammed into him again. This time Sacha was unable to stop what happened next. One second he was on the road. The next he was sailing over the cliff. He saw blue sky then trees. His car tilted as it hit some trees. He was getting

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banged around and he fought to stay conscious. Halfway down the hill, the car came to a stop against a stand of trees. Sacha’s head spun. He spent a minute trying to get the world to stop moving like that. No one came down the hill. No one checked on him. They left him to die. He was bleeding, but badly. He could still move his arms, but his one leg hurt like a bitch. He suspected that he’d pulled out the stitches in his shoulder. “Damn.” He gingerly reached for his phone. No bars. He needed to get one of those satellite

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phones. He’d have service everywhere. He groaned as he moved. His whole body was beginning to hurt now, but he couldn’t stay here. He had to get up the hill. Sacha undid his seatbelt then opened his door. The car was tilted, but he could get out the driver’s side. He let the door slam closed. Leaning against the car, he caught his breath. Sweat poured off of him because of how much pain he was experiencing. If he didn’t get up the hill, he’d never see Kendra again. Or Cliff or Viktor. He’d never see his new niece or nephew.

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Sacha had planned on living a full life. Not dying on the side of a road, taken out by some hood who paraded around as a Councilman. Damn Lopez. If Sacha made it out alive he was going after Lopez. The billionaire had the resources. He could take the man down. He could give Kendra her life back. He still had to find his son and make sure all was right with him. Sacha eyed the hill he’d come down. Steep and rocky, but he could go tree to tree. He took a deep breath, then headed for the first tree. He stumbled, but reached it.

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He stopped to catch his breath, then moved onto the next tree. He did this and lost complete track of time. His only goal was to get to the road. Someone would come by. He was sure of it. He couldn’t think otherwise. Kendra’s face appeared in his mind and the vision spurred him on. He had to get to the top. Then he was at the top. He could see the road. Just one more little bit and he dragged himself onto the shoulder. His legs hurt, but he didn’t think he’d broken anything. He sat

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in the gravel and waited for someone to drive by. A red pickup truck stopped. “You okay, mister?” A teenage boy scrambled out of the cab. He raced around to look at Sacha. “I’ve been in an accident. I need a hospital.” “Okay. Let me help you in.” The boy hoisted him up as if he weighed nothing. Must be a football player. He buckled Sacha into this truck then drove off. “My name is Sacha.”

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“I’m Jeb, nice to meet you. Did you take a turn too fast?” “Someone ran me off the road,” Sacha said. The truck bounced him around, but at least he knew he was alive. “That’s awful. The hospital is about a half an hour away.” Sacha closed his eyes. He must have slept because the boy was shaking him. “Sacha? We’re here.” Sacha opened his eyes to see someone in white with a wheelchair. He struggled to sit up then remembered he had his seatbelt on. The boy unhooked him. He climbed into

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the wheelchair. They settled him into a room then he began to fade. A nurse came in to ask him some questions, but he couldn’t stay awake so he let himself drift off to sleep with thoughts that he had to call Kendra. * Kendra couldn’t think of anything in her past that could embarrass her. She’d spent most of her adult life taking care of Cliff and her mother. She wasn’t going to be swayed. “Then again, after today, you probably won’t have that billionaire to protect you, anyway. Then you’ll be mine,” Lopez said.

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Kendra tried not to react, but she was suddenly worried about what Lopez had planned for Sacha. She didn’t know where he was. Was he hurt? She had to get out of here and find him. Not until Lopez said something incriminating. But the decision was taken away from her. The door behind her opened and three police officers strode in. Nikolai was behind them with a piece of paper in his hand. Distracted by them, Kendra didn’t see Lopez race around the desk. He grabbed her and held her close to him, a gun against her throat.

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She sucked in a breath, not sure what to do. She was frozen and that rarely happened. Growing up in a bad neighborhood, she knew how to defend herself. “Stop or I’ll shoot her,” Lopez said. “You’ll have a murder on your hands,” Nikolai said. “I don’t care. No one is going to convict me. I have too many judges in my pocket.” Nikolai put up his hands. “Think about this Lopez.” “No, you think about it.”

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He shoved Kendra at Nikolai. She stumbled into the man. He caught her, but when she turned Lopez was gone out a back door. One of the cops had to shove it hard to get it open. “You okay?” She took stock. “Yes, I’m fine.” “Your mother is safe. I called the cops in that town and they’ve put some extra security on. I’m sure Sacha will pick up the bill.” “Sacha? Have you heard from him?” “No he seems to be out of range.”

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She had to see him. “I don’t even know where he was going today.” Her phone rang. “It’s Viktor.” She answered it. “Kendra, I know where Sacha is. He’s in a hospital outside the city. I’ll send a car to get you. Where are you?” “City Hall,” she said. “Wait there. I’ll head up. Alia will stay with Cliff.” “Is he hurt badly?” Her

heart

would

break

if

something

happened to him. He‘d been so good to her.

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She was a perfect strange he’d taken into his home along with her brother. He’d done so much. She’d never get over it if he were hurt because of her. “He’s unconscious, but okay. They expect his body just needs to rest. I don’t have any details other than his car went off the road.” “Oh, no.” “He’ll be fine, Kendra. We Russians are made of tough stock. I’ll see you there.” She hung up. “Sacha has been in an accident. Viktor’s sending a car to pick me up.”

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Nikolai looked around. The forensic team had arrived, but there was one uniform. He pointed at the woman. “Take this woman downstairs and wait with her. She’d get a ride.” The officer nodded then followed Kendra to the elevator. Kendra’s heart was in her throat. What if something happened to Sacha? It would be her fault. Maybe she needed to stay away from him. He would be safer. They’d catch Lopez then she could be fine. Even if they didn’t, she’d put Sacha in

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danger. She wouldn’t forgive herself if he didn’t live. The car came a half an hour later. It seemed like hours to Kendra. She wouldn’t be happy until she saw Sacha. When she knew for sure he was okay. Then she’d leave. She’d find some other place to live. Cliff could stay with Viktor, but Kendra would find a different location. She had to stay away from Sacha so he’d be safe. He wasn’t really part of this except that he’d harbored her. He shouldn’t be hurt because of what he’d done for her.

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The scenery passed her by, but she didn’t see it. The hospital sat on a lawn of green. It wasn’t very big and Kendra wondered if it had all the facilities to deal with Sacha’s injuries. Was he getting the best care? Not that she had the resources to move him, but Viktor would. With a heavy heart, Kendra shuffled into the emergency department, which was bustling with noise and people. She spotted Viktor who gave her a warm smile. He should be mad at her, not greeting her like she was family.

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He gave her a hug. “I haven’t seen him, yet, but the nurse is telling me that he’s awake.” “I’m so worried. All this is my fault,” Kendra said. Viktor shook his head. He hadn’t let her go and she felt guilty taking strength from him. “Sacha doesn’t do anything that he doesn’t want to do. He took you in, knowing the risks. Don’t beat yourself up about this.” “I can’t help it,” she said. “He wouldn’t be hurt if it weren’t for me.” “Stop, Kendra. It isn’t productive. I wish Alia were here because she’s better at this.”

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“You’re doing fine.” She let him go, not that she wouldn’t feel guilty about what happened. “You need coffee or something to eat?” His brother was lying in a hospital bed. How could he be so concerned with her comfort? “I’m fine. I should be asking you that. He’s your brother.” “I know he’s fine, Kendra. We’ll get to see him soon.” “They won’t let me in. I’m not family,” she said.

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“We’ll tell them that you’re his wife.” “We can’t lie. Besides, that might cause Sacha to have a heart attack.” “I think he’ll be glad to see you. Don’t worry, we’ll get you in.” Viktor was so sure of himself. Was it a family trait or a Russian trait? She didn’t know, but she appreciated it at the moment even if she didn’t think she deserved it. *** Everyone kept calling him Sacha, so he assumed that was his name. He knew he was in

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a hospital and he was in some pain. He didn’t know what had happened. A cop walked into his room. “I’m Officer Kenney. Can I talk to you?” Was he in trouble? “Sure.” “Can you tell me what happened?” The officer pulled out a notepad and a pen. He clicked the pen, the stared at him. Sacha. He had to remember that he was Sacha. “Uh. I can’t.” “No?”

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“I don’t have any memory of what happened to put me in here,” Sacha said. The officer nodded. “You told the boy who brought you in here that you were run off the road. Do you think that is the story?” “Might be. I don’t remember.” “Would you know why someone forced you off the road?” “No, sir.” The cop frowned. “Okay. I’m going to go talk to your brother and your wife.”

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Wife? He looked down at his left hand. He had a wife? He didn’t feel married but then again what did that feel like? He didn’t know. The cop left. A nurse came in. She checked his vital signs. “We’re going to admit you overnight for observation,” she said. He didn’t want to stay, but he had no idea where home was. Hopefully he’d figure it out before he left here. “Okay.” “We’ll move you into a room in an hour. We just have to complete our tests here.” “Do you understand, I’ve lost my memory?”

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“Yes. It will probably come back soon. Or it could take a few weeks. Your wife and brother are here to see you.” Wife? He was still wrapping his brain around that word. Did he have kids? He’d have to ask her. Would they warn them that he didn’t know who he was let alone who they were? Maybe they’d look familiar. Maybe it would all come back to him when he saw them. A tall man walked into the room followed by a mocha-skinned beauty. He had good taste in women, for sure. She was beautiful, but he

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knew by the hesitant look in her eyes that she knew of his predicament. “Hi, Sacha. I’m Viktor. I’m your brother.” “So I hear.” He wasn’t looking at him. He was staring at the woman. She was very beautiful. He’d bet their children, if they had any, were amazing looking, especially if they took after her. “Hi, I’m Kendra.” She didn’t say she was his wife, but they might not have let her in if she wasn’t. “They’re admitting me overnight.”

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“How are you feeling?” Kendra said. She didn’t come closer. He wasn’t going to break. “Okay, considering. They tell me someone ran me off the road. Can anyone explain why?” Kendra and Viktor exchanged a glance. They must know what happened and why. “The doctor said not to worry you with that right now,” Viktor said. Kendra looked worried and upset. Was his condition worse than they were telling him? “What’s going on?” That look again between the two.

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“Let’s wait until you’re settled in your room before we talk,” Viktor said. “We’ll tell you everything then.” “That bad?” “Maybe,” Kendra said. For being his wife, she wasn’t making much eye contact. Was she having an affair? With his brother? Is that why they were here together? “Did we have a fight?” Sacha asked. “No, of course not,” Kendra said. “It’s just a complicated story. There’s no privacy here.”

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Sacha frowned, but he’d let them tell him later. “Do you need food?” Kendra said. That sounded wifely. “They’re going to feed me when I get in my room. I feel like I haven’t eaten all day.” “Are you in pain?” she asked. He yawned. “I’m thinking they gave me some pain medication. It’s making me loopy.” “That happens when you take stuff like that. You don’t handle it well, but you’ll be in the hospital so you’ll be fine.”

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Sacha nodded at his wife. He had a sense of being in the hospital recently. Should he ask? “Was I here recently?” A look came across Kendra’s face, but he couldn’t interpret it. “Yes, but that’s part of what we need to talk about later.” “Okay. I’ll be quiet. If you guys need food or coffee, go ahead. I think I’m going to sleep.” He closed his eyes for a moment. Well it seemed like a moment. Then he was being wheeled to an elevator. “Where’s my wife? Does she know I’m being moved?” he said.

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“She knows. She’ll be waiting for you upstairs.” Sacha wondered where they lived. What did he do for a living? Was he poor? Rich? He hoped

they

would

answer

all

of

his

questions. Kendra was waiting for him upstairs. “I put your clothes in the closet.” “Thank you.” He shifted to the other bed and then everyone left them alone. He patted the bed. “Come sit.” She did, but she didn’t look

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thrilled. When she sat he said, “Kiss me. I want to see if I remember you.” She looked at him as if he had two heads. “Uh, okay. Then we’ll talk when Viktor gets here. He’s calling Alia.” She leaned down and placed those luscious lips against his. It did feel like coming home, it felt like they’d know each other a long time. He grabbed the back of her head to deepen the kiss. Someone cleared a throat. “Ahem.” Viktor was in the doorway smiling. “Sorry to interrupt.”

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Kendra stared at him. “Do you remember me?” Sacha put his fingers to his lips. They had some memory of her. He knew how to kiss her and she knew how to kiss him. Something stirred in his brain, but then was gone. So this was his wife. She was a good kisser. Her eyes studied him. “No, sorry. I don’t remember a thing.”

Chapter11 Kendra watched Sacha’s eyes as they approached the house in upstate New York. They’d brought his driver along so they would have a way to get around other than the Maserati in his garage. Viktor had insisted that the driver was also a bodyguard and they might need him. “I would feel better if the driver was there,” Viktor had said. “Especially with his memory loss.”

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The hospital had insisted that he didn’t need a nurse. That he would probably remember things in good time. Sacha’s mouth fell open. “I own this?” “Yes. And an apartment in Manhattan, among other places.” “What do I do?” he asked. “You are a lawyer and you are in the midst of opening a nightclub.” “Why are we out here and not in Manhattan?” he said as he climbed out of the car. She didn’t know how much to tell him. The nurse hadn’t been clear. The nurse hadn’t

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really known their situation. She’d been talking to Kendra as if she were his wife. She wasn’t. There were no feelings between Kendra and Sacha. There was only a contract that was on hold for the moment. “Just a getaway until you feel better.” He frowned back at her. “Until I remember.” “Right.” The driver parked the car. They didn’t have luggage. All of their stuff was already here. Kendra unlocked the front door. Sacha let her go ahead of him. Always the gentleman.

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He closed the door behind her. His eyes roved over the foyer and the stairs going up in front of him. He put a hand on Kendra’s hair. “I still can’t believe that I am married to such a beautiful woman.” He’d been saying that a lot since the hospital. She couldn’t tell him the truth. Hopefully, he wouldn’t be mad when he found out. Viktor had only said it so she could see him in the hospital. Was he going to want to sleep with her?

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Not that she minded, but it might be like cheating on Sacha. Not that he had any right to keep her from sleeping with someone else. Even if that someone else was technically him. It was all confusing. She would have to read over the discharge instructions to be sure she was doing the right things. Kendra couldn’t help leaning into the hand that was massaging her scalp. “You hungry?” “I am.” “I’ll cook us something.”

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He followed her into the kitchen. Kind of a like a puppy dog. He had a sweet smile on his face. Gone was the serious and stern expression that Sacha usually had on his face. She rather liked the “new” Sacha. He wasn’t scary at all. Or at least he didn’t look scary. This Sacha smiled a lot more. This Sacha was a little unnerving after being used to the old Sacha. The real one. Kendra would adapt. She was still in danger, and even if she wasn’t, she’d never leave him. He’d taken her in and kept her safe. She owed him her life.

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If he wanted her body, he could have that, too. Even if it would be a little weird. “What can I do?” Sacha said. “Set up two places at the island.” She pointed to the silverware drawer. “The cutlery is in there.” Seemed odd to be directing him in his own house. The nurse said he could remember at any time. Hopefully, it could be sooner rather than later. Not that she minded being his nurse, but she had an idea for another fundraiser for her Alzheimer’s charity.

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Could she pull it off with Sacha in the state he was in? She could. She’d have to. She couldn’t just sit here in this country house and do nothing. It wasn’t part of her nature. She needed to be busy. Cliff was at Viktor’s house, so she didn’t need to mind him. She only needed to mind Sacha. If he remembered things soon, then she’d be out of a nursing job. Sacha did as she asked as she gathered the ingredients for pesto. She put water in a pot to boil, and then pulled out the food processor to make the basil concoction.

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“That smells great,” Sacha said as he slid onto stool. “What is it?” “Pesto. I’ll heat it up and put it over pasta.” “Do I like pasta?” “Yes, you do. I don’t know how to make any Russian dishes. You always made those,” Kendra said. He nodded. “I’ll eat whatever you put in front of me.” “That’s pretty much how I am,” Kendra said. She would miss Sacha’s cooking. Since he’d been the first man ever to do that for her, it was part of his charm. Not that she was in

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love with the man, but she did like him. And found him attractive. She poured some pasta into the boiling water. Sacha shouldn’t have wine for a few days, so she didn’t bother offering it. She wanted some just to calm her nerves, but she would do without. The house had a wellstocked cellar and she’d bet that the cost of the wine in the basement was more than her apartment’s rent. The apartment she’d finally given up. She didn’t know where she would go when this was all over, but she’d bet that Sacha

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wouldn’t just kick her out. He’d give her some time when they were done. He wasn’t a mean man. He had compassion, shown by the fact that he was searching for his son. Well, was, before the accident. A few minutes later, she served him food. He smiled at her. “Thanks. I’m starving.” He dug into his food. She ate hers more slowly. “How long have we been married?” “Just a few months,” she lied. “Why don’t we wear rings?” “We just haven’t found the ones we like yet.”

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He reached out and took her left hand “No engagement ring?” She looked at his large hand, holding hers. “I left it at the apartment.” “You should get it. It’s important to wear it,” he said. If it existed, she would. *** Something about his wife’s lack of engagement ring bothered Sacha. It didn’t sit right. He decided he’d do some snooping after dinner. If he was this rich, why wouldn’t she have a gargantuan engagement ring?

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He’d find out the truth. He didn’t think Kendra meant any harm. His brother, who he should be able to trust, had no problem with her. A memory sifted through the fog in his brain. Kendra. Naked. What a nice picture. He lounged on the couch. He’d washed the dishes then wondered what he usually did with himself. “Kendra?” She came in from the kitchen. “Yes?” “What do I do in the evenings?” She laughed. “You are usually on the phone, working.”

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“I work that much?” “Yes. That’s how you got this rich.” He laughed. “Do I neglect you?” Kendra bit her lip. “Not really, but it feels that way sometimes. You make it up in other ways.” Sacha licked his lips. He’d bet. He didn’t think he should bed her until his memory was back. That would be odd. Maybe I could kiss her. He patted a spot beside him on the couch. “Until I get my memory back, it’ll be hard to conduct business. Why don’t I pay some attention to you while I can?”

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Her eyebrows went up. “I’m not talking about sleeping with you, Kendra. I think that’s asking too much of both of us. I do find you attractive, but I’d like my memory back. Besides, my body is still sore from the crash.” She nodded then sat next to him. Her eyes were wary. Was he not treating her well? “How did I win your heart?” Sacha had a fleeting vision of a contract. A prenuptial agreement? If he was that rich he’d probably have one. Was that the contract they’d signed?

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Kendra hesitated. Was it not romantic? There was something more here. Something he had to get to the bottom of. She was his wife, right? “What’s wrong?” he said. “I guess it’s just not that romantic. I ran into you on the street. Literally ran into you. You kept me from falling and then I guess the rest is history,” she said. There was more to this tale, and Sacha felt since he’d woken up, that people were hiding something from him. Was he a bastard? Was

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he abusive? This bothered him as much as the amnesia. He put a hand on Kendra’s arm. “Was I abusive? Did I beat you?” She laughed. “No, Sacha. There are just parts of your life that the doctor said would be better not to discuss.” “So I’m not some asshole?” “No, Sacha, you’re a good man who has protected me,” Kendra said. “Protected you from what?” She sighed. She pressed her lips together.

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“Is this the part the doc thinks I shouldn’t be bothered with?” Sacha said. “Yes.” “Look, I don’t know what’s going on, but knowing that people are hiding something from me is worse than not remembering who I am. Please tell me, Kendra. Tell me everything.” She swallowed. “We aren’t married. Viktor said that so I could see you in the hospital.” “Are we lovers?” “Yes.”

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But there was more to this. More that she was clearly hesitant to tell him. He sighed. “Okay. Thanks. I appreciate your honesty. I was trying to figure out what kind of cheap asshole I was in not giving you a gargantuan rock.” Kendra laughed. “No rock. That’s fine.” Sacha laughed. “Okay. At least I know I have nice taste in women. You are beautiful, Kendra.” She looked down at her hands. “Thanks, Sacha.” “How did I make my money?”

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“You invested wisely when you were in college. You also now do real estate development. You’re working on renovating a building in Manhattan to make the bottom floor a night club and the upper floors offices. Including one for you.” “I guess I don’t sit still often.” “Other than when you’re sleeping, this is the most still I’ve seen you,” Kendra said. This woman was delightful. Smart and funny and sexy. He had good taste. Maybe he should marry her. Something about that idea didn’t sit right. Was he an avowed bachelor?

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He’d bet that this woman could talk him out of that. Why hadn’t she? “What do you do?” “I’m a lawyer for a non-profit,” she said. “But you’re up here out of the city with me.” “Uh, there’s someone looking for me. I was a witness to a crime,” she said. “You’ve taken me in and we became lovers.” “I see. Not romantic really. Am I good to you?” “You are, Sacha. You have taken me in and given me a home. You treat me like a queen.”

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“That’s good to know.” He yawned. “I bet that I don’t go to bed this early.” “No, but you need to rest and heal,” Kendra said. “Will you stay with me? Or would you be more comfortable in your own room?” “Whichever you want, but I’m not ready for bed. You go ahead. I’ll come in later,” Kendra said. Sacha kissed her on the cheek because it seemed normal to do something when he left her. Instead of going to bed, he booted up his

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laptop. He searched for the document that he remembered signing. He found it. He and Kendra had a contract to be lovers. How very efficient of him. A little cold. He should rip up that contract and just be her lover. Then it all came back. The car accident. Kendra in trouble. His heart raced, reliving it all. He was sweaty from it all and decided to take a shower. He would tear up the contract, but he wasn’t ready to tell Kendra that he had his memory back.

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He was tired from how relaxing the shower was, so he went right to bed. Minutes later, his eyes were drooping. He might tell her in the morning. Or should he wait? How indecisive of him. * Kendra crawled into bed with Sacha. He was fast asleep, but he rolled over and spooned with her. Just like normal. Not that she often went to bed after him. Usually she was in bed first. He didn’t seem to need much sleep. Now she was awake and he was gone. That was much more normal. She hadn’t wanted

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to tell him everything that she said last night, but he’d been persistent. The doctor hadn’t been realistic in thinking she could keep things from him. He would have asked until he got the answer. Persistence was an integral part of his personality. If you knew Sacha, you knew that. She smelled bacon. Her stomach rumbled. Was Sacha cooking? She showered and then followed the smell. He was indeed in front of the cooktop. In just his jeans. Her mouth went dry. He was a sexy man. Even with

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some bandages on his body and bruises on his back. He turned to her. His smile lit up the room and she could tell. He was back. “Hi,” he said. He handed her coffee just the way she liked it. “Hi, thanks.” He stood inches from her, his male scent wafting off him. “I remember it all.” “Oh?” “Yes. I do.” He leaned down and kissed her. “How are you feeling?”

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“Sore. Slept really well, though. Probably longer than I’ve slept in a long time.” “You need to rest. Doctor’s orders.” “I will. I promise. I just wanted to make breakfast.” “I’ll clean up as you sit here,” Kendra said. Her phone rang. She fished it out of her pocket. “Whispering Pines.” Sacha’s brow knit. “Okay.” Kendra answered it. “Miss Elliott?” “Yes.”

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“This is Holly Green, Director of Whispering Pines. I regret to inform you that your mother has died.” Kendra gasped. Sacha stepped closer, taking hold of her arm. “When?” she said. “We found her this morning. It was natural causes.” Kendra gulped. Her mother. Gone. But in many ways the woman was gone years ago. “Okay. I’ll make the arrangements. Can you give me the name of a funeral home up there?”

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“I can text you one and the number for them. I’m so sorry for your loss, Miss Elliott.” “Thank you.” Kendra hung up. Her mind was in a daze. “What’s wrong?” Sacha asked. “My mother died.” “Oh, shit.” He pulled her into his arms. “I’m sorry, Kendra.” She enjoyed his warmth and strength. What would she do without Sacha? She would have to figure that out eventually. When all of this was over, she was going back to her life. He’d made that clear. They had a contract.

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He let her go, his gaze taking her in. “Are you okay? What can I do?” Of course, that would be Sacha’s first instinct—to jump in and help. “I have to make the arrangements for her funeral. I’ll bury her where I can find a plot.” “You seem awfully calm.” “I’m in shock, I guess. Or maybe I’ve known this was coming for a long time.” “Okay. Make your calls. I’ll get us some security for the funeral and then we’ll be off.” Kendra shook her head. “No viewing. Just the funeral. She didn’t have any friends.”

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“Tell me the place and time and I’ll get you protected.” Still taking care of her. He wasn’t fully healed from his accident, but he was still taking care of her. “You think I need it all the way up here?” “Yes. We can’t be too careful, Kendra.” “Okay.” She wasn’t sure what she should do next when she received the text for a funeral home. She called it and made the arrangements. Sacha put some food in front of her as

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she sat in the kitchen. Picking at it, she called Tembi. Her best friend would want to know. “Hey girl,” Tembi said. “Hey. Bad news. My mother died.” Tembi gasped. “I’m so sorry, Kendra. My goodness.” “Thanks.” “Are you having a funeral?” “Just with Cliff and me. I don’t want to endanger anyone else.” “Okay, Kendra. I understand. If you need anything, call me.”

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“I will.” Kendra called the funeral home that the woman had texted her. She made all of the arrangements. Sacha busied himself doing the dishes. She wished he’d sit. He was looking a little pale. Even for him. She disconnected her last call. “Sacha, I’ll do the dishes.” “No, I’m fine.” “No, you aren’t. Please sit. You’re making me nervous.” He smiled. “I’m almost done.” Then his smiled dimmed and he grabbed the counter.

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Kendra was by his side. “Dizzy?” “A little. Okay, I’ll go sit on the couch.” “I’ll be in there in a minute. We can watch a movie together.” He nodded, then left her. She finished the dishes. When she entered the living room, Sacha was asleep on the couch. She found a throw blanket and put it on him. He murmured, but didn’t wake up. She studied him. He was a strong, handsome man. So odd to see him this weak, but he had to take time to recover. Even if his memory was back, he was still healing physically.

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His eyes fluttered open. “You’re staring at me.” “I am.” “Come snuggle with me.” “I don’t trust you to just snuggle.” He smiled that smile that told her what he was thinking and it wasn’t about snuggling. “Promise. We’ll just snuggle.” He lifted the blanket for her to crawl underneath it. She did, facing him. He put his arms around her. “Thanks for being here, Sacha.” “Where else would I be?”

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She shrugged. “I don’t know.” “Let’s get some sleep. We’ll just snuggle,” he said. She laughed. “You must not feel well if you’re content to hold me.” His eyes were half-open. “I’m not feeling well, but I’m better now that you’re here. We can help each other out, Kendra.” “Mm.” He didn’t say anything more, just let out a little snore. ***

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Sacha knew he should rest more, but now that his memory was back, he wanted to find his son. He wanted to visit the Bermans again, the couple he was sure had adopted him. They’d named the boy Ethan. Sacha liked the name, but he believed the couple had lied to him. They knew where he was and he needed to confront them again. That’s why, against Kendra’s advice, Sacha took the car and drove back to New Jersey. He had a little trepidation about leaving Kendra by herself, but he was on a mission. He’d alerted the local police and the chief

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had insisted he would send a car out in that direction regularly. Sacha made a contribution to the local Police Benevolent Association to ensure the chief would remember. He’d driven within sight of Manhattan and it still had the pull. His mouth watered. He missed the noise and the restaurants, even though he liked to cook. But Kendra wasn’t there. Kendra was waiting for him at his house. A house he was beginning to think of as home. Because Kendra was there. That was dangerous. She was going back to her life when this was all done. They were

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closing in on Lopez. They would find him. Kendra would be safe. She’d go back to that other job. Back to her life. She and Cliff would find a place to live. Hopefully, by then he’d find his son. He wouldn’t be alone. He heard kids were babe magnets. Maybe his son would find him his next woman. The house looked the same as it did last time. For this visit, he didn’t call. Mrs. Berman answered the door. She was dressed in a shabby housecoat. The place hadn’t been vacuumed in what looked like weeks.

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She sat down across the coffee table from Sacha. “He isn’t here. Whoever you’re looking for isn’t here.” “Where is he?” She started to cry. That silent cry that had tears running down her face, but no noise coming out of her. “He’s with Social Services. He’s probably in a foster home by now.” “What happened?” “The lady came. She took him away. For no reason.” “I don’t believe that,” Sacha said.

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Now he was angry. His kid was with strangers. Probably scared. Could he find him today? She sighed. “Bud hit him. He was still bruised when the lady came so she took him.” “Guess he didn’t lie for you.” “No, he didn’t.” That’s my boy. He left her crying on the sofa. She was not his concern. His son was. He went to the county Social Services office house in an old white building with Doric columns on the front.

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“Can I help you?” A petite woman behind a counter looked at him expectantly. She had on the brightest shirt he’d ever seen. “Yes, I’m trying to track down a child that should be in your system,” Sacha said. “Name?

“Mine or the child?” “The child.” “Ethan Berman. He was taken from his adoptive parents’ home and might be with foster parents.”

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“Are you the lawyer for the parents?” “No, I’m the boy’s father. I signed away rights when he was born. I was young and stupid.” She stopped with her fingers poised over her keyboard. “So you have no legal rights to the child?” Sacha frowned. “No, I don’t, technically.” “Then I can’t tell you where he is. Here’s what I would advise. Get yourself a lawyer who knows the ins and outs of the law and come back. He’ll know what to ask and what to do.”

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Sacha leaned closer, giving her a big grin that he knew melted hearts. “Can you recommend anyone?” She looked around as if she didn’t want anyone to hear her. “Yes. Look up Tom Fleischer. He’s local and he’s been able to get kids back for people in just your type of situation,” she said. Sacha held out his hand. “Thank you.” She gripped his hand for a moment, her smile big, her eyes fluttering. “You’re welcome.”

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He’d been around long enough to know that women responded to his smile. He kissed her hand, then left her blushing. He climbed into his car and put the lawyer’s name in the search engine on his phone. He had an address. He clicked on it to navigate to the man’s office. It was only a block away, so he walked. The office was in a storefront. Shutters inside blocked the glass windows. Sacha opened the door and was surprised by the office. It was paneled with wood and the lawyer had a receptionist. It didn’t look that good from the outside.

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Normally he’d go for a high-priced New York lawyer, but he needed someone local. “Can I help you?” The woman behind the desk had the reddest hair that Sacha had ever seen. “I don’t have an appointment, but I was hoping I could speak to Mr. Fleischer. The woman at social services recommended him.” “Well, you’re in luck. He’s here and he’s free.” She led him to a back office where a large man sat behind a large desk. He struggled to

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his feet to shake Sacha’s hand. Sacha told him his tale of woe. “I can take the case. Before we do anything, we have to prove he is your son. That requires DNA testing. A blood test. You willing?” “Yes.” “We’ll have to get the court to get one from the boy.” “Whatever needs to be done,” Sacha said. When he left the man’s office, Sacha felt he was the closest he’d ever been to getting his

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son. He climbed into his car, tired from the day, but exhilarated also. He called Kendra. “Hi.” “Hey, beautiful.” “You sound like you had a good day,” she said. “I did. I’ll tell you all about it over dinner. I should be back there in about three hours.” “I’ll have something ready.” “Good.” He hung up and couldn’t wipe the grin off of his face if you held a gun to his head.

Chapter12 Kendra looked in the mirror one more time. She wore a black dress for her mother’s funeral, of course. Sacha was coming with her. Viktor and Alia were bringing Cliff. She’d talked to him two nights ago. He was having a blast. Kendra felt guilty since Alia was due in a month. They insisted that they’d be fine with Cliff and the baby, but Kendra wasn’t so sure. Hopefully, this would all be over by

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then. That gave Kendra a twinge. That would mean that she would have to leave Sacha. She was used to Sacha being around. She was getting used to this lifestyle. She could get a better job and provide this lifestyle for Cliff. Now that her mother was no longer alive, she had some more freedom. And she could pay Sacha back for the funeral expenses. He’d paid for it, just giving the funeral home his credit card. The man was generous. She was beginning to feel guilty. He hadn’t even tried to have sex with her.

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She knew the doctor had cleared him. What was his problem? She was itching to have sex with him. She suspected that she’d have a long dry spell after she left his place. Might as well have as much sex as possible now. Especially today. She was burying her mother. At a younger age, than she’d ever thought possible, but that was the problem with early onset Alzheimer’s. Kendra’s heart hurt. Sacha appeared behind her. He put his arms around her. “I’m here, Kendra.” “I appreciate that.”

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If it weren’t for this man, she would be dead. Someone would be burying her. He kissed her head. “You ready?” “I am.” He took her hand. “I’m here for you, Kendra. You tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.” She smiled. “Just be here.” He drove her to the cemetery. Viktor and Alia were already there. Cliff ran over to Kendra when she climbed out of the car. He hugged her. “Alia said that Grandma is in a better place.”

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“She is, Cliff.” He held her hand as they walked to the gravesite. Sacha was right behind her. It felt like a family. She kissed Alia and Viktor. “Thank you for bringing him.” “No problem. He’s a really good kid. We’ve been having fun,” Alia said. She glanced at Viktor. “We bought a game system and I’m not sure who is having more fun with it, Cliff or Viktor.” Viktor smiled. “What? Someone has to play with the kid.”

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“Right. Taking one for the team,” Alia said, winking at Kendra. What a sweet and easy relationship they had. Sacha squeezed her hand. Cliff was bounding around at her feet, dressed in a suit. A minister walked over to the gravesite. “I’m Reverend Stone. I’ll be officiating,” he said. He was a gray-haired man dressed in black. He did most of the funerals for the burials in this cemetery, so that had been good enough for Kendra. She wasn’t religious. She didn’t have any contacts at any churches.

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Besides, the ceremony wasn’t going to be long. It was just them, but Kendra needed a little closure. Even if she’d been expecting this day to come for five years. The minister did his best, but he hadn’t known her mother. Kendra herself hadn’t known her mother for some time, but remembered how she’d been. The minister left. They each put a handful of dirt onto the coffin. Then they all gathered around Kendra. She appreciated the warmth of the family feeling. She’d miss these people.

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“Tell me about your mother, Kendra,” Alia said. They stood by the gravesite. The day had dawned warm, but not too hot to be out in the sun. Kendra thought for a moment. What could she say about her mother? What would make them understand what an amazing person she’d been in her prime? Before this awful disease had taken her from Kendra and Cliff. “She was supportive and loving,” Kendra said finally. “When I said I wanted to go to college, she never doubted that I could do it.

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When I applied to law school, she was behind me one hundred percent,” Kendra said. Sacha held her hand. “She sounds like our mother. Whatever I said I wanted to do, my mother gave me encouragement.” Kendra smiled, tears forming in her eyes. “I have already grieved for her most of the way. The woman I knew had been gone for a while.” Cliff squeezed her hand. “It’s okay, Kendra.” She looked down at her brother who had been her only family for the last five years. Then back to Sacha and Viktor. They seemed

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like family now and she regretted that she’d have to eventually say goodbye to them. It made her heart hurt even more. Sacha must have sensed her feelings because he took her in his arms. “It’s okay, Kendra. We’re here.” She took in his warmth. Then she stepped away. “Can I have a moment alone?” “Sure,” he said. They moved away from her, giving her space. She looked at her mother’s coffin. “Goodbye, Mom. I love you.”

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Then a shot rang out. Kendra didn’t know what to do. Sacha ran to her, then grabbed her. He shoved her into his car. She looked back as they drove away. Viktor was getting Alia and Cliff into his car. “What the hell?” Kendra said. “Guess my security didn’t work,” Sacha said. “Damn them.” “How could anyone find me up here?” “I don’t know, sweetie, but I’m not happy.” “You think we’re safe at the house?” “Yes. We have lots of security. I feel safe there.”

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She sat back, her mind whirling from the events of the day. It wasn’t even lunch time and she was wrung out already. This was nuts. She had to do something. She couldn’t just sit here. Sacha put his hand on her knee. “Don’t get any ideas. I’m going to keep you safe and when they find Lopez, you’ll be fine.” *** Sacha drove down the long driveway to his house. Kendra had fallen asleep not too long into the ride. She was probably feeling horrible after the day they’d had. His heart went

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out to her. She’d buried her mother and gotten shot at all in one day. Half a day, since it was just lunchtime. This was the most serene he’d seen her in a few days. He was pretty sure taking care of him had taken a little toll on her. He’d make it up to her. Whatever she wanted today was hers. Money was no object, but he’d bet that Kendra wouldn’t choose things. She’d choose experiences. He parked the car in the garage, closing the door behind him. He turned off the ignition, but Kendra didn’t stir. He studied her. She

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was a beautiful woman. Sometimes he wondered what she saw in him. Why had she agreed to that contract? Did she feel obligated to sleep with him? Since regaining his memory, he was having guilt about their arrangement. His ego wanted her in his bed because she wanted to be, not because she had to be. Should he tear up the contract? She still didn’t wake. She must need the sleep. So he left her in the car to go fill up the bathtub. He put candles around it then lit them. A good soak would do her body good.

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“What are you doing?” Kendra said. She was in the doorway, sleep still in her eyes, making them darker than usual. “I was drawing you a bath. It’s been a rough day.” “Did you call Nik?” “Not yet. I wanted to see what he had to say about your safety. I don’t want to move again unless we have to, but I will. We have other options.” She yawned and stretched. “I’m hungry.” She looked like a dark kitten. He smiled. “I’ll make lunch while you’re in here.”

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“Okay. Thanks, Sacha. I appreciate your presence here. And Alia and Viktor.” He kissed her nose as he left her to her bath. “No problem, sweetie.” Had he just called her sweetie? It seemed natural and she didn’t call him on it. He made them some sandwiches, then went back to the bathroom. Kendra was in the tub, and he began to think about her naked underneath those bubbles. No, this was about soothing her. That didn’t involve sex for a woman.

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“I made lunch, but it can wait if you want to stay in there longer.” She shook her head. “No, I’m good. I’ll be prune-like if I don’t get out soon.” He took a towel off the warmer and held it out. She rose out of the water looking like a darker version of Venus. God, the sight of her naked took his breath away. He’d like to skip lunch, but he wasn’t going to ask that of her. She’d buried her mother this morning. She dried herself off, then wrapped a robe around her. “I’m ready for lunch.”

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Oh, God. She was going to be naked while they ate. He was in trouble because all he could think about was peeling that robe off her. He held out his hand. “Ready?” “Ready.” He led her to the kitchen where he’d made grilled cheese sandwiches. Kendra’s eye lit up. “I haven’t had one of these in years.” “American comfort food.” “Tomato soup?” “Yes.”

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He poured soup into bowls for them, placing one in front of her. “How did you know?” “I looked it up on the internet. I figured you could use some comfort today. It’s been a rough one.” She kissed him on the lips, her hands framing his face. “Thank you, Sacha.” She picked up the sandwich then dipped it into the tomato soup. Sacha watched as she took a bite, her eyes falling closed. “You dip the sandwich in the soup?” he said. “Yes.”

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“Why is this comfort food?” he said as he picked up the sandwich. He’d cut them into quarters as he’d seen online. “Because in the winter time, my mother used to serve this to me for lunch on Saturdays when I was home from school.” “I see. It makes you think of home.” “What would your comfort food be?” Kendra asked. “My mother’s borscht. She made it on winter Saturdays too, and the house would smell like it for the next two days,” he said.

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She smiled as if she liked that he’d shared that. He liked her smile. Full of life despite what she’d gone through that day. He dipped the corner of the sandwich into the soup, then took a bite. The cheese was warm and soft. The soup gave it a sweet flavor. “Interesting,” he said. “It’s not borscht, but I could see how this would be warming on a winter’s day.” Kendra clapped her hands together and laughed. “We’ll make you an American, yet.” “I think I’m pretty American.”

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She smiled. “Have you ever had peanut butter and jelly sandwiches?” “Maybe once. My roommates in college used to eat them when they didn’t like what was in the dining hall. I’m from Russia. We eat what’s served. No choices.” “Then let’s have them for dinner.” Her smile warmed him and he’d eat peanut butter and jelly for dinner if it made her happy. If that smile stayed on her face. What the hell was wrong with him? He’d never given up this much of himself. Ever. Never.

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But this was Kendra. This was one day in her life. He’d get back to normal when she was gone. For some reason, that didn’t warm him. The idea that Kendra wouldn’t be in his life left him cold. He shouldn’t feel that way. He had to remember. This was just sex. Nothing more. Nothing less. At least he’d made her feel better after the funeral and shooting. * Kendra had enjoyed her lunch. She’d also enjoyed Sacha’s company more than she had in

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a while. He was unguarded. Silly, even. He’d been trying to cheer her up and been doing a great job of it. She cleared away the lunch dishes. Sacha watched her. “I’m okay. I’m not going to shatter, Sacha.” “I know that.” “Then stop looking at me as if I’m going to explode.” “I’m sorry.” She was washing the dishes. He came up behind her and put his arms around her. She basked in his warmth and strength. Leaning

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her head back onto his shoulder, it all felt right. That scared her. It shouldn’t feel this right. This was sex. Speaking of which, she wanted some. She wiggled her butt against him. “Hey. Don’t do that. It could have consequences,” he said. “I’m hoping.” “I can’t ask that of you, Kendra.” “I need it.” She heard his sharp intake of breath. “Really?”

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She dried off her hands, then turned in his arms. “Yes, Sacha. I need to feel alive today.” “If you insist.” He scooped her up then strode to their bedroom. She shouldn’t think of it as their bedroom. This was Sacha’s bedroom. Up the steps they went. He wasn’t even out of breath when he put her on the bed. “You’re sure?” Sacha asked. He was being so sweet. Like a boyfriend. Why was he being so sweet? It unnerved her. Not that he’d ever been anything but good to her, but today there was something different

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about this behavior. Something in his eyes and the way he looked at her. “I’m sure. Take me to bed, Sacha.” She stood then stripped off her robe. He watched from the bed, an amused smile on his face. With her robe in a heap on the floor, she stood naked in front of him. He got to his feet, taking his time, his gaze roving over her the way he wished his hands would. He took her face in his hands as she tugged at his shirt. “Get these off, Sacha.” He chuckled. “My little minx is in a hurry.”

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“I need to feel your skin against mine. I need it, Sacha.” She let him remove his shirt then she pushed her breasts up against his chest. Her fingers went to his pants. He was naked in another few seconds. His erection nudged her in the belly as she pulled him into a kiss. “Not sweet, tonight, Sacha. I need fast and hard.” “As you wish.” She climbed onto the bed. He slid onto it beside her.

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“I want to be on top.” “Whatever you want.” She needed to establish sex between them. It had to go back to that. Sacha being sweet was going to lead her to a broken heart. She didn’t want that. She could walk away from a physical relationship. If she gave him her heart, he might stomp on it unintentionally. She didn’t want that. She’d have to be able to move on with her life when this was all over. Which meant her heart had to be intact. Sacha rolled onto his back. Kendra climbed on top. She was poised over his erection

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when she looked into his eyes. She saw herself and that scared the shit out of her. She closed her eyes before sliding him into her. “Oh,” he said. She braced her hands on either side of him and set up a hard and fast rhythm. She was close to coming just thinking about Sacha naked. Now she was on the edge and it wouldn’t take much to push her over. Sacha reached up and played with her breast. That was all she needed. Into the abyss she went, not sure if she was still moving on top of him or not. She no longer felt her limbs.

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Sacha said her name with a grunt as he came. Spent, she leaned on his chest. His heart beat a staccato. Hers answered it. She wanted to push away. Run out into the woods and deny what her heart was trying to tell her. Instead, she snuggled closer, realizing in that moment that they’d forgotten the condom. “We forgot the condom,” Sacha said. “It’s okay. I’m on the pill.” He let out a sigh, but he didn’t sound all that relieved.

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“I hope you don’t think I forgot the condom on purpose,” she said, body tensing. He rubbed her back. “No, I don’t, Kendra. I trust you. I don’t think you’d trick me into anything.” She let out a breath. Good. Because she hadn’t been trying to. She’d just forgotten it. “Since I’m on the pill, we can forget about the condoms. I haven’t been with anyone since I’ve been with you.” “I’m clean. I always get checked.” “Good. Then it’s settled. No condoms.” He chuckled. “Good. I like feeling you.”

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She rolled off him onto her back. He took her hand in his, then kissed it. There he was again. Being sweet and soft. Maybe he was doing it because of her mother, but he was making her heart melt. She was in danger of falling in love with him. That would be bad. She’d take a long time to recover. Cliff needed her. Her job needed her. She couldn’t be holed up eating ice cream right from the pint. Sacha rubbed a spot between her brows. “You’re thinking too much,” he said. “Yeah?”

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“Yes. Just enjoy it all today. Reality will hit soon enough.” She knew that, sadly. His reality wasn’t as bad as her reality. He had no idea what she was thinking. That her heart wanted to hear those words from him. If she could have left right now, she would have. She couldn’t. She wasn’t safe, but then again, she wasn’t safe in here, either. She was going to fall in love with this handsome Russian man. If she hadn’t already. She hoped that when this was all over, that she’d forget about Sacha. And his sweet words and hot body.

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Who the heck was she kidding? *** Sacha was in New Jersey again. His lawyer had made some progress on finding his son. He glanced out the front window of Tom Fleischer’s office. The man was on the phone, so Sacha waited in what looked like a lobby in the store front office. He puzzled over what Kendra had been like after her mother’s funeral. He hadn’t known what that was all about. Was she just grieving? She’d seemed mad, almost. She stayed

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with him that night, but she was up before him in the morning, which was odd. She acted like nothing had happened, but he sensed a distance between them. Had he crossed a line? He reviewed what he’d done and said. He’d been romantic. Could that have been the problem? He didn’t think so. Most women liked romance. Even if they weren’t interested in a long term commitment, a little romance went a long way. Made everyone happy, but Kendra’s reaction had not been what he had expected.

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Even this morning she wasn’t herself. Hopefully, she would be back to normal, or at least closer to normal, when he returned. He wanted to give her some slack since she had just buried her mother. “He’ll see you now.” Sacha went into the lawyer’s office with trepidation. He hoped for good news, but wasn’t sure he should be optimistic. This may be one of those situations where throwing money at it didn’t solve the problem. He hadn’t encountered many of those in his life.

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Still, he would be prepared to grease palms if necessary. “Have a seat, Sacha.” Even though he spent more of his life here in America, Sacha sometimes was taken aback with how easily Americans started using your first name. Even in business. There was no small talk. Americans—they got right to the point. Sometimes Sacha preferred that. Like now, when he wanted to know if the man had made any progress in finding his son. “So?”

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“I have some good news for you. I’ve tracked down Ethan.” “Good.” “You can see him. I’ve arranged it. I’ve also arranged to have a nurse come with us to draw blood for a paternity test.” “Good. That’s a lot of good news.” “I’ll take us there.” Sacha climbed into the lawyer’s S Class Mercedes. Nice ride, but Sacha wasn’t into luxury, and Mercedes was known for that. Which was why he had his Aston Martin. Power. Speed. Sport.

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Tom drove out into the countryside of Hunterdon County. Sacha liked the area, but it wasn’t close enough to Manhattan to settle down. He saw a winery for sale. Hmm. Might be fun to buy that and have another place in the country. The lawyer pulled into the driveway of a house that was set back from the road. It had a brick front and Sacha had a much better feeling about this house than Berman’s residence. A woman in scrubs climbed out of a car parked in front.

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“Sacha, this is Ellie, the nurse I hired to get blood samples. We can do yours back at the office or here.” “Doesn’t matter. I’m not afraid of needles,” he said. “Let’s go inside. The foster family is waiting for us,” Tom said. The inside was as neat and attractive as the outside. They entered into a two-story foyer with wood flooring. A woman in jeans and blouse greeted them. “Cathy Tully, nice to meet you,” she said. “I’m Sacha Kozlov.”

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“Ethan is playing a video game in the living room. Shall we go in there? He’s a little nervous about all of this,” Cathy said. Tom introduced himself to the nurse before they all trooped into the living room. A boy sat with a controller in his hand. He eyed the adults entering the room. Cathy sat down next to him. The boy had Sacha’s eyes. The shape and the color were what he saw in the mirror every morning. “Ethan, this is Mr. Kozlov.”

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“Hi,” Ethan said. He held out his hand. Sacha shook it. “Nice to meet you, Ethan.” “You’re the man who might be my father?” Ethan said. So they had told him the story. Sacha sat down next to him. “I might be.” “What if I’m not?” “Then I’ll be disappointed and have to keep looking,” Sacha said. The boy nodded as if he understood disappointment. Sacha felt a pang of guilt in his heart.

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“This woman is a nurse and she’s going to take blood from us to see if our DNA matches. If it does, I will know that you’re my son.” “What if I am your son?” “Well, I’ll go about adopting you. I signed away my rights when I was young, but I’m hoping I can make up for that,” Sacha said. “Okay.” “Let’s do this at the kitchen table,” the nurse said. Sacha sat down. Ethan sat across from him, watching him. Could Sacha truly see a lot of

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himself in the boy or was it wishful thinking? The nurse took her vials of blood, then left. Sacha turned to Cathy. “Is it okay if we hang out for a few minutes? I’d like to talk to Ethan.” Cathy nodded. “Go out on the deck. I’ll get you some lemonade.” Tom came with them, but was off at the other end of the deck. “What do you do?” Ethan asked. “I do real estate development and I’m opening up a nightclub,” Sacha said. “Do you make money doing that?”

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Sacha laughed. “I do and I could afford a little boy around, if that’s what you’re worried about. You wouldn’t have to worry about food or clothing.” “Good. Why did you give me up?” Sacha had expected this question. He had mulled over his answer. “Because I was young and not in love with your mother. It seemed like the right thing to do. I think if I had met you, I might have changed my mind.” “Do I have any brothers or sisters?” “Not yet.”

Chapter13 Kendra knew the sound of Sacha’s car. This wasn’t it. She glanced out the bedroom window to see two cars pull up in front of the house. She didn’t recognize any of them. She texted Sacha. “People here. Going to get out.” He didn’t text back, but that was okay. He’d told her what to do. She tiptoed down the back staircase. Next, she went down the steps to the wine cellar, locking doors behind

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her as she went. Her heart beat out a frantic staccato. She’d put her phone on vibrate, not wanting to alert the men to her location. She didn’t have her purse, but she had no time to retrieve it from the table by the door. Not thinking that she would ever have to leave in a hurry, she didn’t put it in a more central location. Nik had mentioned the last time they talked that he’d found out that Lopez had spent time in prison. He’d become part of the

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Mexican Mafia. That was how he had all of these connections. That’s why he’d been so elusive. And that’s why there were four Hispanic men were breaking into Sacha’s house. Damn. She liked it out here. Her breathing came out ragged as she traversed the tunnel that led out to the woods, well past the house, but close to the road. She had no idea how long she’d have to be out here. Looking around, she was scared. She was a city girl and now she was hiding in the

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woods. She didn’t even know how to do that. Nor did she know what kind of animals were around. Then she heard the car. She stayed behind a tree until she was sure of who it was. Her phone buzzed at the same time. “Almost there,” Sacha’s text said. She looked up as his car rounded the bend. She went to the side of the road to wave her arms. He stopped. She hopped in. “I was worried I was going to have to be in the woods for hours.”

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“City girl,” he jested. “Did you get a look at any of them?” “No, but they are probably Mexican Mafia like Nik had mentioned,” Kendra said. Sacha made a U-turn. “Okay. We need to store this car somewhere. It’s too visible.” “Where are we going to get another one?” “Relax Kendra. I’m a billionaire, remember? I have more than one vehicle.” An hour later, south of where they had been, Sacha pulled in front of a garage on a farm. “What is this place?”

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“An old farm. I rent the barn for a garage. We can dump the Aston Martin here.” “You have something else?” she asked as she climbed out of the sports car. “Of course.” He unlocked the door then pushed it aside. He turned on a light to reveal an SUV. A big freaking SUV. No, that wouldn’t stand out. “You think this is less visible?” “Out here in the suburbs it is. We’re not going back to Manhattan.” “Why do you have it stashed out here?” Kendra said.

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“Because I use it out this way sometimes. I don’t always like to take the sports car into the country,” he said. Made sense. An SUV would be better out here. He started it on the first try, then pulled it out into the street. Then he parked his sports car inside the barn. He locked it back up. “Now we just have to buy some clothing.” “Where are we going?” “Viktor has a place in the Poconos in Pennsylvania. I’ll send him a text that we’re heading that way. I have a key.”

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“We’ll be safe?” “For now; I think we’re going to have to keep moving, but we might have a day.” “How do you know so much about running?” He chuckled. “Because I grew up in Russia and we had to run from the police.” The idea chilled Kendra. It was bad enough that Lopez was a crooked politician. And that he had a Mafia behind him. She couldn’t imagine having to worry about the cops also. Not that she hadn’t dealt with crooked cops, but as a whole, they weren’t a bad lot.

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Kendra climbed into the truck then Sacha drove away. “If you’re hungry, there might be snacks in the back. Nothing fancy. Jerky probably.” “You keep jerky in your truck?” Sacha shrugged. “I’m prepared.” Kendra turned in her seat, fishing in the bag that was behind her. Sure enough, there was jerky. “You want some?” “Yes.”

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She handed him an opened stick of beef jerky, then opened her own. “I can’t remember the last time I ate jerky.” Sacha chuckled then became serious. “Can you tell me anything about the men at the house? Nik is going to ask.” “Let me think. I didn’t spend a lot of time looking at them. I just got out.” “Which is what I told you to do,” Sacha said. He’d made it very clear when he showed her the tunnel that she should get out. If she could gather information, fine, but not to put herself in danger getting that information.

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She frowned. “I heard them speaking Spanish. That’s all I know.” “Did you get license plates?” “No, sorry. Couldn’t see from that angle.” He put a hand on her thigh. “It’s okay. Maybe Nik will know to ask the right questions. I’m glad you’re safe.” He squeezed her hand then brought it to his mouth. The kiss was sweet and soft on her fingers. He was acting more and more like a boyfriend. Why? She’d tried to put some distance between them and been happy when he had told her he was driving to New Jersey

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that day. He’d been gone for hours giving her time to think. If she hadn’t been in danger, she would have left him. She would have written a note and gone her own way. This was getting too much like a relationship and that’s not what she signed up for. Sacha had made it clear early on that he didn’t want emotions involved. What had changed? She didn’t want to fall in love with him. That would be dangerous to her heart. ***

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Kendra had been quiet most of the trip to Viktor’s house. Sacha hoped all was okay with her. She’d been different lately. Had he said something to her when he had amnesia? She didn’t get out of the car. “When does it stop? When have you had enough, Sacha?” “What do you mean?” They sat in the driveway of another house in the woods. For being city boys, the Kozlovs liked their remote houses. Sacha understood the irony in that. Most of their houses were in metropolitan areas, but they both had one house each in the wilderness.

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Odd. He hadn’t thought too much about that until lately when he’d needed them. Viktor’s house was just as big as his was, but more modern. It didn’t look like a traditional house in the woods. It had sleeker lines, but that was Viktor. His house in the suburbs reminded Sacha of this one. She leaned her head on the seat rest as if she couldn’t hold it up any longer. “Your life is basically on hold until this is all over. Until Lopez is caught, which doesn’t look likely.” “Okay. Your life is on hold also.”

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“But I’m involved. You had the bad luck to run into me outside of your building. If our paths had never crossed that day, you would have gone on with your life. No worries. No disruption. I might have been a crime statistic.” What was she saying? What was she getting at? He didn’t want her gone. He didn’t want her to die. “Okay. I get it. This has been hard on you.” She waved her hand a frown creasing her face. “That’s not what I’m saying. This isn’t a

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contest. I’m just trying to figure out at what point you’re going to dump me.” Dump her? “I don’t have any plans of dumping you. I’m here to protect you. It’s what I have to do. It was how I was raised.” She rubbed a hand down her face. “But where is the line? You didn’t know me before this. Is the promise of sex enough to keep me being too much of a burden?” He tried to sort out what she was asking. “You think at some point that I’m going to get sick of you?”

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“Yes, basically. I’ve brought a lot of trouble to you family.” He scratched the back of his neck. “There is no point at which I’m done.” He reached out and took her hand. “I’m seeing this through to the end.” “Why?” That was a loaded question that he didn’t have an answer. He hadn’t wanted to examine his motives. His early motives were simple. Protect a woman. Now, he wasn’t so sure it was that simple. He didn’t want to go

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there, but she was sitting her, staring at him. Waiting for an answer. What could he tell her? At some point, things had changed for him, but he wasn’t ready to identify exactly what had changed. “Maybe I don’t know. I’m here. I just am. Maybe you shouldn’t question it.” She sighed then looked down at their intertwined fingers. “I think I should figure out how to protect myself. I’ll go to the cops. They can take care of me.” “No.”

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He couldn’t get the word out fast enough. If she did that, he might not see her again. Ever. That idea hurt his heart. He wasn’t going to question why, but it did. He wasn’t a guy to fall in love, so that couldn’t be it. “No?” “No, Kendra. We’re in this together. I have great people to run my businesses. They keep in touch for the big decisions. It’s okay.” He kissed her hand. She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Let’s get inside. I’m hungry,” he said.

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She nodded. He held her hand as they walked up to the house. He unlocked it. “Are you cooking or am I?” He smiled. “Let’s cook together. We’ll see what Viktor has this place stocked with. I can’t imagine too much fresh stuff at this point, but we’ll make do.” She smiled. Her first one all day. It warmed him to see that. Her eyes twinkled with it. “We’ve never cooked together.” He kissed her forehead. “Always a first.” They scoured the cupboards and came up with a meal. They divided the tasks, and then

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set about making a meal. Sitting at the island, next to each other, Sacha decided he liked the domesticity of the situation. He also thought that, for a little while, Kendra had forgotten that she was in danger. Mission accomplished. The smile had stayed on her face. For the whole meal. Sacha felt like a real man and lucky to be here. She was such a beautiful woman. They cleaned up. Kendra did the dishes while he dried them. When she drained the sink, he pushed her hair out of the way, and then kissed the back of her neck. She shivered. He did it again.

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“Something I can do for you?” she said. “Yes.” His arm came around her, pulling her up against him. He was already hard for her. One taste of her sweet skin and he was done in. Damn. This woman was going to burn herself into his memory banks. Like a tattoo, her removal would be painful and costly. Not that he wanted her out of his life. Not at this point. Maybe he’d get tired of her. For now he wasn’t. She cocked her head to one side, giving him easier access to her neck. He nipped at her. She giggled.

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She reached behind her, wrapping her arms around him. “Shall we go upstairs?” “Not sure I can make it that far,” he said. * Sacha let Kendra go so she spun in his arms. He held her close to him again. He kissed her lips then rained kisses down onto her neck. He nipped and sucked as he went. His hand roved over her while she tugged his shirt out of his pants. Damn. She couldn’t get enough of this man. What was she going to do without him?

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She’d never been in love, and she hoped that what she was feeling wasn’t love. She didn’t want that. It would hurt too much when he was gone. Her body craved his. She started on his pants. She opened them, reaching in to stroke his erection. “Kendra.” She liked that she could affect him this much with just her hand. He undid her pants, his mouth blazing a trail down her body. She stepped out of her pants and panties. Then he put his hands under her butt, lifting her

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up. He moved away from the sink and put her on the counter. He stood between her spread legs, his thumb finding her warm center. Her eyes fell closed. Oh God. That was marvelous. His other hand undid her bra and covered her breast. His mouth took her lips hostage, kissing her deeply. She was a bundle of sensations. Her breath came out ragged. “You are so hot, Kendra.” Her head fell back as he licked and nibbled more of her neck. His fingers danced across

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her breast. The tight coil of an orgasm formed in her middle. Tighter and tighter. As if the pleasure was compressing her organs. Then it let loose like a spring that had been pulled out too far. It broke inside of her spreading warmth everywhere. Her fingers dug into Sacha’s shoulder. Her body writhed and jerked with the aftershocks. He chuckled in her ear. “I love doing that to you.” He shifted her closer to the edge of the counter. He poised his penis over her opening. In one thrust, he was inside of her. He

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filled her. She wrapped her legs around him, but he set the rhythm. He was teasing her at first. Going slowly, pulling himself almost all of the way out. Then back in to his hilt. The coil in her middle tightened again. He was good. So good. His thrusts became harder and faster until her vagina clenched around him. He yelled out her name as she yelled out his. Her body arched into him as his last frantic thrusts finished her off. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. She didn’t know how he did it after

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that, but he lifted her and walked them both to the couch. She collapsed beside him, her head on his shoulder. He shifted his pants off his legs. Their shirts were still on, but they were naked from the waist down. “You might kill me someday, Kendra, but what a way to die.” She snuggled closer, putting her one leg across his. He patted her thigh, then kissed the top of her head. “What a way to die.” He chuckled. “We weren’t even in this place an hour. I

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can’t keep my hands off you, Kendra. I’d buy you a burka, but then since I know what’s underneath, I’d still be turned on by you.” She laughed. “Oh, Sacha.” “I know.” She loved this afterglow. Not just the feeling of it, but that he would do this. He always held her. He never left. He never gave her the impression that he wanted to be anywhere else. As if he enjoyed the after part as much as she did. He was a great lover during the act, but this made him even better. Damn. She could give

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her heart to this man. He’d taken her in when he didn’t have to. He’d saved her more than once. What was he doing in return for all of this? She didn’t know what she could give back to him. Other than her body, but that felt cheap. Not that he’d made her feel cheap. Ever. No, he made her feel cherished. This was the first time in her life since her mother’s illness that Kendra had felt that someone was on her side. She basked in it, but was also afraid of it.

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“You okay?” “Yeah, just coming down off the high,” she said. “Movie?” “You want to watch a movie?” He snatched the blanket from the back of the couch, covering them with it. “Yes. You’ve got me hooked on doing this. I can’t imagine doing it alone, but snuggled with you, I love it.” He loved it? He liked watching movies. This man who ran an empire wanted to watch a movie with her. How did she get so lucky

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that he was the man she ran into after seeing Lopez’ drug deal? “A movie sounds great.” Picking up the remote, he turned on the television. He found a movie, a chick flick, then settled in next to her. She just couldn’t get over this. His domesticity warmed her, but she had to be on guard. This wasn’t love. He’d made that clear. She couldn’t fall in love with him. She would only end up hurt. And if he kicked her out, she was dead. Not love.

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She moved closer to him. He put his arm around her. The movie was an older one, but Kendra hadn’t seen it. “This must have come out when I was in law school. I had no time for watching movies during those years.” “You must have missed it.” “I did, but I got back to it a little before Cliff was born.” “Then it was probably animated movies.” “Yes. It was. There’s a dearth of movies I haven’t seen,” she said. “Do you like to go to the movies?”

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“Sometimes.” “Then when all of this is over, we’ll go to the movies. Popcorn with fake butter. Whole experience.” She couldn’t help smiling. *** The movie ended and another one began. Kendra was asleep, so Sacha shifted out from under her. His phone had buzzed so he figured he had some people to call back. He escaped to the deck out the back door. It overlooked the forest and he could see the mountains behind them. What a beautiful

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sight. Why was he enjoying this more and more? Kendra. Everyone was bluer and brighter because of Kendra. “Shit.” He couldn’t think about that now. His phone told him that Nik had called him. He listened to the message. “A breakthrough, maybe. Call me, Sacha.” Sacha frowned. As much as he wanted Lopez caught and put behind bars, it would end his time with Kendra. He wanted her safe. That was the ultimate goal, but he figured he

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didn’t have much to offer her. He wasn’t into love or marriage. He was a lone man. A bachelor for the rest of his life. He couldn’t offer her children or a white picket fence. The most he could do was offer her his body and financial stability. Oh, how romantic was that. He could see himself down on one knee, a contract in his hand. “Will you be my fuck buddy? I’ll pay all of your bills.” Nope. He didn’t see himself saying it. He didn’t see Kendra accepting it. She’d want it all. When she did decide to marry, it would

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be for love. She’d love that person with all of her heart. That made Sacha a little sad. He liked the way things were. He understood that she couldn’t possibly want it all to stay this way. What kind of example would she be to Cliff? She had to show the little boy what a normal family was. As if he would show his own little boy what a father was. What it meant to be able to depend on a family member. And not want for anything. That was another call he’d have to make.

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Sacha punched in Nik’s number. “Hey Sacha.” “What’s the good news?” “Well it isn’t good anymore. We had Lopez and he slipped through our fingers. That Mexican Mafia is good. They have such a large network that it isn’t contained to New York City. I have every agent possible looking for Lopez.” “You lost him?” For Sacha it was a mix of fear and relief. Fear that Lopez would find them. Relief that he’d have more time with Kendra.

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“Yes, we did. Stupid mistake of a rookie. Pisses me off. I have a great case. I can wrap this up as soon as we get him. He’ll never get out of jail.” “That’ll be good.” He didn’t want Carmen Lopez to ever bother Kendra or Cliff again. With him behind bars, they could live their lives safely. Sadly, that would be without him. “There’s one more thing.” “Oh?” Sacha said. “There’s rumor of a contract out on Kendra’s life. I can’t seem to confirm it. Usually when

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someone goes off the rails like this, the Mafia disowns him. They haven’t done that yet. If Lopez pursues this, he might find himself in deep trouble. I’m hoping that happens. We’ll know where he is, then.” “Okay. Good to know. We’ll keep our eyes open,” Sacha said. He hung up. Sacha looked around. This was remote and had a gate around it. They should be safe for a while here, he hoped. He wasn’t sure what his next move was. He had a lot of power, but not in criminal circles.

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If he did, he’d find Lopez himself. Have him taken care of, and he didn’t care how illegal it would be. Kendra would be safe. Time to call his lawyer. Tom picked up on the third ring. “Hey Sacha.” “What the news?” “Not any yet. Here’s the only problem I see. If Ethan is your son, then you need to be more settled. This whole deal with your girlfriend might preclude you getting custody.” “If he’s my son, why should anything preclude that?”

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Damn Lopez. “Because the courts are involved. It isn’t so simple. Especially since you gave up your rights.” More and more he knew that had been a stupid move on his part. He’d been young and easily influenced. Damn. “I know we have a tough road. I have unlimited funds to get this done.” “I’m not bribing anyone.” Sacha laughed. “I’ve never bribed anyone. I know I’m Russian, but I actually do business honestly. I’m just telling you that I’m in this

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for the long haul, so be ready for whatever the next step is.” “Okay, buddy. I get you.” “Good. If he’s my son, I’m moving Heaven and Earth to get him home to me.” “You are determined. You must be this way in the boardroom.” “It’s how I got this rich, Tom.” His lawyer laughed. They disconnected. Kendra was standing in the doorway. Sacha held out his arm. “Come watch the sunset with me.”

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She slipped into his arms, but the look on her face told him she was troubled. He kissed the top of her head. “Was that your lawyer?” “Yes.” “Is Ethan your son?” “Don’t know yet.” “Is there a problem?” “Not really. My lawyer just warned me that it might be harder road since I’m on the run a little.” He squeezed her. “Don’t worry. It’ll work out. I’ll make sure it does. Now let’s enjoy this sunset.”

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The sky was shades of orange over the Pocono Mountains. Kendra was in his arms. He couldn’t ask for much more than this out of life. “It is beautiful,” she said. “Yes. I see why Viktor chose this spot.” “Do they come out here often?” “Not as much since Alia has been pregnant. Viktor is fussing over her and he didn’t want them to be in a remote area if something happened to her pregnancy.” “He’s a big softy.”

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“He is. Just since Alia. She’s brought out something in him.”

Chapter14 Kendra woke in the middle of the night. Sacha was snoring lightly. His hand rested on her, but otherwise he wasn’t right up next to her. She’d planned this after overhearing his conversation with his lawyer. As long as Kendra was around, Sacha would be on the run. As long as he was on the run, he wouldn’t get his son. She’d leave. She had no choice. Besides, she was developing feelings for him. That was forbidden. She had to leave him

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behind and get over him. At some point, when she got settled somewhere, after Lopez was caught, she’d collect Cliff. He’d be safe where he was. She could no longer sit around and make the Kozlovs’ lives dangerous. They’d taken her in. They’d accepted her how she was, but she couldn’t

rely

on

them

anymore.

She

wouldn’t. What a bad role model she was being for Cliff. She had to teach him how to be selfsufficient. Just the way their mother had taught her.

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She found a suitcase earlier when Sacha was in the shower. The man took more showers than she did, but she used the time to her advantage. She packed some clothes that she found in a closet. Probably Alia’s, but she would give them back when she was safe. Since there was food in the truck, Kendra didn’t pack any of that. She dressed, then glanced back at Sacha. The moonlight came in the window and fell across his face. He was a good man. Too good not to have his son.

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She had plans. She would get far enough away, back closer to Manhattan, then call Nik. He could protect her. She would help him find Lopez. Tiptoeing down the steps, Kendra was sure that Sacha would wake up. They’d had sex again, so he must be exhausted. Good. She would have given him a blowjob to knock him out. She didn’t want him talking her out of this. She crept into the kitchen to write him a note. Dear Sacha,

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I had to leave. You and your family have been more than generous to me. It’s past time that I left you alone. I will always remember our time together, but you need to get your son back. I know how awful foster care can be. Give your son a home. Kendra She didn’t know how to sign it. Love seemed too personal, so she just signed her name. She listened. As far as she could tell, he wasn’t awake. He wasn’t walking around. She shed a tear as she closed the door.

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She’d find a place to ditch the truck then let him know where it was. Right now, it was her only transportation out of here. She didn’t like leaving him stranded, but she had no choice. She sniffed, refusing to cry right now. When she found a place, she would figure it all out. For now, she had to go back to New York. Nik would find a way to protect her. This was the right decision. Her heart didn’t think so as she drove away from the only man she’d ever had feelings for. Was it love? She didn’t know. She wasn’t

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ready to think about it. Kendra knew that she had to get past this. She had to get on with her life. In time, Sacha would understand. He’d have his son and he’d be happy. They’d be a family. What Sacha could do for that boy, not just with his money, but with his sweet heart, staggered Kendra. What he’d done for her and Cliff had taken her breath away. Reflecting on it all as she drove, she had tears in her eyes. At one point, she had to pull over. Sacha had been better to her than most of the other people in her life. Probably,

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no one would ever be as good to her again. If she found a man to do that, she’d marry him. In fact, if she dated anyone, ever, they would be measured against Sacha. So many men would come up lacking, but now that she’d been to the Promised Land, she wasn’t settling. Ever again. She’d be treated properly or that person wouldn’t be in her life. She wiped away tears, blew her nose, then pulled back out onto the road. She called Nik while she was driving. “Hey Kendra. Did Sacha tell you the news about Lopez?”

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“No.” “We thought we had him cornered, but he got away. I hope you’re safe wherever you are.” Why hadn’t Sacha mentioned it? He probably didn’t want to worry her. He should have said something. “That bites. I want this to be over. With that in mind, I’m coming to see you.” “Coming to see me?” “Yes. Sacha doesn’t know and if you tell him, I’ll disappear. I’ll never testify against Lopez.”

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She had no idea if she was pivotal to the case or not. “I’m not sure I’m comfortable with this.” “I’m a witness, Nik. I need protection. I know that you can provide it.” She heard him sigh. “Okay, Kendra. I’ll text you a place to meet me. It’ll be outside of Manhattan. That would be better. Go right there. Some agents will be there, but I’ll get there as soon as I can.” “I’ll tell them you sent me?” “They’ll be waiting for you.” He didn’t sound happy with her.

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“Good. Thanks Nik. I want this over with and I’m tired of sitting around waiting to be a lamb to slaughter. I have to do something. It’s in my nature.” “Fine, Kendra, but I don’t like it. Sacha won’t either.” “He won’t know until it’s over.” “He’ll have my head.” “You’re an FBI man. You afraid of Sacha?” “Well, yes. He has lots of money and he can probably get the Russian Mafia after me. They’re brutal. Worse than any other Mafia I’ve encountered.”

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“Then he can’t find out, can he?” Another sigh. “You drive a hard bargain, Kendra.” “Yes, I do.” *** Sacha woke as he did every morning, as if a switch had been turned on. Kendra had remarked about that often. She took some time to wake up enough to be vertical. In that first moment of waking up, Sacha knew that Kendra was not in bed with him. He always sensed her presence before he opened his eyes each day she was with him.

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It was odd that she woke before he did. That didn’t happen often. He didn’t need much sleep, though their lovemaking had been pretty energetic last night. Which made him a little more tired than usual. Still, it should have made Kendra more tired. He sniffed. He didn’t smell coffee. He didn’t smell breakfast either. His stomach rumbled, but he chose to take a shower first. With wet hair and just a pair of jeans on, he went in search of Kendra. She wasn’t in the kitchen, so he got the coffee brewing. She’d

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be a bear if she was up and hadn’t had her coffee yet. He pulled out the fixings for pancakes then set off to find Kendra. She wasn’t on the deck. “Kendra?” No answer. He walked back into the house. He didn’t hear another soul and his heart began to beat rapidly. Where was she? That’s when he found the note. He picked it up, dread making his limbs heavy. He read it. She was gone? His heart hurt. He ran to the garage, but knew the truck would

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be gone. He didn’t care that she’d left him stranded. He had resources. He simply cared that she’d left him. Why? What had he done wrong? He read the note again. It didn’t reveal any more information than it had done the first time he read it. He sighed. “What the hell, Kendra?” What was she thinking? They were after her. Why did she run? Damn. It was probably too early to call Viktor, but he was going to call the house anyway.

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Maybe she said something to Alia. Given them a hint of where she was going. A sleepy Viktor answered. “Is someone dead?” Sacha didn’t laugh. Viktor didn’t like to be awakened. “No, but Kendra is missing.” “What?” Viktor said. “I woke up and she was gone. She took my truck and left.” “What did you do to her?” Fucked her senseless, or so he thought. Obviously, she wasn’t thinking clearly if she’d left

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his protection. Left his bed. “I don’t think I did anything.” “You must have. Why else would she have left?” He rubbed the back of his neck. He didn’t know. “I don’t know what I did. She left a note, but it didn’t really say anything.” “Does she have location services on her phone?” “I doubt it. She’s pretty smart.” “You’re at my house?” “Yes.” “Go boot up the computer in the office.”

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Sacha brought his phone with him. He sat at Viktor’s desk, turning on the computer. It was an older one so it took a minute. “You need to upgrade. This is slow.” “Is it going to get you the answer you need?” “Yes.” “Then don’t knock it.” His brother could always make him smile. The compute finally booted up. He clicked the necessary key. Then he slammed his hand on the desk. “Damn.” “She turned off location services?”

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“Yes. She didn’t say anything to you? Or Alia?” “Alia just woke up. Give her a second.” Sacha could hear Viktor talking to Alia. “No, they haven’t talked in a few days.” “I don’t know where she would go. She doesn’t have any family besides Cliff. She wouldn’t put him in danger.” “What did the letter say?” He sighed. “Well, I need to tell you something before I describe the letter.” “Go ahead.” “I have a son.”

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“Okay. Recently?” “No, he’s about five. I signed away my rights. I’m trying to get him back,” Sacha said. He held his breath. He wasn’t sure what Viktor’s reaction would be. “You never said.” “I was young and dumb and maybe a little embarrassed,” Sacha said. “I think I’ve found him. Waiting on DNA testing.” “You found him?” “Yes. I tracked him down through the adoption agency. He lives in foster care in New

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Jersey. I will sue the courts for custody of him as soon as I know he’s mine.” “So what did the letter say?” “Kendra must have heard the lawyer say that my

chances

of

getting

custody

were

threatened by my being on the run with Kendra. She said that with her gone I’d be able to get my son.” Viktor whistled. “Wow. That girl loves you.” Loves him? “Kendra and I aren’t like that.” Viktor chuckled. “You keep thinking that.” He would. Kendra didn’t love him. Emotion wasn’t

supposed

to

enter

into

their

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relationship. They’d agreed. “So what do I do?” “Are you actually asking me for advice, little brother?” Yes, he was. This was new territory for him. “Yes.” “I think I need to gloat for a moment.” He heard a slap. “Ouch. Alia just hit me.” “Good. I hope she hits you harder next time.” He could hear the love in his brother’s voice. Did he want that? Did he have that with Kendra? Had she left because she wanted it? This was all so confusing. This was why he

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didn’t do emotion. Too complicated. Sex was better without it. He put his head down on the desk. “I really don’t know what to do next. I don’t know her friends. I don’t know where she would go.” “She’s an independent and headstrong woman, right?” Viktor said. “Yes.” He’d never thought he’d like that in a woman. “Alia says she’s probably gone off to figure out a way to fix this Lopez situation.” “You think?” That means she’d put herself in danger.

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“Yes. I agree with Alia. She did it to me at one point.” “Oh, no. I know whom to call, Viktor. Kiss that wife of yours for me.” “I plan to do more than that,” Viktor said. Not what Sacha needed to hear about his brother. * Kendra parked the SUV in a parking deck near the address that Nik had given her. The place was a brownstone in Brooklyn. Before she left the truck, she sent a text to Sacha, who had been calling and texting her the

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whole trip. She let him know where his truck was. She also told him goodbye one more time. She looked at the message with tears in her eyes. Then she sent it. She turned off her phone so she wouldn’t know if he called her. She might break down and want to hear his voice one more time. With a deep breath in and out, she steeled herself for her next adventure. She was trying to think of it that way and not as a death sentence. She might not make it out alive.

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She’d write out a will so that Alia and Viktor could adopt Cliff if they wanted. First, she had to get protection. She checked the address again as she stood in front of the house. It was identical to all of the others on the street. She rang the doorbell. A man in a gray suit answered the door, letting her in. “You must be Kendra Elliot.” “Yes.” “I’m Special Agent Maxwell.” They shook hands. “Special Agent Alman said you’d be arriving today. We’re just about to order lunch if you want to get in on it.”

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She was hungry, surprisingly. “Sure. I don’t have any cash.” “It’s okay. We’ll cover it for now. You are our guest at this point. I’m going to ask for your cell phone. It’s standard procedure.” “Okay.” She handed it to him. She wasn’t making any calls, anyway. “Nik will be here in about an hour.” He led her up the steps. “I’ll show you your room and the bathroom if you want to freshen up.”

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He left her alone. She dropped her suitcase on the bed, then found them in the kitchen. A female agent sat at the table. She rose, holding out her hand. “I’m Special Agent Jenna Carlyle.” “Nice to meet you.” Jenna handed her a menu. “What would you like?” Kendra read the menu, and then told her what she wanted. The food came. They ate. Nik arrived just as she was finishing up. He took her into the dining room. “Do you think you were followed?”

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“No, I don’t. I looked around as I walked here and didn’t notice anyone.” “Okay. So we keep you safe until you are ready to testify.” “No, that’s not my plan. I want to be more proactive.” Nik eyed her, his brow knit. “What do you mean?” “You need to flush out Lopez. Use me. I’m his target. He isn’t going to turn down a chance to get me himself. Even if someone else gets me, he’ll want to face me.” Nik frowned. “I can’t authorize that.”

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“Then ask the person who can. I’m serious, Nik. Otherwise, I’m this man’s hostage for the rest of my life. I have my little brother to think of.” “What happens if I can’t keep you safe?” Nik said. “Then Cliff can be adopted by Sacha’s brother and his wife. He’ll have a good life with them. He’ll have a family. I can’t offer him normalcy as long as Lopez is after me.” He frowned. “Sacha isn’t going to like this.” “Sacha has no say in what I do. We’re not together,” Kendra said.

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“I’ll have to talk to my boss. I can’t promise he’ll go for it.” “Try. I can’t live the rest of my life looking over my shoulder,” Kendra said. Sacha should have his son. He’d get him with Kendra out of the picture. She didn’t have a death wish. She just wanted this situation taken care of. She’d always been the one to step up. The one to take responsibility. As much was it was nice to let Sacha be in control for a a change, she couldn’t do it any longer.

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It was time. She had to fix this situation. Even if she, herself, didn’t make it out alive. Cliff would have a better life. If she did stay alive, she could take care of him without the worry that Lopez would surface. “I don’t like this. I don’t like to use civilians,” Nik said. “You don’t have a lot of choices. You’ve built this case. All you need is Lopez to make it work. You’ve done a lot of background work. Let me help you finish the deal,” Kendra said.

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She held her breath, but she’d be relentless. She wasn’t giving up on this idea. No way. This was her ticket to freedom. “You won’t be talked out of this, will you?” “No.” He frowned again. His steel blue eyes looked at her. “Okay. Let me talk to my boss.” He left her in the dining room. She went upstairs to sit on her bed and wait. She would have loved to take a nap, but she knew that sleep would have been elusive until she knew the answer. Nik found her there, perusing a magazine.

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“You talk to your boss?” He leaned on the doorjamb. “I don’t like this, but he’s approved you as bait. We have to map out a plan, and then I’ll let you know your role in it.” “It’s the only way, Nik. We’ll flush him out. You’ll catch him. I get my life back.” “And Sacha chops off my balls.” “You can’t worry about him. He won’t know what’s going on until we’re done.” “He’s already been calling me,” Nik said. “Then don’t answer.”

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“Somehow I think that Sacha will not be satisfied with that. He’s going to show up here.” “He doesn’t know where I am. All he knows is where I left his truck.” “Still, I don’t like this.” “Your boss approved it. Time to get over it. I’m in this with you until the end.” *** Sacha was out of his mind with worry. Where was Kendra? She wasn’t answering her phone. Nik wasn’t answering his phone either. That disturbed him.

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He paced in the kitchen. His rental car hadn’t been delivered yet so he couldn’t go anywhere. He couldn’t ask Viktor to do anything because Alia was in her last month of pregnancy and Viktor didn’t want to leave her. Sacha had never felt so powerless in his life. “Damn it.” Kendra had become such a part of his life that he missed her. Right now, he missed her. He was angry, but he wouldn’t be once he knew she was safe. He’d hold her and never let her go.

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Holy shit. Had he fallen in love with Kendra? Oh. No. Not what he had intended, but he was out of his mind with worry for her. This wasn’t normal. Well, it was if you were in love with the woman. How was he going to tell her? She didn’t want a relationship. She’d signed that agreement willingly. She didn’t want this emotion from him. Viktor had been right. He was in love with Kendra. What would he do if she never came back? He sat on a stool, unable to hold himself upright. He was a captain of industry. He could

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hold his own with anyone in a courtroom. Here he was, sideswiped by one mocha woman who had no idea that she held his heart in her hands. “Oh shit.” He would find her. He’d tell her. If he had to go around Manhattan screaming her name. Damn. He’d adopt Cliff, too. He’d have to. He liked Cliff and the little boy was a part of Kendra. He could do this. He’d go from bachelor to family in three point two seconds.

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As much as the whole idea scared him, it had a certain warmth to it. He’d be surrounded by family. They’d get a bigger place. A more family-friendly place. First, he had to find Kendra. A knock sounded on his front door. He opened it to find a man in a suit. “Mr. Kozlov? I’m Jeremy with your car.” Sacha looked behind the man to see an unassuming SUV. Perfect. “Yes. Come in. You need me to sign some paperwork?”

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The man held up a folder. “I have it right here. You just have to drive me back to the rental office.” “Not a problem.” Sacha signed the paperwork then drove the man back to the office. When he returned to Viktor’s house, he continued to pace, but he made plans. He knew what he’d say to Kendra. What he’d do to make her want to be in his life. For the long haul. Because if Sacha was going to do this, he was going to do this properly. An engagement and a big wedding. Whatever

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Kendra wanted. He’d move Heaven and Earth to make her happy. He didn’t like this feeling. He didn’t want to be alone, but he only wanted to be with Kendra. The damn woman had wormed her way into a heart that he’d thought too barren to nurture love. He jumped when his phone rang. Nik. “Do you have good news for me?” Sacha said. “Good and bad news.” “What’s wrong? What happened to Kendra?” “Relax. She’s safe.” “Then what’s the bad news?”

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“She wants to be used as bait to flush out Lopez.” Sacha stood. He couldn’t let her do this. “You aren’t going to go through with this, are you?” “My boss likes the idea. I can ensure her safety.” “No, Nik. I won’t allow it.” Nik laughed. “You won’t allow it? I’d like to see you stop her.” “You will. Tell me where she is. I’ll can be there in an hour and half, I think.”

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Nik sighed. “She’s at one of our safe houses in Brooklyn.” Nik gave him the address. “I’ll be there. Don’t do anything until I get there.” “We haven’t formulated a plan yet. We aren’t even sure where Lopez is at this moment. The Mexican Mafia is keeping him under wraps. I haven’t heard anything about him on the streets.” “That’s fine. You’ll have to find another way. I’m not letting Kendra put herself in danger.”

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“I’d pay to see you try that. You think she’s going to listen to you?” “I’ll make her listen to me.” Nik chuckled again. “You have it bad.” “Yes, I do, Nik. She means the world to me.” “Never thought I’d see that. First Viktor, now you. What is the world coming to?” “It isn’t funny, Nik. I’d be lost without her. She’s everything to me and I can’t let anything happen to her.” “Good luck with that. She’s pretty determined. She took your truck, then drove to Brooklyn. All by herself. Knew that her life

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was in danger. That’s not done by a weak woman.” Sacha knew that. He knew all about Kendra’s strength. It was one of the things he loved about her. He knew convincing her to come home with him would be difficult, but he had to try. He couldn’t lose her now that he knew how he felt about her. He could only hope, that in time, she’d learn to love him back. He wouldn’t force it, but he had to save her. Convince her that she had to stay alive. If not for his sake, then for Cliff’s sake.

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“Let me get on the road, Nik. I’ll see you in a few hours.” “It’ll be entertaining.” He disconnected. His phone rang instantly. His lawyer. “I can’t talk, Tom.” “He’s yours,” Tom said. What? Ethan was his? “That’s great news. I can’t stay on the line, but please let me know what my next move is to get custody. I’ll do whatever it takes.” “I know that. I’ll send you the report via email later today.”

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Sacha hung up. Now he needed her even more. Cliff and Ethan both needed a mother.

The Final Chapter Kendra paced in the safe house. She was nervous, but saw no way around this. Lopez had to be caught. Lopez wanted her. She could be bait. Then he could be arrested. This would all be over. She’d collect Cliff. They’d find a place to live and she could go back to her job. She missed her job. She missed her mother.

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She also missed Sacha, but she had to stop thinking about him. He was gone from her life. He was no longer here. No matter what her heart was saying to her, she couldn’t see Sacha again. He’d made it clear he wanted no strings. No emotion. They’d both signed the contract. Her heart ached. She didn’t think she’d ever find a man as good as Sacha. She’d never settle, that was for sure. He was kind and thoughtful. Things she had been lacking in her life. And holy shit, was he a good lover.

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Her body ached with his absence. Her heart ached with the knowledge that he’d never return her feelings. She would rather turn away from him and never see him again than have to live with him knowing he didn’t love her. It wasn’t his fault. She understood that. She wished she could tell Tembi or Alia. She needed a girlfriend right now and a pint of ice cream. Not wanting to rely on any of the agents, she kept her heartache to herself. She had to concentrate on the mission. Get Lopez. If he was gone, she could get on with

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her life or build a newer and better one. She didn’t have her mother to take care of so that gave her some freedom. Maybe they’d leave Manhattan. She could practice law anywhere in New York. Why not set up a practice in a small town? She’d always been a city girl, but Cliff needed more space to roam than Manhattan offered. He was enjoying his stay with Viktor and Alia. They had a yard. There was a park down the street and they knew their neighbors.

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That was the life Cliff deserved. After this was done, if she survived, she’d give it to him. Now she wanted a computer to look for places where she could move. She could rent, and then maybe buy a house. Give herself her own picket fence instead of waiting for a man to do it. The idea energized Kendra. She was ready to take on the world. But first, Lopez. She frowned. Someone knocked on her bedroom door. The agents had left her alone most of the day. They hadn’t intruded on her space.

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She opened the door to find Nik. “Any news?” He didn’t come in. His face was grave. “We haven’t figured out what exactly will flush him out. We’ve put the word out that you’re back in New York. Nothing specific.” “That seems like a good start. What’ll you do? Let me walk down the street?’ “Not that simple. We have to make sure that there is no one there that could be collateral damage. We’ll have to evacuate wherever this rendezvous is going to take place. We can’t hurt any civilians. Including you.”

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“Am I doing the right thing?” “I’m not a fan of using anyone not in law enforcement for these things, so in my opinion, no you aren’t doing the right thing. I’d like to see you go back to Sacha in Pennsylvania and stay safe.” She looked down at her hands. “That’s not going to happen. I doubt he’d take me back anyway. Sacha isn’t part of my future.” When she looked up Nik had a strange look on his face. “If you say so. That’s none of my business.” “When do you think you’ll have a plan?”

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“Tonight. We’ll implement it tomorrow. We have to be sure that none of Lopez’ men are aware that we’re around. We have to do this carefully.” “I see. I wouldn’t want anyone else to get hurt.” “No, we don’t either,” Nik said. “That’s why I’m doing this.” He stepped out of the way. Sacha was standing behind him. Kendra gasped. She wanted to close the door, but Nik was in the way. She also wanted to jump into Sacha’s arms, but that wasn’t going to happen.

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“What are you doing here?” Kendra said. “I’m here to take you back with me. Home.” Home. What an odd word. She didn’t know where her home was anymore. The apartment she’d been living in had been rented. She couldn’t call Sacha’s place home anymore, either. Like she’d been thinking, she’d find a new one. “I can’t, Sacha. I have to see this through.” He stepped closer to her. “No you don’t. Let law enforcement deal with this.” “For how much longer? My life is on hold. Your life is on hold.”

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He brushed a hair out of her face. “Don’t worry about my life.” “I do worry about it. What about your son? You have to get him out of the foster care system. He has to be with you.” “He will be. In time. Don’t worry. I always get what I want.” Too bad he didn’t really want Kendra. It was an ego thing, she knew. She’d walked away from him and that smarted for a guy like Sacha. She crossed her arms.

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A shot rang out. Nik shoved them all into the bedroom. He didn’t get the door closed before someone grabbed him. Lopez, Kendra could see. The moment of truth. He’d come for her. She stood up. Sacha tugged her down, but she wriggled out of his grasp. “Let Nik go. You want me.” Lopez grinned and it put a chill into Kendra. How was she going to get away from this man? She had no idea, but he was here and she was not going to risk anyone else’s life. “Come here,” Lopez said.

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She walked to him. He shoved Nik into the room before he grabbed Kendra. He dragged her down the steps. She could hear Sacha’s voice. “Kendra. I love you.” *** “What the fuck just happened?” Sacha said to Nik. He raced out of the door, but he couldn’t see Kendra. The front door slammed. He was about to run down the steps. Nik grabbed him. “We have a tracker on her.”

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“What? You let him walk in here on purpose?” “No, but we put something on her just in case. We had no idea where he was.” Sacha looked at Nik, studied his face. His friend was telling him the truth. “How’d he get in here?” “You stay here. I’m going to find out what happened to the other agents.” “I’m not staying here,” Sacha said. “Stay behind me.”

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Nik traversed down the steps slowly. He ducked his head down so he could see the first floor. “Shit.” “What?” “They’ve been shot. Must have had a silencer on his gun.” Nik pulled out his phone. “Two agents down at safe house.” Sacha stood on the steps as Nik called it in. His heart beat double time. “How are you going to find her?” Nik held up his phone. “I have the app on my phone. It would be best if we waited until

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they stopped somewhere. It’s hard to raid a moving target.” Sacha gulped. “We have to wait. Maybe he already killed her.” “No. I think he wants to enjoy this. He can be pretty sadistic, from what I understand.” “Yeah, that makes me feel better.” Sacha rolled his eyes. They settled at the kitchen table, waiting for the ambulance. The agents were dead, sadly. “Damn this guy is good. I can’t believe he got the drop on those agents. How could he be so

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stupid to be found out by Kendra? A civilian.” “I don’t know.” An ambulance crew took out the two agents. Nik locked the door again to the safe house. Sacha paced in the kitchen. He’d been doing that a lot since Kendra left. He was a man of action. He took responsibility for things getting done. Sitting around waiting was not his forte.

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“Shouldn’t we head in the direction so we’re closer when we stop?” “I have agents on the signal. It doesn’t just go to my phone. The vehicle is being watched at all times.” “What if he has already killed her?” “He hasn’t. Trust me,” Nik said. “I know you’re concerned, but we’ve prepared for this contingency.” “How can you be so calm?” “I’m not. I just don’t show it.” Sacha frowned. Nik wasn’t cold, but two agents were dead. Kendra was in danger.

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How could he sit there looking at a dot on a map? Sacha couldn’t even sit still, let alone stare at the screen. His heart was in his throat. How would he go on without Kendra? He would because he had to. He owned a company and his employees needed him, but he wouldn’t enjoy his life. He didn’t think he’d ever find someone like Kendra again. She’d come into his life so unexpectedly. They’d initially had an adversarial relationship. That seemed as if it had been years ago. It had only been a few months. Wow.

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And in that time Kendra had become an integral part of his life. “Bingo,” Nik said. Sacha moved over to the table where Nik’s phone sat. “They stop?” “Yes. They’re in Connecticut. Let me touch base with my boss, then we can get on the road. The office there will help us get her out of there.” Sacha resumed his pacing as Nik made the arrangements. Sacha couldn’t wait to get on the road. He had to see Kendra. Had she heard him? Had she heard what he said?

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He hoped so. She needed to know how he felt. And that he was never going to let her go again. Not caring what it took to keep her in his life, he made himself that promise. He wasn’t going to ever do anything to make Kendra leave. Never. She was his. They belonged together. Their lives were intertwined now. He hoped she’d be able to hang on until they arrived. He’d never wanted to see someone so much in his life.

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He didn’t care if she loved him. He’d woo her until she did. Whatever it took. “Okay, we can go,” Nik said finally. “We’ll take my car.” It was a non-descript sedan. Probably the ugliest car that Sacha had ever seen. If it took him to Kendra, he strap himself to the top of it if necessary. “I know. It isn’t an Aston Martin.” “It’ll do for what we need it for.” Sacha climbed into the passenger seat. “What’s our ETA?”

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“Probably an hour. It’s a remote part of the state. Not surprisingly.” Not at all, especially given that Lopez will want to kill Kendra and dump her body. The thought made Sacha shudder. Would they get there in time? “Our agents are already in place,” Nik continued. “They know the area. She’ll be fine. They won’t let anything happen to her.” “I hope not.” Sacha stared out the window as Nik drove through the streets of Brooklyn, then eventually into Connecticut. The city gave way to

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countryside, but none of it soothed Sacha. He had to see Kendra. If he didn’t touch her, hold her, he’d never be sure she was okay. “We’re almost there, but I want to stop here.” “Why?” Sacha said. “I can’t bring you with me.” “You aren’t leaving me behind. This is Kendra we’re talking about. I’m not leaving.” “Sacha. Now that’s two civilians I have to worry about.” “No, I’m not leaving. She’ll be scared and I’ll be the only one who can comfort her.”

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“You underestimate her. She’s a strong, solid woman,” Nik said. She was, but he wasn’t budging. “You aren’t talking me out of this. Let’s go get Kendra.” Nik frowned. “When we get there, you damn well better stay in the car.” * The cabin was hot and musty smelling. The dust made Kendra want to sneeze. Where the hell were they? Was the cavalry on the way? Lopez had tied her to a chair, then left out the front door. She struggled with the ropes, but she couldn’t get free. He’d tied her wrists

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tightly and the bonds were chafing at her. What was he going to do with her? She looked around the cabin, memorizing it as if she might have to identify it later. It had the simple four walls. One corner held a bathroom. Or at least, from this angle, it looked that way. There was a kitchenette on another wall. A bed next to that. It had the bare minimum of what a person needed to live. Hopefully, it was a hunting lodge and not someone’s primary home. It made her apartment look huge.

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The walls were made out of logs. A window sat adjacent to the front door that Lopez used to exit the building. What was he doing? She could hear talking. Was he bringing in other people? Kendra had never been so scared in all of her life. She’d struggled with him as he’d taken her out of the house, but he’d been strong. He’d slapped her also, which made her a little dizzy. She wasn’t feeling the effects anymore, but she knew her lip was fat. Lopez returned. Was he going to have fun or just kill her? She wished he would just get it

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over and done. She regretted not saying goodbye to Cliff. She should have called him before she entered the safe house. He would miss her. Alia and Viktor would be good parents. She wanted to cry, but she didn’t want to give Lopez the satisfaction. He had to know she was scared. He stood in front of her. “I can’t believe that you caused me this much trouble. I lost my place on the council. I lost my business contacts. I’m a pariah to everyone because of you.”

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“I think you did that all on your own.” He slapped her across the face again. Her head whipped to one side, her teeth practically shaking in her mouth. She wasn’t going to go down meekly. That wasn’t who she was. She’d signed up for this, knowing full well she might not come back. She’d be damned if she wasn’t going down with a fight. As much as her lip hurt from the hit, she could handle it. She was a tough lady. “Smart ass,” he said. Not in a nice way either. “Good thing I found you. I was going after

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the kid next. That would have flushed you out.” “You don’t even know where he is.” He laughed. “I do. In a house in the suburbs with Kozlov’s brother and his very pregnant wife.” The idea that Lopez had them watched chilled her. This would be all over soon. Whether he’d be alive or not was debatable, but she squirmed in her ropes, just to see if she could get them loose. If she did, she’d punch this man in the throat. Twice.

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Lopez was staring at her. Behind him, a face appeared in the window. Nik. Oh, thank God. They were here. As far as she knew, Lopez was by himself. Guess he’d pissed off everyone else. Or she was his solo project. Damn. Before she could distract Lopez, the front door was flung open. Someone came through the window. Some kind of smoke filled the room and Kendra began to cough. Were they burning the place down? When the smoke cleared, Lopez was on the ground with a gun against his head.

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Someone was behind her, untying her. Sacha appeared in the doorway. He raced over to her. When the man behind her had her loose, Sacha dragged her to her feet, hugging her. “Kendra.” He was happy to see her. She put her arms around him, happy to see him also. He picked her up, carrying her out of the place. Agents were everywhere. All of this for her? Sacha put her in the back of a car and slid in behind her. He kissed her head, her face, and her neck. “You scared me, Kendra. Please don’t do that again.”

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She coughed. Her lungs hurt a little. “Are you hurt? I’ll take you to the hospital,” Sacha said. “I’m sure I’m fine.” “No, we need to get you checked out. I’ll get someone to take us.” It was an operation by federal law enforcement and of course, Sacha was taking charge like he owned the place. Kendra rubbed her wrists as she waited for him. He climbed back into the car, took her in his arms. A man she assumed was an agent drove them to the local hospital. A doctor checked out

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Kendra with Sacha making sure he did everything right. He asked many questions and Kendra had a feeling that the doctor was glad when they left. It made Kendra smile. Sacha did really care about her. But it didn’t mean he loved her. Sacha called one of his drivers who came and brought them back to Manhattan. Nik called on the way. Sacha told Kendra the good news. Not only had they caught Lopez, he squealed on the guy above him in the organization.

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Sacha settled Kendra against him after they hung up. “You are not going anywhere. Ever.” “What do you mean? I have to go back to work.” “Okay, but not right away. I want you healed and recovered.” “Sacha, I only have a fat lip. Not a concussion. I’m fine. A little strung out, but fine.” He held her tighter. “I’ll draw you a bath, then make you something to eat.” “You don’t need to fuss.”

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“Let me fuss, Kendra. I want to fuss. You scared the shit out of me,” Sacha said. She settled against him. Okay. If he wanted to fuss, she’d let him. “Then we’ll have a serious talk,” he said. Uh oh. *** While Kendra was in the bath, Sacha made macaroni and cheese, one of her comfort foods. He wanted to talk to her. He must tell her how he felt about her. His phone rang. He wasn’t going to answer it except that it was his lawyer.

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“You’ve got him,” Tom said. “You can pick Ethan up from his foster parents tomorrow.” “You are the best Tom. I mean it. This makes my day. Everything has fallen into place. Thank you.” “No problem. You have a place for him?” “I do for now. We’ll move to a bigger place. Everyone will pick, not just me.” “You’re sounding awfully domestic,” Tom said. “I have a kid now and a girlfriend and another kid in the mix. I have to be domestic.”

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He hung up then did a little happy dance. Yes. “You’re in a good mood.” Kendra stood in the doorway to the kitchen in just a robe. He knew she was naked underneath. “I’m going to pick up my son tomorrow.” “Nice.” Kendra’s smile lit up the room. “Then we should pick up Cliff this weekend.” Her eyes narrowed. “Pick up Cliff?” “Yes. Now that you’re safe, he can come back and live with us.”

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“Live with us?” Was she going to repeat everything he said? He approached her, putting his arms around her, pressing her against him. It was good to feel her near him. “Yes, live with us, Kendra. Like a family.” “I don’t understand,” she said. He loosened his grip on her for a moment, looking into those beautiful eyes. “Kendra, I love you. I figured that out when you left. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I’m an ass, but I want to be your ass. From now on. Let’s

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date. I’ll win your heart no matter what it takes.” Her lips moved, but no sound came out. She cleared her throat. “You already have my heart, Sacha. I love you too.” He picked her up and spun her around. “Then it’s all settled.” “What’s all settled?” “That you’ll stay with me.” She blinked. “I hadn’t thought about it.” “It makes perfect sense. You, Cliff, Ethan, and me. A family. We’ll get married, but that

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isn’t a proposal. I’ll do that properly when I decide how.” She looked at him as if her head spun. “Do I get a say?” He put her down. “Of course. What do you want?” “I’m not sure we should live together.” He frowned. “Why not? Why get an apartment to move into when we get married? Seems like a waste of moving around.” She

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“We’ll buy a bigger penthouse. I’ll give you your own wing.” She laughed, but he knew she was teasing him. She wasn’t going anywhere. She loved him. His heart wanted to explode. “Okay, Sacha. Let’s all live together.” “We can live here until we find a bigger place, okay?” “Okay.” She smiled up at him and he pressed his lips against hers. When he stopped, he asked her, “Hungry?” “I am, but not for that.”

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“Oh?” She cocked her head, then dropped the robe. She was naked underneath. He scooped her up before she changed her mind. She laughed all the way to the bedroom. He put her down onto the bed. “You sure that you’re up for this?” “Just don’t kiss me on the lips.” After they made love, Sacha brought them bowls of macaroni and cheese to eat in bed. Kendra was propped against the headboard. “You really don’t mind Cliff coming to stay with us?”

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“No. You don’t mind Ethan in the mix?” “No. He’s your son. He should be with you.” Sacha was sure that he fell in love with her even more at that moment. He kissed her cheek. “Thank you. One more thing.” “What?” “I want to adopt Cliff.” Her smile lit up his room. “You want to adopt him?” “Yes. Let’s make it all legal. I’ll go from no family to two sons.” She laughed. “Are you sure you can handle all of this, Sacha?”

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It was an adjustment, but he was willing to take on whatever to be with Kendra. She was his love and he didn’t want her anywhere else but in his life. In his home and in his bed. “I can handle it. Where would you want to get married?” “At your place in upstate New York.” “Okay. We could do that. What about kids?” “We’ll already have two.” “I know, but I’m selfish. I want one with you. I want to see that baby grow inside of you. See your belly get large with my child.”

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“You really want kids?” “Yes.” She put her spoon down, leaning her head against the wall. “I didn’t even know that you loved me, Sacha. Not until you said it at the safe house.” “So you did hear me.” “I did. It kept me alive. It gave me a reason to fight Lopez.” “Good. Now, how many kids?” Kendra laughed. A sweet noise in his ears. “Can I just get used to the idea that you love

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me and that you want kids? I need a few days.” “Didn’t you ever think about having them?” “I never thought about getting married,” Kendra said. “Oh. I didn’t either, but I’ve had time to think about it, I guess.” She punched him. “Then give me time to think.” “Okay. But I’m not waiting too long to ask you to marry me. I’m in a hurry.” “Why?”

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“Because I’m not going to let you change your mind once you say yes. You’ll have to meet my mother.” “Okay.” She smiled at him and his heart leaped. “I think I need to make love to you again. One more time while I have you all to myself. Life will get crazy with two young kids in the house.” “I think I’d like that. Take me now, big boy.”

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SUSAN WESTWOOD

Chapter1 Nikolai Alman was not one to drown his sorrows, but tonight he was doing just that. The bar wasn’t his usual haunt since he was back in New Jersey after taking leave from the FBI in New York City. He was only in the Garden State because his father had asked to meet him. His father had something important to tell him. But that wasn’t why Niko had three shots of vodka in front of him. No, the death of his partner, Mark Riechert, who had died in his arms, was the reason for the vodka. Sadly, being Russian and having been raised by an old-world father, the vodka wasn’t

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working. He had built up too much of a tolerance to it. He barely had a buzz on when the mocha woman walked into the bar. She was ghetto, for sure, but wore clothing as if she weren’t. The streets stayed with a person and right now, they were following this woman to the stool three seats over from Nikolai. He’d bet she was a wildcat in bed. Fierce and probably took as well as she gave. How refreshing that would be after his string of skinny, white girls who were more worried about smudging their lipsticks then getting it on his dick. This woman had some substance to her and when she glanced in his direction, she also had green eyes. Very striking on a

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black woman. He nodded at her then went back to studying his shots. “Vodka on the rocks,” the woman said. Her speech was clear and concise, but Nikolai would bet one of these shots that she was from the projects at one point in her life. She had hard lines around her face. They added to her attractiveness and Nikolai’s dick came alive. Well, if he couldn’t drown himself in alcohol, he could drown himself in a woman. Hm. He wasn’t sure she would even be interested. She wasn’t looking around the bar. No, she was watching sports on television. One of the talking heads was discussing the prospects for the Big Ten schools.

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Her attention seemed to perk up when he mentioned Penn State. Was she a football fan or just doing her best to ignore him? He signaled to the bartender. “Put her drink on my tab.” Her head whipped around to where he sat, staring at her. “I don’t need you to buy me a drink.” “I’m sure you don’t, but I’m going to.” “Why?” “Because in a minute or so I’m going to slide across these two stools and sit next to you. If I’ve bought you a drink you might be more amenable to talking to me.” “Are you drunk?” “Oh, I wish I were, but I’m not,” he said.

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She didn’t look at him in disgust. That was a bonus. Her drink came and instead of drinking it daintily from the straw she put the striped, plastic tube on the bar and sipped right from the glass. “Why do you need to soften me up?” “Because I’m hoping you won’t shoot me down in a half an hour when I suggest we go to my place. I have vodka.” An eyebrow went up over one of those mesmerizing eyes. “You think vodka will lure me into your bed?” “No, I think that my charming personality and sweet dimples will lure you into my bed.” She laughed. She threw her head back and laughed. Not a bad reaction, so he slid

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across one of the stools. She glanced at him, but didn’t stop laughing. He cleared his throat as he slid his last three shots across the bar to sit in front of him. She sipped her drink again, the smile on her face only dimming as she touched the glass to her lips. What lovely lips. He could see them wrapped around his dick. He’d bet she could get him off and not break a sweat. He was already hard so it wouldn’t take much. “So?” “So what?” Nikolai said. “Charm me.” It was his turn to laugh. “Okay. I’ve never been put on the spot like that.”

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“So you can’t charm on demand? It has to happen organically?” He studied her for a moment. She was a tough woman, but she was getting sexier by the minute. Even if she didn’t end up under him, naked, he would have a good time trying to get her there. He downed one of his shots then put the empty glass on the bar. “I’m waiting,” she said. He cracked his knuckles then stretched his arm above his head. She stared at him with those eyes that went right through him. And his mind went blank. What a time for the vodka to kick in. She smiled at him. “Better luck next time.”

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She turned away, but he put a hand on her arm. “How about honesty instead of charm?” She glanced down at his hand, but didn’t pull away. Her gaze traveled over him and he felt naked in front of her. Hopefully she liked what she saw, because his dick wanted to see more of her. “Try me,” she said. Her voice was husky. Sexy. A bedroom voice for sure. Despite her good diction, she’d seen a hard life up until now. Maybe he could, for one night, make her forget while she was making him forget. “My partner was killed in front of me and I’ve lost my zest for my job. I want to take you home, strip you naked, and do dirty

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things to you so I forget the vision of my friend bleeding out.” Her mouth dropped open slightly. Her eyes widened and he was sure he’d gone too far. Never tell the truth. Never. He should know that. He’d just given a piece of himself to this woman. “Well, that was honest.” “I could be lying,” he said. She shook her head. “No, I can see the pain in your eyes.” If it had been anyone else, he would have looked away, but this was a stranger. She could know some of his secrets because he wasn’t going to see her again. ***

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Many men had hit on Destiny Brown, but this man was different. She believed his tale of woe. She really could see the pain in his eyes. The three shot glasses in front of him spoke volumes to her. She’d just come in for a drink. That was all. She didn’t have to be anywhere until tomorrow at nine when she went into work to meet her boss’s son. The one who was going to take over the company. The one who she would have to bring up to speed. She had needed a drink because her boss, the man who had given her a chance despite her roots, was dying and giving his son the company. She could hope that he was half the boss his father was, but she wasn’t optimistic.

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She didn’t know what the man did for a living, but she doubted he’d run a company before. The learning curve would be tough and up to her to get him over it. She sighed. And this man, who wanted to take her to bed, was staring at her with puppy dog eyes. She’d never picked up a man in a bar, but for some reason she trusted him. She held out her hand. “Destiny.” “Nik.” His handshake was firm and she’d bet he was a man who got what he wanted. Well, he wanted her, and why the hell not? He was once again, going to get what he wanted. She downed the rest of her drink then turned to him. “Shall we?”

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His mouth dropped open. “You mean my honesty worked?” “Yes. Have you never tried it before?” “Uh, no.” She laughed. She couldn’t help it. She didn’t think she’d be laughing tomorrow, so why not enjoy tonight? Her grandmother was tucked into bed by her health aid. No need for Destiny to rush home. It had been awhile and she was itching to feel a man’s touch. He downed his last two shots then dropped a bunch of bills on the bar. Some of those bills were twenties. She knew the shots didn’t cost that much, nor did her drink, so the bartender would be excited about his tip.

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She was going to mention his money, but then shut her mouth. Wasn’t her business and her grandmother had taught her to mind her own beeswax. “You drive. That way you’ll have your car in case I turn into a raving lunatic.” “Does that happen often?” she said. “No, but there’s always a first time.” She laughed again. She took his hand and led him out to her car. It wasn’t much to speak of, but she was getting a new one, courtesy of an inheritance that should be in her bank in a week. He didn’t say anything as he climbed into her car. She hadn’t noticed, but he was a large man. Now that they were in her compact, she realized that he was all muscle. She

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could hold her own in a fight, but he might actually be that much stronger than her. “You having second thoughts?” he said. She licked her lips. “You’re very big.” “In every area, sweetheart.” She liked the lopsided grin on his face. The statement should have been dirty, but that grin made it funny. “Glad to hear it.” She started her car and he gave her directions to his house. Fifteen minutes later she pulled into a gated driveway. The gate opened and she drove through. “My cottage is around the back.” The house was huge. She must have gasped.

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“It’s only temporary. It’s a friend’s house and he lets me stay in his cottage.” She pulled up in front of a building that she wouldn’t describe as a cottage at all. It had two stories and three dormers sticking out the front. The porch wrapped around the two sides she could see. She turned off the engine. Nikolai climbed out then opened her car door for her. She hadn’t been waiting for him to do it, she’d just been staring at the house illuminate by several floodlights that had turned on when she parked. He held out his hand. “Milady.” “How gallant of you.”

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“It’s the least I could do since none of the rest of what I’m going to do to you will be less than gentlemanly.” She stood then looked up at him. “Promise?” He laughed. “Promise.” He unlocked the door and held it open for her. The foyer was one of those two story deals with a large window. The moonlight cast a Cheshire Cat-like smile on the floor. Nikolai turned on a light. “You need anything to drink?” She almost said she did, but she might chicken out if she waited too long. This was her first one-night stand and she had no idea of the protocol. Was she supposed to spend

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the night? Was she supposed to sneak out so he didn’t have to face her over breakfast? Better to have sex and then scoot out of here. “No, I’m fine.” He still held her hand. He stared at her for a moment. “I’m going to kiss you, Destiny. Is that okay?” “Uh, sure.” He put his hands on her face, tilted his head then brushed her lips gently. Her lips tingled at his touch. She pushed herself closer to deepen the almost-chaste peck. He kissed like a man who’d been kissed often. She hoped she was doing okay. He didn’t pull away in disgust.

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When he did pull away, he leaned his forehead against hers. “You’re good at that.” She didn’t know how to answer that, so she remained quiet. He stepped away, tugging her with him. “My bedroom’s upstairs.” His bedroom was done in hues of blue. That was all she had time to notice before he pulled her into a kiss again. His hands roved over her body, igniting fires as they went. They stopped on her breasts, holding them as if he were weighing precious cargo. She tugged his shirt out of his pants, then unbuttoned it to reveal a chest with just enough hair to make a girl’s heart go pitty-

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pat. She liked men with hair. She stuck her face in it and rubbed, like a cat. A chuckle rumbled out of him, and she pulled away. “I liked it, Destiny.” * Nikolai had to admit that her rubbing her face on his chest was one of the sweetest things he’d ever seen. One night stands were about dirty, monkey sex and she was just adorable. Why couldn’t he have met her when he was ready for someone in his life? Not now with all the turmoil he was experiencing. Damn. He couldn’t catch a break.

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Her wide eyes stared up at him. He put her hand on his chest. “It’s okay. Whatever you do is fine.” Her face relaxed and she stepped closer to him. He undid her blouse, slipped it off of her shoulders. Her skin was soft and warm. Her bra was simple, but held her breasts so they had some cleavage between then. He kissed right above that cleavage while he undid her bra. Once that was on the floor, he could pay some attention to her tits. They were large and supple and he could see himself getting lost in them. He knelt down in front of her. His hand played with one nipple while his mouth sucked on the other. She inhaled sharply. She was enjoying this. Nothing sounded better than a woman enjoying herself.

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Nothing made him harder than being the one to make that woman sound like that. He didn’t understand selfish lovers. Why? What was the point? He found that if the woman enjoyed herself, then he enjoyed himself. She tasted like apples, his favorite fruit. Her hands fisted on his shoulders as he switched his hand and his mouth. Her nipples came to stiff peaks when he let them go. Her head had fallen back and her eyes were closed. He couldn’t help but smile. He still had it. He stood, her eyes opened, her hands rubbed down his chest. She began to work on his pants. Her breath was quicker. His heart

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beat rapidly in his chest. She undid pants, shoving them down his legs. stepped out of them. His erection tented boxer briefs. She rubbed her hand down shorts, making his body jolt.

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“That might just go off before you’re ready.” “I’m sure you’d be ready again in a few minutes.” “Damned straight.” He didn’t want to waste any erections, so he pulled her hand away from his and kissed it. “Your turn,” he said as he undid her pants. They ended up on the floor moments later. Her panties were purple and silk. He

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could smell her arousal. He knelt back down and started to take off her panties with his teeth. “Your stubble tickles,” she said, a little giggle coming out. “My intention isn’t to tickle you, but laughing during sex is always good. As long as you don’t do it when my underwear comes off.” She laughed. “I doubt it.” He pulled his underwear off. She didn’t laugh. Her eyes widened and she clapped her hands. “I’ve never received an ovation for my dick,” he said. “Well, you should have. It’s impressive,” she said.

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“Wait until you see what it’ll make you feel.” Her smile widened, her eyes twinkling with it. Oh boy. She was someone he’d probably never get tired of looking at. But she’d be gone by morning. Bad timing. She put her hand on it, holding it with confidence. He wondered how many of those she had held, but then he stopped thinking all together as she stroked slowly up and down. “Oh, Destiny.” She smiled as if she knew that she had all the power in the world right now. She could walk out of here or she could let him do nasty things to her. No safe word necessary.

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He truly hoped that she wouldn’t walk out. She let him go, then slid her panties down her legs. He gasped. She was completely naked. For him. A small smile played across her lips. He sat on the bed, pulled her onto him so she was straddling his lap. He kissed her as his thumb found that spot that would drive her wild. He’d never met a woman that wasn’t putty in his hands when he rubbed her clit. They went wild when he licked, but he wasn’t ready for that. Her head fell back, her body arched up so her tits were right at his mouth. Don’t mind if I do. He tasted them again. Her body stiffened. She was close so he put one finger

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inside of her, stroking inside and out. Her fingers curled into his shoulders, then a keening sound came out of her. He was glad he had no neighbors. She might have woken them up. Her vagina clenched around his finger as her body convulsed. She stopped breathing for a moment then resumed in large gulps. He’d done well. He knew that. He waited for the aftershocks to finish before he flipped her over onto the bed. She didn’t move except to center herself on the bed. She watched him as he dug for a condom in the nightstand. He came up with a glow in the dark one. Her giggled distracted him. “Glow in the dark?”

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“Yep.” “Now you see it. Now you don’t.” He laughed at the visual. He liked the laugh during sex. It could be very funny or very serious. He was glad she could see the humor. She reached out before he could put on the condom. “Allow me.” She sat up, using two hands, and rolled it onto him. Her fingers were doing magic. He almost came right then. That would have been embarrassing. Instead, he was able to slide into her and stop for a moment. She was warm and wet and he could camp here if he didn’t have obligations. But he did, so he pulled out then

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pushed back in, her body arching to meet his every stroke. Her breathing became ragged, her fingers dug into his back. She made that keening sound again. Then her body clenched around his, milking him of his orgasm as she clearly went over the edge. He gritted his teeth as he groaned, thrusting a few more times until he was empty. *** Destiny woke and knew it was early morning. Light was just coming in the window, but her bedroom didn’t face that way. It faced a brick wall. Wait. This wasn’t Hoboken. There were no sounds of traffic or ambulances.

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This place was quieter than that. That’s when it all came back to her. She moved her head to look at her bed partner. He was snoring, sleeping on his back. The covers were mostly off of him. She could see his impressive chest. He definitely worked out. As much as she’d love to lie here and admire him, she needed to get home to shower before work. At least her car was here. She slid carefully out from under the covers. Thankfully she found all of her clothing so she dressed in the hallway, hoping no one else was here. Minutes later she was starting her car, then driving away from the cottage that had been the site of her first one night stand. She

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wasn’t sure if she’d do that again, but he’d been a good and patient lover. She’d lost track of how many orgasms she’d had. That sex might hold her over for a year or more. She hadn’t even been looking for someone when she entered the bar. No, she’d wanted a quiet drink to digest all that Yuri had told her yesterday. He was dying. He was giving the company to his son. She was supposed to make that transition smooth. If the son didn’t want her as an assistant, she would get a generous severance. Enough that she could take her time looking for a new job. The thing was, she didn’t want to work for anyone else. Yuri had seen her the day she interviewed. She was fresh out of

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Penn State and nervous. He’d walked through the lobby, stopping to say hello. She’d chatted with him, not knowing who he was. He went on his way, the Human Resources person interviewed her, then offered her the job on the spot. Not the one she’d applied for, but as assistant to the CEO. The salary had been more than she’d ever expected to make and would go a long way to pay for her grandmother’s medication. She jumped at the chance, then spent the next day worried that she wouldn’t do a good job. Yuri had been a boss and mentor. He’d showed her amazing patience and now she didn’t want to work for anyone else. What were the chances that she would find another boss like him? Nil.

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And now his son, whom she’d never met, would take over the company. At least he couldn’t fire her outright. Yuri had already given her a letter of recommendation in case she needed it. He wouldn’t let her down. She knew it. This son was an unknown quantity. She pondered this as she drove her car back to the apartment in Hoboken with her grandmother. When she entered the apartment, she could smell bacon. Wanda, the day home health aide, was cooking breakfast. “Is Gram up yet?” “No, I’m about to go wake her.” “Give me ten minutes to get a shower.”

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Wanda just smiled. A young girl from Trinidad, she didn’t judge. Just laughed at whatever happened. Destiny was in and out of the shower before her grandmother came down for breakfast. She was dressed for work and butterflies populated her stomach. Today was the day. “You look more nervous than a longtailed cat in a room full of rockers,” Gram said. “My boss told me he’s leaving the company to his son. Yuri is sick and he wants to retire. I’m meeting the son today. I’m nervous,” Destiny said as she sipped her coffee. “You should still eat.”

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Of course Gram would push food. It was her answer for everything. Boy broke your heart? Eat pie. Lost your job? Have a casserole. It was amazing that Destiny wasn’t the size of a house. “I’ll be okay, Gram, really.” “No man is going to kill my appetite,” Gram said. No man was going to mess with her grandmother either. The family rumor was that Gram’s husband had pissed her off so she put something in his food. He died two days later. Her Gram never spoke about him ever. Everyone knew not to ask her. “I need to get to work. I have to get there early to make sure everything is in order.”

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“You probably did that before you left, Destiny. Stop worrying. What’s supposed to happen will happen.” She kissed her grandmother’s cheek, feeling how thin her skin was, then left for work. She parked her car in the spot she’d earned. Not the front row, but the row behind it. All of the executives had a spot. Their assistants had the row behind them. The rest of the company could jockey for the rest of the spots. She gathered her purse, then strode into the building. Alman Enterprises took up the whole building in a town in New Jersey with a view of Manhattan. Destiny was glad not to work in the big city. She preferred New Jersey where she grew up.

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The building was abuzz with a different energy. Had Yuri’s son made an appearance already? She swallowed hard, squared her shoulders and pushed the button for the elevator. Yuri’s office was on the top floor of the four-story building. Whatever is going to happen, is going happen. She was safe either way even if she didn’t want to look for a new job. She wouldn’t be homeless. She wouldn’t be jobless for long. She had to believe that. She settled at her desk, knowing Yuri wasn’t in yet, but would be soon. She straightened everything she could straighten then pulled out the report that she’d give to Yuri’s son when he arrive. It outlined the whole company.

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She’d done it herself. Now, to wait for Yuri and his son.

Chapter2 Nik woke up alone and for once he was disappointed. He might have wanted to get to know Destiny better. He would have made breakfast and small talk. Learned her last name. Now he had no way of contacting her. Maybe that was for the best. This was a nutty time in his life and he had no room for love. Or even a friend with benefits situation. The sex had been great, but that could have been because he needed it so badly. He showered, then dressed in a suit. One he hadn’t worn in years. This wasn’t a suit for the FBI. This was a suit his father

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had insisted he had. Nik contemplated shaving, but then chose not to. Might piss off his father, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear anything the man had to say. He knew this had something to do with the old man retiring. Nik wasn’t sure he was the person for the job of CEO, but his father would insist. It was his legacy, his inheritance, he’d say. How could he tell his father he didn’t want his inheritance? That Nik’s life was out in the field. Except for the fact that Nik had taken a leave of absence, he knew he’d get back to his job busting the bad guys. He would. He just had to wipe the image of Mark’s death out of his brain first. That might take some time. A few beers and,

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if he could figure out how to find her, a few more nights with Destiny. He knew her license plate number and what type of car she drove. He could get her address and lots of information about her. As he left his cottage, he knew he’d do that tonight. He wasn’t ready to let go of Destiny. Was she his destiny? He chuckled. She was destined to be in his bed for a few more nights. That was it. Nik wasn’t the marrying kind. He liked field work too much and that was hard on a marriage. Though Mark had been happily married. Not anymore. He shook away thoughts of Mark as he uncovered one of the three cars his father left for him to drive. He’d left one at the bar

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so Destiny could drive. He’d figure out how to get it back later. Today he would take the Maserati. The engine sprung to life like an animal waking from a snooze and ready for its day. The hum of the cylinders was intoxicating. If they’d just make one in manual, Nikolai would be a happy man. He parked the car in one of the executive spots. Right next to his father’s Bentley. His father sat on a bench outside the building that had a view of Manhattan. Close enough to be there at a moment’s notice, but far enough that the rent was cheaper. His father owned the building, though, so rent wasn’t a problem. Property taxes were more of an issue.

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He stopped in front of the man who had raised him. His father was looking thinner, his hair a little more silver. The spark had gone out of his eyes. He hated to face his father’s age. It meant his own mortality, too. “Taking in some sun?” “It’s September, boy, we only have a few more weeks we can sit outside.” Nikolai cocked his head. Yuri Alman wasn’t a stop-and-smell-the-roses kind of guy. What had brought this on? “Shouldn’t we get started?” “I wanted to chat with you out here for a moment. About the other reason I called you home.” “Oh?”

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His father patted a spot next to him. Nikolai obeyed and lowered himself to the bench. “Someone is stealing money from me,” Yuri said. “You know this for sure?” “I have my hand in everything. Maybe not the decision-making, but I know where my money goes. I still have a firm handle on that.” Nikolai grimaced. That was a subtle dig to his own financial mishaps in the past. He’d paid off all of his debts. He’d also be very rich if he took over his father’s company. “Okay. Any ideas who?” “If I did, I wouldn’t need you.”

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“Fair enough. Will I have free rein to do this how I want?” Nikolai asked, knowing his father would stick his nose into it whenever he could. “Yes. This is your skill set. Not mine.” Nikolai chuckled. stopped you in the past.”

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Yuri smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I promise, I won’t meddle. Just give me updates.” “Deal.” His father stood and Nikolai followed, embracing his father. The man’s arms were weak and it wasn’t like hugging a bear the way it had been all of his life. Was his father sick?

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“You’ll have to meet my assistant first. She will be your navigator for this whole process of running this company. I couldn’t have been this successful without her. Don’t judge by appearances.” “Okay.” He had no idea what that meant, but he was keeping his mind open. His father led him into the building. They took the elevator to the top floor. The doors opened onto a plush office. No one could get up here without Yuri’s permission. Only his top people had offices here. “My assistant must be getting some coffee. Let’s go through to my office.” “Is your investigation?”

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His father stopped just inside his office door. “She is not. She is above reproach.” No one was above being investigated in Nikolai’s mind. He would just be more discreet with his father’s assistant. He suspected she was an older woman who lived with thirty cats. That would be the only way someone could do that job. If she had a life, she wouldn’t be able to devote so much time to Yuri. Yuri sat behind his desk. Nikolai sat on one of the leather chairs in front of the desk. His father had good taste, he thought as the chair practically cradled him. Comfortable, but not good for getting work done. Yuri looked up at the door. “Oh, here she is.”

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Nikolai shifted in his seat and looked right at the woman he’d slept with last night. *** Destiny’s mouth went dry. She stood in the doorway, looking at the man she’d had sex with last night. What had supposed to be anonymous sex. Never to be seen again. And here he was. “Destiny?” Yuri said. “Good morning, Yuri,” she said, entering the room like a skittish animal. What was she supposed to do in this situation? Was she supposed to admit she knew him? Then there would be explanations. That would be awkward and awful.

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Nik made her decision for her. He stood, strode over to her, and shook her hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Nikolai Alman.” She looked into his eyes and saw a little bit of pleading. Guess he didn’t want his father to think they knew each other. She shook his hand back. “Nice to meet you Nikolai. I’m Destiny Brown.” He nodded at her then moved to sit back down. “Sit with us, Destiny. You and Nikolai will be spending a lot of time together in the next few months,” Yuri said. That made Destiny’s heart speed up. She thought about how wanton she’d been last night. Holy crap. She’d given the man a

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blow job. Her first ever. Only because she didn’t think she’d ever see him again. And now all she can see is the size of the man’s penis as she has to tell him all about running Yuri’s company. At this moment, Destiny wanted a hole to open up and suck her into it. Nikolai had a serious look on his face, so he wasn’t enjoying this either. “Destiny? Are you okay?” Yuri said. She cleared her throat, strode to the seats and sat down. “Yes, sorry. Guess I didn’t get enough sleep last night.” “Well, you need to try harder at that. I need you in top shape to take care of my son. You’ll have to attend to whatever he needs,” Yuri said.

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Destiny almost choked. Attend to his needs? Nikolai turned a smile her way. That wasn’t helping. “I’m sure I’ll be better tomorrow. Sorry, I’m not at my finest.” “Okay. So let’s get down to it. Destiny knows everything there is to know about the company. She also knows a lot about the personal life. Destiny, please close the door.” Nikolai was on his feet. “I’ll do it.” He returned a moment later. He stared at Yuri, not giving Destiny a glance, which she appreciated. Right now, all she could remember were the sounds she’d made as they had sex last night. She swallowed hard, dragging her concentration to the present.

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What hellish thing did she do in a former life to have this happen? “Nik, the part of this I haven’t told you, is that I have cancer. I will probably survive it, but I want to expend all of my energy fighting it. That’s why I called you back to take over the company.” Nikolai’s mouth dropped open. That was pretty much how Destiny had felt yesterday. That’s what had her fleeing to a bar last night. That’s what had her fling herself into Nikolai’s arms last night. Again and again. He hadn’t been kidding about doing nasty things either. She’d loved every one of them. They had all made her forget about how her life was going to change soon.

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“Oh, my, Dad. I had no idea,” Nikolai said. “I’ve just been diagnosed. I have a good prognosis, but you understand that I’d rather be at home with my wife than here.” “Of course, Dad. I get it. I’ll do what I can to make this easier on you.” At least Nikolai was a good son. He seemed as if he was willing to run Alman Enterprises for Yuri. Still, she wasn’t sure that she would still have a job at the end of this. Why would Nikolai want to keep her around? As a memory of their one night? What a mess. The first time she sleeps with someone she’d picked up at a bar and he’s the boss’s son. Her new boss. What the hell? Yuri went on, talking about what he

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envisioned for the next few years of the company. “Of course, when you run it, you can do what you want. It’s yours and I understand if this isn’t what you want to be doing.” Nikolai frowned, then glanced at Destiny. “Let’s just say that I’m not sure what I want to be doing. I’m at a crossroads, so this might be good timing. I’ll find out if I can hack it as a CEO.” That didn’t warm her heart. He was doing this out of duty and doing it because he had nothing better to do. Nice. Guess she better update her resume. “I have the utmost faith in you Nikolai. With Destiny by your side, you can do this. She’s been invaluable to me and

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she’s the most loyal assistant I’ve ever had,” Yuri said. She sounded like a puppy. Well, they had done it doggy style once last night. Will this day never end? Could she fake a seizure and get out of here? No, this was Yuri and she had to reassure him that she would work with Nikolai. Closely. She smiled at Nikolai, her best fake smile. “I’m sure we’ll be fine, Yuri. I’ll do my best to make this transition smooth.” Nikolai only glanced at her. Was he as uncomfortable as she was? She hoped. Finally she was able to leave the office. She went into the ladies’ room to splash some water on

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her face. She took a deep breath, trying to ground herself. “You can do this, Destiny. You can do this and then find another job.” Then someone knocked on the door.

Chapter3 Nikolai stood outside the ladies’ room door. Destiny had escaped into it after their meeting. He wanted to reassure her that he wouldn’t give up their secret. Destiny opened the door, looking less harried than she had in Yuri’s office. “You okay?” he said. She nodded. “I need to get back to my desk.” He put a hand out to stop her. “I’m not going to say anything.” “Good.” She brushed past him. He couldn’t blame her for being uncomfortable. He was a

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little nervous also, though if anyone knew, they would pat him on the back. Why was it such a double standard? Women should get high fives for the guys they bed also. He watched her stride away from him, wishing he could say something to make this right. He’d like her in his bed tonight. Should he just be honest? He could work and play with her. That wouldn’t be a problem. He would have followed her, but he had a meeting with someone; Martin Krevchenko, the person who probably thought he was going to run the company. Nothing like starting off strong. Nikolai had specially asked for the meeting to be in Krevchenko’s office to make the man think he was in control.

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He wasn’t. Nikolai knocked on the man’s door then entered before he could say anything. Martin was at his desk, looking surprised that someone had walked in. “May I help you?” Martin said. Nikolai had worked summers here in college, but Krevchenko hadn’t been there then. He’d joined after Nikolai had graduated and moved up the company ladder quickly. He thought Martin was into the office politics and was probably a good schmoozer. Which meant Nikolai didn’t trust him. He entered the office as if he owned it, which in a sense he did, then closed the door behind him.

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Martin looked at him worried. “Do I need to call security?” “I’m Nikolai Alman.” He let the words stand. He wasn’t going to explain. Martin seemed to recover. A fake smile appeared on his face as he rose with his hand extended. “Martin Krevchenko. I had heard you were coming in today.” Nikolai shook the man’s hand, holding it longer than he should have to put him off balance. He didn’t like this man who he had just met. His law enforcement career had taught him to trust his instincts. This man pinned his bullshit-meter. Even after only exchanging a few words.

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“Nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you, Nik. Can I call you Nik?” “No.” “Oh, then Nikolai. Your father is so proud of your career.” Nikolai wanted to throw up on the man’s desk. He might have diabetes after this meeting because this man was being so sickeningly sweet. He sat down without being asked. Martin blinked then sat in his own chair. “I’m sorry about your dad.” “Yes, thanks.” Nikolai continued to stare at the man. “Can I get you some coffee or water?” “I’m just meeting the main executives of the company. I’ve met with my dad and

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he’s given me the rundown on everyone,” Nikolai said. “I hope he only said good things about me.” Nikolai only flashed him a small smile. This guy couldn’t be this much of an ass-kisser could he? Probably how he got his job. As long as he did his job and kept his nose clean, Nikolai actually didn’t care if he liked him or not. Or if Martin had any feelings toward Nikolai. Didn’t matter. This was business. He had plans to only mix business and pleasure with Destiny. “What I’d like from you is a report about your job duties.” “Didn’t Destiny give you that?”

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“I do have that. I want it in your own words. Everyone on this floor, including administrative assistants, will be required to do this. No need to feel singled out.” “Will Destiny have to do one?” Why was he so interested in what Destiny was doing? “Of course. She’s on this floor.” “I’m sure there will be some duties she won’t mention.” “Oh?” What the hell was this man talking about? If he was intimating what Nikolai though he was intimating, he wanted to pound him into the ground. Then again, he knew nothing about Destiny other than she’d picked him up in a bar and had sex with him.

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Martin made a fist then looked like he was punching the air in front of him. A universal sign for sex. Nikolai had a choice at this moment. If he said anything, he might out himself. If he ignored the man, he could pretend he hadn’t seen it. Either way the gesture was rude and made Nikolai’s blood boil. “I’m sure she’ll tell me everything pertinent to the job. I have a few more people to meet before days’ end. Thanks for your time. I expect that report on my desk by end of the day tomorrow.” He stood, then left without shaking the man’s hand. He didn’t want to touch him again. The man was an ass. Even if his father and Destiny were having an affair, it was none of the man’s business. And if he was spreading that rumor around, the man might

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have to be disciplined; through Human Resources, of course, not by the vigilante justice that Nikolai would like to administer. No, he’d do it by the book. There had to be a record of it. Another day for this problem. He had the rest of the floor to talk to. If anyone else mentioned Destiny with his father, he’d have to look into it. As far as he knew, his father loved his stepmother. She worked in Human Resources, so the rumors must have gotten down to her. Nikolai puzzled over it as he went through his day. What had been Martin’s point in saying something like that to him? Did he expect Nikolai would be tunnel

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buddies with his father? He shuddered for a moment. That was a creepy idea. *** The end of the day was approaching and Destiny hadn’t seen Nikolai. Thankfully. He’d been talking to all of the executives today. She knew he was on the floor, but she hadn’t had to run into him. Now she was exhausted. Lunch had been lonely again as Yuri and his wife, Natasha, were off to his first chemotherapy session. She’d had the corner office to herself. She suspected that Nikolai would come back here and she wanted to be gone before then. As she was packing to leave, he was striding down the hall. He was a large man

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who was not easily missed. Despite that his step wasn’t heavy. “Leaving?” She swallowed hard. “Uh, yes. Did you need me for something?” He stared at her and she realized how loaded a question she’d just asked. She would have blushed if she could. “I mean, is there something else I can do for you?” That didn’t sound any better. “Can I go?” He chuckled. “I’d like to talk to you about my day, Destiny. Let’s go in my father’s office.” Oh, shit. She really needed to have packed up ten minutes ago. Then she wouldn’t be having this conversation. Alone.

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With this man who had turned her on so well last night. Yikes. She pasted on a smile. “Sure thing. You need coffee?” “No. I’m not a huge coffee drinker.” He walked into Yuri’s office. “Close the door behind you.” She did, then sat on a chair she helped pick out. It cradled her and she thought she could sleep in it. Maybe not what an executive wants, but she liked it and she probably sat in it more than anyone else in the company. Nikolai settled on his father’s chair, as if he owned the place or had been running it for years. Guess he just had that presence.

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Even before she sat down at the bar last night, she’d noticed him. Her eyes had been drawn to him. His snow white hair stood out on such a young man. At least she thought he was young. “I talked to everyone on this floor except for the administrative assistants. I’ve asked everyone to give me a report about their duties here at Alman Enterprises. They should be filtering in all day tomorrow. I want to compare what they think they are doing to what you and my father thought they were doing.” “Sounds reasonable. Do you need one from me?” “No, question.”

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“Okay.” What could he want to know? He looked uncomfortable. “Did Martin Krevchenko ever hit on you?” She gulped. “Uh, maybe. I guess he did ask me out when I first started.” “Did you go out with him?” “No, he’s twice my age and was married at that point.” Eww was all she could think. She’d turned him down as politely as possible. A grin blossomed on Nikolai’s face. “Good.” “Why?” He rubbed his chin, while studying her. “He intimated that you and my father were having an affair.”

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Destiny’s eyes widened. That might explain why no one wanted to eat lunch with her. “I’m not sure how that information would be pertinent to your job.” He blinked. “You aren’t going to answer the question?” “No. I don’t think it’s any of your business.” She hadn’t had an affair with his father, but how could he ask her that? It was insulting. His father had been more like a father to her than a skeevy uncle like he was suggesting. He shifted in his chair, still studying her. She knew what he was doing; remaining quiet so she would fill in the silences. She wasn’t biting. She could sit here all evening

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and not talk to him. She might yawn, but that’s all he’d get. He finally smiled. “You’re good, Destiny. Most people wouldn’t last that long without stammering out some words. It also leads me to believe that you haven’t had an affair with my father. I didn’t think so, knowing him and that he loves my stepmother.” She only nodded, not giving him anything. He laughed. “Okay. Contest over. You won. You free for dinner?” She blinked. “Dinner?” “You know, that meal that you eat in the evening after work. Are you free or do you have plans?”

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“Am I obligated to go to dinner with you?” “No, your job is not dependent on it. I just wanted to take you to dinner. Casual.” “Casual? Shall we address the elephant in the room then? We’ve seen each other naked. We’ve done wonderfully nasty things to each other. I don’t see us dating or joining a book club together.” He laughed again. “Okay. You certainly put me in my place, but I still want to take you to dinner. We’re going to be working closely together over the next several weeks so we might as well get to know each other.” “I’ve worked for your father for five years and we’ve never gone out to dinner.

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I’ve been successful as his assistant without getting to know him.” “You are one tough cookie, Destiny. I don’t have anyone to have dinner with tonight so please cut a man a break and go to dinner with him.” She stood, a small smile on her face. “I’m sure a guy that looks like you can find someone to take to dinner. I need to go home. I have family obligations.” She strode out of his office, or Yuri’s office, grabbed her things then left. She didn’t look back and she should probably update her resume. She never would have talked to Yuri that way, but he never would have asked her to dinner.

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It was repulsion. No, Nikolai was hot, but she was embarrassed about her behavior. She had the man’s penis in her mouth last night. The first penis in there ever. She rubbed her face as she went down in the elevator. How was she ever going to work for him if all she ever pictured when they spoke was him naked?

Chapter4 Nikolai stood in the parking lot, taking in one of the last warm days of fall. The weather was already cool at night and soon that coolness would creep into the days. He’d needed a breath of fresh air so he was outside. People murmured at him as he passed, but there had been no formal announcement of his taking over. Most of the company probably knew it via the rumor mill, but he decided he’d have to say something. At least an e-mail so no one got antsy and worried about their jobs. He didn’t need a mass exodus of the most talented people. The untalented could be shown the door eventually. His changes

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might shake them out anyway. Change always did. He watched a car pull into the parking lot. The driver parked it in the row for Administrative Assistants. The car wasn’t as expensive as he could afford, but the price tag was startling. A Cadillac. Who in the administrative assistant pool could afford that? Maybe someone’s husband bought it for them. He continued to eye it, waiting to see who it was. He was curious now. He settled on a bench on the sidewalk leading to the building. He had a few minutes. He’d need lunch soon, but then there was a meeting. He felt as if he’d met with everyone personally.

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He also must go through all of the job reports that were on his desk. Part of him wanted to have Destiny help, but she’d taken the morning off. An appointment of some kind. He hadn’t paid much attention. All he needed to know was that she wasn’t going to be here. He should have had her bring him lunch. Then he’d have it on the way. Instead, he’d have to make a decision, which wasn’t hard, but he didn’t know what was good and not good in the neighborhood. Italian was always excellent. This was New Jersey, of course. That decided, he’d have Destiny call in his order when she arrived. He could eat whenever.

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It still smarted that she’d turned down his dinner invite. He also wished she’d told him if the rumors about her affair with his father were true. He couldn’t really ask his father. “The company is fine, Dad, and by the way, have you been doing your assistant?” He didn’t see that as dinner conversation. Nor did he know the next time he’d have dinner with his father. Yuri was pressuring him to move home, but Nikolai couldn’t see that working. He lived alone. And if he wanted to bring a woman back to his place, he wanted that freedom. Just like he’d brought Destiny back. The memories of that night made his mouth water and his dick twitch. If his father was having an affair, he was a lucky man. The woman knew her way around a man’s body.

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If he had a chance to have her again, he would. Finally, the person driving the Cadillac climbed out. To Nikolai’s surprise, it was Destiny. That wasn't the car she’d driven the other day. This one was brand new. Had she just picked it up? Was that her appointment this morning? Well, well, well. He knew her salary. She couldn’t afford payments on that car. What the hell? She just went to the top of his list of suspects. She could so easily be embezzling money from the company. How stupid could she be to flaunt it? Not smart enough to not get caught. He’d figure out what she was doing.

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Guess he wouldn’t find out unless he used pillow talk to get it out of her. Not that they’d talked a whole lot last time. They’d slept a little and fucked a lot. She’d looked pretty good the next day, but makeup was probably a wonderful thing. Destiny sauntered out of the parking lot, onto the path to the door. She seemed to be in another world and she jumped when she saw him. Guilty conscience? “Hello, Mr. Alman. I didn’t see you there.” “I was getting some fresh air. I don’t usually work in an office so it’s an adjustment.” “It’s a beautiful day.”

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He glanced over her shoulder. “Nice car.” “Thanks.” He studied her. She wasn’t going to say anything more. She’d be a great witness. He doubted any prosecutor could get her to break on the stand. “You pick it up today?” “Yes.” No more information than he asked for. No less. Just an answer. Straight up. She was good. He’d bet that she’d covered her tracks very well. This case might actually have some meat in it. This might be more of a challenge than he thought. Destiny would probably prove to be a worthy advocate.

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“Could you order me a chicken Parmesan sandwich from the best Italian place around?” “Sure. Anything else? I really should get to my desk. My boss is a jerk about being late.” Was she flirting with him? He smiled, but wanted to laugh out loud at her. That took big brass balls for sure. Was she that cocky or that confident that she’d covered her tracks? “I’ve heard he can be a slave driver.” “You’ve heard Parmesan sandwich.”

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“Yes, and a soda. Nothing diet or with caffeine.” “No caffeine?”

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“Nope, don’t need it once I get going.” She gave him a knowing smile. He hadn’t meant that to be dirty, but it seemed many things were around Destiny. She didn’t seem to be too uncomfortable around him today. She must have gotten over the initial shock that she’d had a fling with her boss. “I’ll call it in as soon as I get settled. You have a meeting in an hour?” “Yes. With the Human Resources Department. It will be my fourth meeting today.” She chuckled. “That’s why you make the big bucks.” She sauntered away. He watched because she had a nice ass. He had failed to

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bite that ass, but he would if it were presented to him again. Then again, she might be his only suspect. She might be taking money from his company. He shook himself. He had to banish thoughts of Destiny naked. Not an easy task when he knew her pretty intimately. *** Destiny could see the accusation in his eyes. He hadn’t voiced it, but he had no proof. What he didn’t know was that she’d inherited the car. An aunt had just bought it then died. Her own car was a mess so she jumped at the chance to drive something new.

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She’d guessed from Nikolai’s reaction that it was expensive. She knew little about cars except to maintain them. Her other car had more than one hundred thousand on the odometer. At that point, it had been on its last leg. She dropped her purse in her drawer then searched for the closest restaurant that would do Italian take out. She’d never suspected Nikolai would be into food like that, but she all she knew about his former life was that he was a cop in some way. Yuri had never been specific. Guess cops always ate food like that. She ordered it, then Martin was at her desk. “Hello, Destiny.”

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Could he ever say her name without it sounding skeevy? She doubted it. She hadn’t fended off an advance from him in years. Guess he assumed she had been having an affair with her boss and he’d left her alone. Not so much anymore. Maybe she could start a rumor that she was doing it with Nikolai. Then this man, this animal, would leave her alone. He sat on the edge of her desk. She hated that. Yuri never did that. He had respect for her work space. Destiny shifted away from him as if she needed to look for something in a drawer. She wished she could shove him off of her desk, but he still had power over her.

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Yuri would have her back. She had no idea if Nikolai would support her. If he thought she was doing something wrong with his father or the finances, he’d never be on her side. She had to tread carefully. She had no support system now. “Can I help you with something Mr. Krevchenko?” He had a folder in his hand. “I have that report that Nikolai wanted.” Nikolai. As if they were best friends. “It was due yesterday,” she said. “Well, it’s here today.” He put it on her desk. Right in front of her. Leaning over to look down her shirt. It didn’t show any cleavage.

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“Thanks. I’ll give it to him when he gets back to his desk.” “We should go to lunch, Destiny.” “Oh?” “Talk about your future in this company.” “That seems like a conversation I should have with Mr. Alman.” “Maybe. We don’t know if Mr. Alman is sticking around. He might not be running the company forever,” Martin said. The idea chilled her. If Martin was her boss, she was going to quit. “Is there a problem, Destiny?” Nikolai said from behind Martin who almost fell off of her desk.

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“Uh, no sir. Mr. Krevchenko was just dropping off his report.” “A day late,” Nikolai said. Destiny smiled, and stifled a laugh behind Martin’s back. Ass. “Well, it took me longer than I thought,” Krevchenko said. “Thanks for putting the effort in,” Nikolai said. “I’ll be in touch.” Martin glanced at Destiny who refused to make eye contact with him, then he left. “Destiny, I need to speak with you,” Nikolai said. Her office phone rang. “Can I take this?” “Sure.”

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She answered. “Mr. Alman’s office.” “Destiny, it’s Stacey at the front desk. There is a man here to see you.” “A man?” “Says he’s your husband?” Shit. “I’ll be down in five.” She hung up. “I need to take care of this. Will that be okay?” “Sure.” She took the elevator down to see her ex-boyfriend. He was not her husband. Had never been her husband. Never would be her husband. She regretted ever going out with him. He liked to show up when he needed money.

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Yuri had thrown him out of the building last time. Guess he didn’t learn his lesson. Jamal Hawkins stood all of five-footsix. You’d think if you were that short then you’d stand up straight. Try to look presentable. Not Jamal. He hunched over like he was gangsta, his pants hanging too low. Destiny had no idea what she’d seen in him. “What are you doing here, Jamal?” “I came to take you to lunch, baby.” “I’ve already eaten and I’m not your baby.” “Destiny? Code thirty?” Stacey said. Code thirty was the code for security. Destiny shook her head. She could handle Jamal.

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“Sure you are. I saw that nice ride you got.” So that was it. He thought she’d won the lottery or something. Of course it had to do with money. It always had to do with money when it came to Jamal. Someone had to support his habit. This time it wasn’t her. “I’ve got nothing for you Jamal,” Destiny said. “Shall I talk your boss into giving you a raise?” he said. That was the last thing she needed. Nikolai and Jamal in the same room. Shit. “Go away, Jamal, before I call security,” Destiny said.

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“Is there a problem?” Nikolai said for the second time today. Here he was saving her again. “Jamal was just leaving.” Jamal was having none of it. He swaggered toward Nikolai, his hand outstretched. “I’m Destiny’s husband.” Nikolai shook the man’s hand, but looked at her over him. She shook her head. This man was not her husband. “Nice to meet you, but I don’t think Destiny agrees with your marital status,” Nikolai said. “What? Course she does. I’m just here to collect her paycheck to put it in the bank for her.”

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“Funny. We don’t issue those until Friday.” “Guess I lost track of time,” Jamal said. “I think you need to go now, Jamal,” Nikolai said. “Before I call security. Or the cops.” Jamal’s mouth fell open. He backed away. “No need to call the cops.” He turned to Destiny. “I’ll see you at home.” She didn’t say anything as he walked out. “I’m sorry for the interruption, Mr. Alman.” “Not your fault.” Jamal stopped at the door. “No, I’m not leaving. This bitch owes me money.”

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Destiny’s hitched in a breath. She didn’t owe him anything. She wanted to die on the spot. Could she come off as any more ghetto than to have Jamal here at her work? Yuri knew her story. He knew her history. Nikolai didn’t. Would he think twice about keeping her on? Nikolai strode to where Jamal stood. “Do you really want to take me on?” Jamal’s eyes widened, but he didn’t back down. “Do your best white boy.” * Nikolai could have laughed. This twobit punk wanted to take him on. Had he not been in one of his favorite suits, he might have really taken the boy out. He also had to

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be more genteel. He was in the business world now. If they were on the street and he was still a cop, he’d beat the crap out of this guy. He’d made Destiny uncomfortable. Embarrassed her in her work place. The boy needed a beat down, but Nikolai wasn’t going to do it in the reception area of the company he’d just taken over. He sighed. “Stacey, call the police.” “Yes, sir.” “You only have gym rat muscles,” he said to Nikolai. He grabbed the man’s shirt and leaned in closer. “You don’t want to take me on. Don’t let the tailored suit fool you. I can street fight with the best. I’ve gone

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undercover with the Russian Mafia and taken down a city councilman.” He said the words so only the man could hear him. The man’s eyes widened and Nikolai could almost smell the urine coming off of him. The boy was about to pee his pants. Finding this out made Nikolai even madder. This was the worst kind of punk. The kind that only preyed on women. When faced with a real man, he couldn’t handle it. Pussy. Before he could punch the man or shake him, a mocha hand appeared on his arm. “He isn’t worth it.” Nikolai looked up into Destiny’s green eyes. She wasn’t mad. She wasn’t scared. She

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looked more determined than anything. “Okay.” He let go of Jamal’s shirt. The punk went about brushing off lint as if Nikolai had soiled him. Jamal had almost soiled himself. Nikolai hoped he’d gotten his message across. He turned to Destiny. “Go wait for me in my office.” She blinked, then nodded, a resigned look on her face. She had nothing to worry about, but he couldn’t say that in front of Jamal. She entered the elevator. Once the doors closed, he turned back to Jamal. “If she gets fired, she won’t have any money to give you. Think about that the next time you want to show up at her office.” “I’m going now.”

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Nikolai grabbed him. “No, I don’t think so.” “I haven’t done anything wrong.” “You’ve trespassed on private property. You’ve harassed an employee of mine. For that you’ll stay put.” The cops came, arrested Jamal and he was dragged away, cursing at Nikolai. Yeah, like he was the first civilian to ever say those words to Nikolai. His years in the FBI had thickened his skin. “He never gets in the door. He shows up again, Stacey, you call me. Not Destiny.” “Yes, sir,” she said. He found Destiny with a box on her desk. She was putting things in it. “What are you doing?”

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“Packing.” He stepped closer, trying to figure this out. “Why are you packing?” “I’ve lost my job haven’t I?” “Uh, no. How the hell am I supposed to run this company without you?” She turned her green gaze to him. “You aren’t firing me?” “No. Get in my office, Destiny.” She dropped what she was doing then marched into his office. He closed the door behind him, then settled on the other chair in front of his desk. “I ordered you up here because I wanted to make sure that you’re okay.”

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“But I thought between Jamal and how you looked at me this morning that I wasn’t welcome here.” “How did I look at you this morning?” “As if I was guilty of something.” He had looked at her that way. Now he was sorry. “I’m sorry.” He went for broke. Maybe Destiny was the culprit, but then she might reveal herself if he revealed a few things. “Someone is embezzling money from the company.” “I showed up with a brand new car that’s more than I can afford.” “Yes.” Maybe she’d tell him now where she acquired it from. She didn’t give him any more information than he already had.

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“So I’m your suspect?” “One of them. You have to admit it is suspicious.” “Yes, I guess it looks bad.” Her gaze hadn’t left his and he wanted to shake her. “Just tell me that you didn’t take the money.” She licked her lips and he had a memory of those lips on his cock. He cleared his throat before his mind went off on that tangent. “Jamal has been arrested and I don’t think he’ll bother you for a while.” “What did you do?” She curious.

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He’d made it clear that Jamal was not welcome here and that he’d personally deal with him if he did. He told Jamal that he should feel lucky that the cops were arresting him instead of Nikolai taking care of the situation. Nikolai hadn’t known the cops, but they recognized one of their own so he was sure that Jamal would have the maximum amount of charges against him. She nodded as if she understood not to ask what the subject of the chat was. “Can I go back to work?” “I just want to make sure that you’re okay. You can take the rest of the day off if you’re shook up.”

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She shook her head. “No, I’m fine. I’ve been dealing with Jamal for a while now.” She stood as if the conversation was over. He didn’t want her to leave. “I’d really like to have a business dinner tonight. There are some things I’d love to discuss and not worry about anyone walking in on us.” No, that didn’t sound dirty. “Not sure I can make it tonight,” Destiny said. “Check your calendar, I really would like to discuss these reports from the executives with you.” “Should information?”

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“None of it is confidential. They don’t talk about salaries and even if they talked about corporate secrets, you probably already know them all. You’ve been my father’s assistant for years now.” She seemed to consider it. He pleaded with his eyes. He wanted to get her alone again. He wanted to tell her that he’d love a repeat of the other night. No strings. No worries about her job. “Let me check.” “Go check, now, please. I’ll make reservations. Or I can cook dinner. We can have hours of uninterrupted time.” He knew what he’d like to do with her uninterrupted. Take it slow.

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“I’m not sure going to your place is a good idea,” she said from the doorway. *** Famous last words. Here she was, parking her new car in front of Nikolai’s cottage. He’d talked her into dinner at his place to discuss the reports. She knew she should have resisted, but he wore her down. She’d been so relieved that she wasn’t losing her job that she let him win. He’d backed her up with Jamal and she’d been grateful. She shouldn’t have been this grateful. She snagged the bottle of wine from the passenger’s seat then disembarked. This time she actually looked at the cottage. It was not a cottage by anyone’s standards other than the top one percent of

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society. She saw that the dormers were even larger than she’d originally thought and that on the peak of the house was a copper weather vane in the shape of a rooster. How appropriate. A cock on his house. She shook her head at her humor. The door opened at her knock as if he’d been waiting for her. He wore faded jeans, slung low on his hips. His blue t-shirt brought out his eyes as much as it strained across his muscles. He had no shoes or socks on his feet. For some reason that was sexy. As if he was comfortable with her. Not putting on airs. His hair was still wet as if he’d just stepped out of the shower. Of course her mind went to a vision of him naked and

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soapy. She handed him the wine. “My contribution.” He gave her a sardonic smile, his head tilted as he scratched the back of it as if he wasn’t sure what to make of her. “Thanks.” He stepped aside so she could come in. He had all the paperwork here so she would have shown up empty-handed. Her grandmother would have been displeased. Even if it was business, you never showed up without something for the host. The night had turned cool compared to the day. The living room had a fire going. There might have been candles. All they needed was a Barry White album. She sighed. Maybe this was a mistake.

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He took her jacket, hanging it in a closet by the door. “I just made some spaghetti. Nothing fancy.” “Then I’m glad I bought red.” “I figured we could work for a bit then eat. Is that okay?” “Sure. Whatever is fine.” “Have a seat.” She sat on a plush couch that practically sucked her in and begged her to stay, it was so comfortable. Wow. Probably some high-end furniture. She hadn’t noticed it last time she was here. Then again, she wasn’t on this floor for very long. They’d gone straight to the bedroom. Only exiting to get some

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water in the kitchen then doing it on the counter. The memory made her shiver. Nikolai came back with the bottle and two glasses. He poured one for her, handing it to her. Then the other one he filled for himself. He had the reports on the coffee table. “I wanted to start with Krevchenko. I figure he’s the worst.” “The worst?” She took a sip of wine then set her glass down on an end table. Otherwise, she might knock it over. “Because I think he’s a dick.” She laughed. That was what she thought of Martin also. She’d never said it to Yuri. “Your father promoted him quickly.”

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“That’s surprising. My father doesn’t usually fall for bullshit.” How could she describe the transformation she’d seen in Yuri this last year? He’d been a barracuda when she started this job. Now he had more important things on his mind. She understood. Hopefully Nikolai would. “He’s getting soft.” “He hasn’t been in to the office for three days.” She cocked her head. “The chemo makes him weak.” Nikolai frowned. He didn’t look comfortable talking about his father’s illness. “I know. I talked to him on the phone.” “Is he holding up okay?”

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“You can call him. He’d probably love to hear your voice.” She shook her head. “That might not be right.” “Why not?” She sighed. How to say this delicately. “Your stepmother doesn’t like me.” “Oh. Hm. Odd. Why? Has she ever hinted the reason?” “No. I’m stumped.” He laughed. “Does she think that you’re having an affair with my father?” Destiny laughed also. “I doubt that. You ready to get down to business? I think we have a lot of ground to cover tonight.” “We do. Back to Martin. His report is longer than anyone else’s and I don’t believe

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he does all that he says he does,” Nikolai said. Destiny hesitated. She didn’t want to bring anything but facts to the table, but she had a bad feeling about Martin. No, she didn’t like him, but besides that. She opened her mouth, then closed it. “What?” Nikolai said. “You can speak openly here.” “I don’t have any facts. That’s why I don’t want to say anything.” “What do you have?” “A gut instinct. That’s very good I might add.” “Then tell me, Destiny.” He moved closer to her and she almost couldn’t speak

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because of his presence. He was so male. As if he had more testosterone than most men. She cleared her throat. “It’s just a feeling.” “I worked in law enforcement, Destiny. I’ve always trusted my gut feeling. Got me out of a lot of trouble over the years.” “I just get a bad vibe off of him. That’s it. This was even before he tried to hit on me. I just feel he’s bad news.” “Fair enough. I’ll keep that in the back of my mind.” He handed her the report that Martin had done. “Skim this. See what you think.” Destiny felt a little overwhelmed. She knew she was supposed to help Nikolai, but she didn’t know she was supposed to give

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opinions about the executives. “Are you sure this isn’t overstepping any boundaries?” A chuckle rumbled out of Nikolai. “If you mean between us, then I think we’re past that.” He stood, kissed the top of her head, and then turned to leave. “If you mean in terms of your job description, no, because I think my father relied on you a lot. You know more than I do at this point. Let me go finish dinner.” She watched him go, wondering what the kiss on the top of her head meant. It was as if his lips had burned her. She could still feel where he’d touched her. No man had ever affected her like this. She should run. Quit her job. Proceeding down this road was nuts.

Chapter5 The wine had been an excellent choice to go with the meal. It was as if Destiny had known what he was going to serve. She had good taste in wine. He swirled the wine around his glass, contemplating how he was going to ask her to stay. She’d been warm all evening. Touching his arm when they spoke. Not flinching when he’d done the same. She’d even played with her hair a little. He knew what that meant. She was attracted to him. He’d bet not just on a physical level. Not that he wanted some great romance or anything like that. No, he wanted someone in his bed. That was it. Nothing

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serious. No commitment. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do with the company. Could he run it? Sure. Would he eventually want to get back into the field? Would he chafe at wearing a suit and working in an office five days a week? Or would he like the routine? His weekends off. He could pursue a hobby. He didn’t know, but he owed his father and his father’s employees to give this job his all. He’d like Destiny by his side while he was doing it. She was a smart woman. Anyone who underestimated her was going to pay. She’d cut them to shreds with her tongue. He could think of other things to do with her tongue.

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She returned from the bathroom. He’d poured her some more wine. He had his feet on the coffee table, feeling very relaxed. He didn’t need much more now than sex to complete his day. Now, to get Destiny in his bed. Maybe not just for tonight, but as long as he was running the company. Sitting next to him, she smiled. “I’d really better go.” “Do you have to?” “What do you mean?” “I mean is there something compelling you to go home?” Her brow creased. “I have to go to sleep and get up for work tomorrow.”

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“Okay. What if you stay here tonight and I’ll make sure you get home to get new clothes in the morning.” She bit her lip. God that was sexy. “You’re asking me to stay the night?” “I am.” “That’s forward of you.” He leaned closer to her. “I ask for what I want in life, Destiny. I don’t always get it, but the habit has served me well.” “I’ve just never had anyone come out and say it.” “Well, I did. And I’d like you to spend more nights here. I’m not offering love or romance. I’m offering a satisfying physical relationship. No strings attached. No bearing on you having a job or not.”

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She licked her lips. Did she have no idea what that did to a man? Would she just say yes already? They’d been good in bed. Like lightning and thunder. “No bearing on my job. So if I walk out of here tonight, you won’t fire me?” “No. I couldn’t anyway. You could bring charges of sexual harassment. You can stop the relationship any time. So can I. Just sex, Destiny.” He shifted to face her better. “You know we already have that chemistry. We are unstoppable in bed.” She swallowed. “I need to be at my apartment before six.” He smiled. She’d stay. He won her over, now he had to try not to maul her.

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Which was exactly what he wanted to do. His dick wanted loose, that was for sure. He put down his wine glass then captured her lips in a kiss. The heat seared him. She fisted her hands into his shirt, pulling him closer. She had to feel it, too. They were magic together. He stood, pulling her to her feet. He kissed her again, because he just had to. Like magnets, they couldn’t resist the attraction. He’d been good all week and now he didn’t have to be. If there were rumors, well, damn them. There already were rumors about Destiny and his father. They were false, but these would be true.

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His soul ignited as they kept kissing. He could stand it no longer and he scooped her up in his arms. He carried her upstairs to his bed, putting her on the bed before he stripped himself down. She watched, her green eyes never leaving him. She licked her lips again. He guessed she liked what she saw. He held out his hand. She took it. Just her touch was like electricity. Her clothes were on the floor in seconds. She was beautiful. Smooth mocha skin. And a tattoo. He stopped. “How did I miss that tattoo?” “I don’t know.” “My tongue was over every inch of you.”

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“Guess it was dark,” she said. The tattoo was of a heart. It was on her left hip. He bent down and kissed it. “Who is Victoria?” “My grandmother. She took me in when my mother couldn’t care for me. I’ll be grateful to her forever.” That was beyond sweet. He took her face in his hands, kissing her again, then he rained kisses on her neck and her chest until he knelt in front of her. Her breath was quicker. This was what he needed. This completed his day. He licked her folds. “Lay down.” She lay on the edge of the bed. He had easy access to the part he wanted. He took

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advantage of it, bringing her to multiple orgasms. She lay on his bed, her arms limp. “You are really good at that,” she said. “Yes, I am.” He rolled a condom onto himself then climbed on top of her. She wrapped her legs around him. He could die right now and be a happy dead man. He slid himself into her, hoping the heat wouldn’t burn off his dick. She was warm and welcoming. He set up a rhythm that he thought would work, then she came again. He didn’t even have to wait for his own orgasm. She might as well have wrenched it out of him. He was spent when he was done. But he’d rally and they’d do this again. At least one more time.

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*** Nikolai visited his father at his house the next night after work. He hadn’t talked to the man in a few days and he wanted to see how he was doing. He worried that his father wouldn’t make it. Could he live life without the old man? They’d settled into a nice relationship of mutual respect. Nikolai pulled into the circular driveway behind the gate. His father lived in a secure area and then also had a fence around his property. Guess his paranoia had rubbed off on his father. He hadn’t grown up in this house, but he did have some fond memories of holidays. His father had bought this house for his stepmother. Nikolai had already moved

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out at this point. His stepmother didn’t want to live in the house that Yuri’s first wife had lived in. He could understand that. The décor was different from the other house. In fact, other than his father living here, this house bore no resemblance to the one he grew up in. Life went on and he had to adjust. He rang the doorbell which always felt odd. His father lived here. Natasha answered, dressed tastefully as always. She stepped aside to let him in. Nikolai kissed her cheek. “Hello, Natasha. You’re looking lovely as ever.” “And you are as charming as your father.”

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He smiled. “That apple didn’t fall far from the tree.” “So when are you settling down? Your father wants grandchildren.” “Hopefully he isn’t holding his breath. I’m not there yet.” This was the same old song. Nikolai suspected that Natasha wanted grandchildren. She and his father hadn’t had any children of their own. Being an only child, he was the sole person to provide them with grandchildren. They would probably be waiting a long time. “Better hurry.” He squeezed her hand. “Not going to happen. I don’t see myself married or having children.”

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Her face went into a pout. She was accustomed to getting her way, but this time she wasn’t going to. “How is my father doing?” “He’s napping right now, but I suspect he’ll be up soon. The chemo was a few days ago and he usually takes this long to get close to normal again. I made some lemonade. You want some?” He nodded and followed her into the kitchen. She poured him a glass, then set it in front of him. “How are you holding up?” She let out a sigh. “I’ll be okay. I have lots of help.” “It isn’t the physical part of this I’m worried about,” Nikolai said.

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She frowned. “I have support there, too. I’m not alone.” “Good.” He and his stepmother hadn’t gotten along at first, but Nikolai had worked to make the relationship better. No need to have constant tension. “Hey, Nik,” his father said from the doorway. Nikolai turned to look at his father. He looked better than he had last time he’d seen him, but still tired. “Lemonade, Yuri?” Natasha asked. “Sounds good.” He slid into the chair next to Nikolai. Upon closer inspection, his father didn’t look better. Natasha put the glass in front of her

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husband then left them alone. She always did. “How’s my company, boy?” “As fit as ever, but I did have a few questions.” Yuri took a sip of his lemonade. “Fire away.” “Tell me about Destiny.” He wasn’t going to ask about her first, but if his father could only handle a short conversation, her information was the most important. His father studied him for a moment. “She came to work for me right out of college. She was an administrative assistant, but I saw an intelligence in her and my

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assistant had just retired. I snatched her up five years ago.” “Her ex-boyfriend visited the other day.” “That zmeya. She isn’t still seeing him is she?” “No, she isn’t.” Nikolai hoped not, considering what he’d done to her in his bed last night. “He’s trouble and he keeps popping up into her life.” “He wants money. For drugs?” “Yes,” Yuri said. He licked his lips, but had to broach this subject with him. “The office gossip says that she’s sleeping with you.”

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Yuri laughed. “Is that still going around? I’m flattered that anyone would think I could satisfy that young girl.” Then his father hadn’t slept with her. No surprise there. “Preposterous, huh?” “It is. That girl is gold, Nikolai. Whatever you do with my company, you have to take care of her. Promise me.” “I promise, Dad.” How could anyone think that his father's genuine affection for Destiny was so dirty? Now what he felt for her was quite dirty. No doubt about it. “Anything else?” He’d brought Martin’s report about his job duties. “Are you up for one more thing?”

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“Sure. I’m feeling pretty good today.” “Martin Krevchenko.” His father sighed. “What about him?” “He gave me a list of his duties, and I feel he’s overstepping his bounds,” Nikolai said. His father put out his hand. “Let me read it.” Nikolai sipped his lemonade while his father perused the report. Then the man dropped it in front of him. “Bastard is trying to grab some power. Only half of those duties are his. The rest are divided equally among the other executive staff.” “That’s what I thought, too. How do you think I should proceed?”

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“That’s up to you. You can’t fire him outright, but you could buy out his contract. You don’t want a guy like that doing anything important if you’re just figuring out the company.” That’s what Nikolai had said. Destiny had echoed his thoughts. “Destiny doesn’t like him.” “He’s the one who probably started the rumor that she and I were sleeping together.” “I wouldn’t doubt that. Jealousy, I’m sure.” “Trust Destiny. Believe what she says. Especially if it comes to Martin Krevchenko. I made the mistake of thinking I could trust him because he was Russian.”

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“Now I get to clean up that mess.” His father smiled. “That’s why you make the big bucks.” * Destiny came home with the groceries for the week. The supermarket had been nuts. She’d never seen so many people on a weeknight. As if the place was giving something away. Not food since the total was outrageous. She and her grandmother didn’t eat that much. Even with the home health aide, they couldn’t consume that much food. She sighed as she put down the two bags of food onto the kitchen table. Then she heard a scream. It was Wanda’s voice. From the upstairs bathroom. Shit. Destiny raced

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up there. Wanda was standing over Destiny’s grandmother. “She fell and I couldn’t catch her.” Wanda was tugging on her grandmother’s arm. Her grandmother was moaning. “Let go, Wanda.” She shoved the home health aide out of the way. The woman was warm and tender, but no good in an emergency situation. Destiny knelt down beside her grandmother. “Gram?” A moan escaped. “Call nine-one-one, Wanda.” Wanda went off to find a phone. She probably had one in her pocket. Destiny shook her head then looked at her Gram. She

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was breathing because she was moaning. She was afraid to touch her and cause any more pain. Should have taken that first aid class. “Gram?” Her grandmother took her hand. “It hurts, but I’m alive.” Of course she was alive. A little fall wasn’t going to kill her grandmother. “Did you break something?” “I think my hip. It hurts a lot.” Wanda came back in. “The ambulance is on the way.” “Unlock the front door and stand in the open doorway so you can direct them up here,” Destiny said. Then Wanda would be out of her hair.

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“Good thinking. She’d just hover and make me nervous,” her grandmother said. Destiny laughed. “She’s so sweet and nurturing, but useless in a clutch.” “Yes. I don’t want to get her fired.” “She’ll probably have another gig when you get out of the hospital.” Destiny kind of hoped it worked that way. As much as she liked Wanda, there were more and more situations the woman couldn’t handle. Finally, the EMTs and the ambulance showed up and took her grandmother to the hospital. Destiny arrived as they were rolling her into the Emergency Department of the local hospital. “Thank you, gentlemen,” Destiny said.

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They saluted and were on their way. Her grandmother looked ashy. She was in pain. This was going to take all night. The place was packed and her grandmother wasn’t critical. It was a half an hour before a nurse came in to take some information. Destiny stepped out to call Nikolai. She might be late tomorrow. “Hello, Destiny. Couldn’t stay away?” God, he had a sexy bedroom voice. “Uh, no. My Grandmother is in the hospital. She’s probably going to get admitted, but not for hours. I’m going to be late tomorrow. I’m really sorry.” “What hospital are you at?” She told him. “What does that matter?”

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“I’ll be there in half an hour.” He disconnected before she could tell him he didn’t have to do that. She went back to sit with her grandmother. The nurse had left, but didn’t give her grandmother any pain medication. She’d told her that would have to wait for the doctor to prescribe it. As promised, a half an hour later, Nikolai walked through the door to her grandmother’s room. He looked around. Destiny stood. “Gram, this is Nikolai, my boss.” Her grandmother waved. “Nice to meet you.” “Has a doctor been in to see you?” Nikolai said after shaking the woman’s hand.

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“No, only the nurse,” Destiny said. “They have a full roster right now.” He disappeared. He returned with a doctor in tow. How had he done that? “I’m Doctor Johnson. Can I ask you two to step out so I can examine Mrs. Brown?” Destiny followed Nikolai out. “How did you get that doc in there? Thank you.” He shrugged. “I just asked him.” She studied him, but he had what she thought was probably his cop face on. She also thought that he had probably been more persuasive than he was letting on. The place was a zoo and yet he managed to grab a doctor and have that man examine a non-critical patient?

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“You need coffee?” he said. “No. I’m fine, but go ahead.” “You need anything? Food? Did you eat?” “I haven’t eaten dinner, but I’m not hungry.” He squeezed her hand. “I’ll get you some food and be right back. No use you passing out. That won’t help your grandmother.” She watched him stride away. He was getting food and she had no say in the matter. Bossy, but she appreciated his presence. She was scared and worried. She knew her Gram wasn’t going to die, but it did remind her that the woman’s life was fragile. She’d

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had to raise Destiny at a time when she should have been enjoying life. Not that her grandmother had ever complained to her. Destiny knew that her grandmother was heartbroken about her daughter. The woman hadn’t had a sober day in many years. Destiny had no idea how she was still alive after all of this time. She’d had Destiny when she was sixteen. If you looked at her now, or at least the last time Destiny had seen her, she looked well older than her forty-one years. It was sad. She’d never escaped the grip of addiction. Destiny had long ago forgiven her mother, and for the most part, forgotten about her. She wondered if she should try to find her and tell her about Gram.

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She probably wouldn’t care. Sad. Her grandmother was her world in some ways. The woman had a big heart and a tender soul. Nikolai came back with coffee and some cheese and crackers. “Not much selection, but the protein will hold you,” he said. She leaned against the wall, suddenly hungry. By the time she was done eating, the doctor was finished examining her grandmother. She was going to be admitted. *** With Destiny’s grandmother settled in her hospital room and Destiny on her way home, Nikolai could keep his appointment with a private investigator. He drove to a

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seedy part of the city. He wasn’t in his nice car or his nice clothes. This guy was good, but sketchy. Nikolai suspected the man could do the job better than any of the ones who kept normal hours. In his job as an agent, he frequented these parts of town and dealt with people from the seamier side of life. It had been soul-sucking in so many ways. If he went back to the Bureau, he doubted he’d do undercover work. The man sat behind a desk in a wrinkled suit. He stood when Nikolai entered. “I’m Nikolai Alman. We spoke on the phone.”

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They shook hands. “Butch Danvers. Have a seat.” Nikolai did and instantly regretted it. He wondered what he was going to get on his clothing. Yikes. The place as a dump, but this guy had come highly recommended. The work he wanted him to do was dangerous and required a certain set of skills. “You’re looking for someone?” Butch said. “Yes. The person who killed my partner. He seems to have gone underground since the incident.” “Why not call the cops.” Nikolai shook his head. The kind of justice he had in mind could not be meted out by the cops. “They won’t find him.”

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“You don’t have faith in our law enforcement?” The man had crooked teeth. Nikolai didn’t know why that bothered him, but he had a hard time looking the man in the eye. He kept looking at his mouth. “No, I don’t. I need someone who has connections in lower places.” The man chuckled. “I have that. Who are you looking for?” “Luis Esposito.” The man whistled. “You don’t go for the small fish.” “No, he killed someone I know,” Nikolai said. “And you want revenge. I get it. The cops wouldn’t like that.”

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“No,” Nikolai said. The man shifted in his seat. Nikolai thought he was going to turn him down. Luis Esposito was the big man in the Mexican Mafia. He could hide any place, including Mexico. Nikolai couldn’t use any of his own contacts because he’d been specifically warned to stay out of the investigation. Then he’d gone on leave. He’d turned in his badge and gun, temporarily, he hoped. If he could get to Luis and no one knew who killed him, all the better. Even if it ruined his career, he had to do it. He owed it to Mark to avenge his death. The man had saved his life more than once. Luis Esposito had deprived Mark’s kids of a father and his wife of a husband.

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That was just wrong in Nikolai’s book. He’d visited the family before coming to New Jersey and it had broken his heart to see them so sad. “I’ll take the case, but it will cost you.” “You need a retainer?” They talked prices. Nikolai had known this man would be expensive. The target was one of the biggest drug dealers on the East Coast. Not an easy man to find or get to. Nikolai handed over the man’s retainer fee. In cash, of course. This man’s business was almost always done in cash. No records. No cop could pin anything on him. Despite the distaste Nikolai felt for dealing with this type of man, he had no choice. Luis was special prey and only a

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discreet predator would find him without him knowing. Butch would be that man. Back in his car, Nikolai mused over the ball he’d just gotten rolling. Hopefully, it would come to pass that he would find Luis. Driving away quickly, he just wanted a shower after the encounter. He called the hospital to see if he could get an update on Destiny’s grandmother. She didn’t have insurance so he put it on the company credit card. Finance will have a cow, but what was he going to do? They might not have admitted her if there wasn’t some payment. He had to see if Destiny could put her grandmother on her plan since she was

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technically a dependent. He’d finagle something to get the woman covered. Once he was home, Nikolai took a shower. He had to wash off the grime that he wasn’t used to. He hadn’t been working for a month and already he was back to acting a like a billionaire. He didn’t know if that was good or bad. Now he wanted food and sex. It was too late to call Destiny, he was sure. He didn’t want sex with just anyone, but he chose to go out for dinner to see who was around. He ate at the bar where he’d picked up Destiny. She didn’t appear. She was probably too worried about her grandmother. He ate his meal slowly because he could. He

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relished the idea that he didn’t have to watch his back. No one was after him. He was himself for the first time in years. He’d been deep cover for too long and why had it taken his father’s illness and his partner’s death to bring him home? Because in deep cover, he could pretend he didn’t have any problems. He could pretend a lot of things. Reality would be better if he could just get laid tonight. So he texted Destiny to see how she was. “Hi.” “Hi,” she texted back. “How are you doing?” he said.

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“I’m okay. Hoping I’ll actually get some sleep this morning before work.” “Come in as late as you need to,” he said. “Thanks. What are you doing?” “Eating a late dinner. By myself.” She sent him a sad face. He had to smile. It was so cute. How could she be so whimsical when parts of her life were nuts? Maybe he could take some lessons from her and lighten up. “Thanks,” he said. “You mocking me?” “Maybe a little.” “Sleep tight, Destiny.” “You, too.” He’d have dreams of her, he was sure. Maybe even a wet one.

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Chapter6 Victoria Brown’s room had a large vase of flowers on the side table. Destiny wondered about it when she walked into her grandmother’s hospital room. She would be moved today to a rehab facility and Destiny hoped the flowers would go with her. Who had sent them to her? Her grandmother looked better than she had yesterday. She smiled when Destiny entered the room. “Girl, you are a sight for sore eyes. So many people poking and prodding me. Sit and have a talk with me.” Destiny kissed her on the cheek, noticing how papery thin her skin was. She didn’t like to admit that her grandmother

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was old. Or getting there. She didn’t want to be alone in life, but she didn’t want to marry either. “Who are the flowers from?” “Your boyfriend.” “I don’t have a boyfriend.” Victoria sat up a little. She winced. Destiny put a hand on her grandmother to stop her from moving. “That man that was with you when you came to the hospital.” “Nikolai? He’s my boss, Gram.” “Not the way he looked at you.” What was her grandmother talking about? “He didn’t look at me any way. I barely know him. He’s only been here for a week or so.”

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“I bet you’ve been working closely with him.” “We have because I have to bring him up to speed on everything.” “That was awfully nice of him to come here,” she said. Destiny agreed. That was very nice of him. She had no idea why he’d done it. She couldn’t see Yuri doing it, and he’d been very supportive of her in other ways. “It was, Gram. I can’t explain his behavior. I don’t know him well enough.” She knew what turned him on. She knew what sound he made as he came inside of her, but she had no idea about him other than in bed. What a thing to know about

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your boss. She wanted to blush at the thought. “Well, he’s a fine man. Not every boss would step up and take care of his employee’s grandmother. I might still be waiting to be examined if he hadn’t brought that doctor in.” Destiny couldn’t argue. He had been sweet. She had glanced at their text exchange from last night. Why had he reached out to her? Booty call? Probably. She should nip that in the bud. Her brain agreed. Her lady parts did not. They wanted to see Nikolai again and again. “So this rehab facility. Who chose it?” Destiny asked.

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“Well, the nurse had some suggestions of where they like to send patients. Nikolai ended up picking it.” “Nikolai? How was he involved?” Wasn’t he crossing some line? She was in charge of her grandmother’s health care. This was too much. He was sticking his nose in where it didn’t belong. “He happened to be here when the nurse brought in the paperwork. I asked his opinion.” Well. “He was here?” “Yes, he stopped in when visiting hours first started this morning. He knew you’d be asleep so he came in so I’d have a visitor besides you.”

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Destiny did not know how she felt about that. He was intruding on her life. She thought she’d drawn a line between personal and business, but Nikolai had crossed that line. She never should have gone to his house to have dinner. Damn. This was her fault. She’d have to set him straight. This had gone too far. She wanted to preserve her job, but not this way. He’d made it clear that the sex wasn’t a condition of her employment, but she’d let the boundaries get blurred. Besides, she didn’t really want to have a man in her life. Too complicated. That’s why she hadn’t slept with him after dinner at his place. She had to preserve that boundary. No matter what her body thought.

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Nikolai had the power to make or break her career at Alman Enterprises. She would have to tread lightly, but she could ask him to back off on seeing or doing anything for her grandmother. She stayed with her for another half hour. She’d visit again when her grandmother was settled in rehab. Destiny had a goal now. She had to do more to set the tone for her relationship as it were with Nikolai. That one night stand had been a weak moment. Yuri had just told her that he was sick. She felt as if her world had been crumbling down. She needed the comfort of another human being that night. Nikolai had complied and made her forget about Yuri and his illness.

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Wow, had he done a good job. She wasn’t sure of her name after that night. Then the cold reality of morning had hit. And she’d escaped. She rehearsed what she would say to Nikolai on her way to the office. She had to be firm. Not mean, but she assumed Nikolai didn’t have a fragile ego. She could make him see the light and not have to resort to being mean. He’d get it. They had to work together. They shouldn’t complicate things by having sex, too. He was in his office when she arrived at work. He came to the doorway. “I didn’t expect you this soon. How is your grandmother doing?”

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“She’s good. They’re moving her to rehab this afternoon. I’ll go see her after work.” “If you need to leave early, go ahead.” Why was he being so nice? Now she felt like a jerk telling him to back off. He disappeared into his office. She noticed paperwork on her desk. Healthcare paper work. She grabbed it and strode into Nikolai’s office. “What is this?” “That’s paperwork to put your grandmother on your company health insurance. Not sure why my father didn’t do it for you.” Nikolai sat behind his desk. All man and sure of himself, watching her. She sighed. He was being so sweet. She wanted to be mad at him.

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“You put my grandmother on my insurance?” “Well, it’ll happen when you sign those papers. Her hospital stay won’t be covered, but if we can get them to the insurance company before she gets moved, they will cover her rehab.” That was a lot of money that wasn’t going to come out of her pocket. Shit. Why was he doing this? How can she be mad at him? She still wanted boundaries and to talk to him about it, but not today. Not now. Not after he’d just taken a huge expense off of her shoulders. God, he was a sweet man. Why? Why did he have to be so good to her? “Destiny? Is there a problem?”

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She frowned down at the papers then smiled up at him. “No. I’ll sign these now.” “Take them right to HR and someone there will fax them.” She nodded, then walked to the door. When she glanced back to thank him, he was already immersed in his computer. *** Later that day, Nik was musing over Destiny’s reaction. She’d seemed mad when she entered his office, but what he said took the wind out of her sails. She’d looked at the paperwork in disbelief. He was just glad he could help her. This evening, he was on his way into New York to meet his best friend and his wife for dinner. He and Sacha had known each

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other since college. They’d stayed friends even though their paths had been different. Still, they were on the same side of the law. Sacha was a lawyer. He and his wife were expecting a baby in a few months and this might be the last time he would see the man for a while. He’d heard kids can make you pretty busy. The restaurant was four star, of course. As Nikolai walked from the parking deck, he realized he should have brought Destiny with him. At least then Sacha’s wife, Kendra, would have someone to talk to. Sacha and his wife were already seated when Nikolai arrived. Their heads were together as if in deep conversation. At

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that moment, he realized that Kendra wouldn’t be the third wheel. He might be. He kissed Kendra on the cheek then shook Sacha’s hand. His friend looked good. Marriage was agreeing with him. Pregnancy was agreeing with Kendra. She glowed. The two were clearly in love. Nikolai was happy for his friend, but knew that married life would never be for him. He sat. “So glad you guys could make this dinner. I don’t know what the future holds for me so this might be the last time I’m in the area,” Nikolai said. “You aren’t going to keep running your father’s company?” Sacha said.

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The waitress came. They ordered a bottle of wine for the men and juice for Kendra. “I get to be the designated driver for a few more months.” Nikolai chuckled. “As if you drive yourself places.” Sacha shrugged. “In Manhattan we have a driver, but in the suburbs where we just bought a house, we drive ourselves.” Suburbs? Sacha was all into this domestic bliss. Good for him. Nikolai had no desire to settle down. Nope. Nikolai chuckled. “Okay.” “So how is life outside the FBI?” Sacha said. “I’m adapting. It’s nice to be in charge. I get to make all of the decisions.”

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“Yes, I get that. I can’t imagine working for someone else anymore. Viktor wasn’t bad to work for, but I still chafed at him sometimes.” “How is old Viktor?” “He’s good. Wedded bliss works well for him, too. Who knew?” Nikolai chuckled. “Who knew? Right.” “So anyone in your life, Nikolai?” Kendra asked. His thoughts went to Destiny. She wasn’t truly in his life. She’d just been in his bed. That was it. He wanted her back in his bed, but that was a delicate dance since he was her boss. “No one at the moment. I’ve never really been into permanent relationships.”

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“I wasn’t either, then Kendra came along,” Sacha said. “That’s great for you, buddy. Not for me. If I go back to being an agent, I don’t want to be married for that.” “What if you stay with your father’s company?” Sacha said. He didn’t see that for his future. No way. It was a nice break until he found Mark’s killer, but that was it. “My father will come back.” Kendra and Sacha glanced at each other. “What if he doesn’t? What if he decides to retire for good?” “Then it’ll be my company to do with what I want.” “Will you sell it?” Kendra asked.

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He hadn’t thought that far in the future. He wanted his father well and to return to take the helm. He hadn’t thought of any other scenario. Of course his father would be back. He had to come back. “I don’t know. I guess I’ll figure that out later. “ “It’s good to have a plan,” Sacha said. “Well, in this case, there are too many variables to make a plan with.” He wondered why they were badgering him. He liked things this way for now, but he was pretty sure he’d get tired of the corporate life and be an agent again. It didn’t seem odd.

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“Enough business,” Sacha said. “No one in your life? You hesitated when Kendra asked you that. I think there is.” Sacha knew him well. He was also good at reading people. Almost as good as Nikolai. He frowned. “No, no one.” Sacha cocked his head. The waitress came back with the bottle of wine. Of course Sacha would order the best. He didn’t know anything else. As an agent, Nikolai had learned to be more frugal, but he had lots of cash at his disposal. Still, he wasn’t completely back to acting rich. He swirled the wine in his glass as he thought about Destiny. Would she be wooed by his money? Impressed? He could make life really good for her while he was here. He

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could probably set her up for life without it being a blip on is financial radar. No, that felt like buying her. “I was sorry to hear about your partner,” Sacha said. The pain seared his heart. He hadn’t even been thinking that much about Mark. “Thanks. It’s been tough. We’d been partners for a few years. He was a friend, too.” Nikolai hadn’t talked to Mark’s wife in a few weeks either. He had to stay in touch. She was grieving as he was. She might be the only one who could understand how he felt. And what Mark had meant to him. Mark’s pension would take care of the kids, but Nikolai wanted to deliver her

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revenge. Let her know that there was justice in the world. That people like Luis Esposito couldn’t get away with things because of their money. Ironic that Nikolai was just as rich as Luis, but he was using his money for good. When the dinner was over, Nikolai drove out of the city thinking about Destiny. It was late, but he really wanted to talk to her. Maybe all that talk of domestic bliss was getting to him. But Destiny didn’t represent domestic bliss for him. She represented a good lay and a good assistant in the office. Still, he might be treading on touchy ground. He might be heading in the wrong direction to keep his single status.

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No, he was pretty sure he could handle things with Destiny. They were of the same mind. She’d said she didn’t want a commitment. He was going to believe her. * Destiny was in bed, but she wasn’t asleep. She couldn’t seem to sleep, thinking about Nikolai. What was his angle? What did he want from her? Her phone buzzed. She turned on the light to look at it. Nikolai. “You up?” She contemplated, not answering, but lying always bit her in the butt. She isn’t good at it. “Yes.” “Can I come over?”

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Was he asking for a play date? Seemed odd that he needed to see her. “Is there a problem?” “No, I'm just not ready to go home yet. You can turn me down,” he texted. She thought about it. She could throw on some clothes. She was here alone and sometimes that bothered her. “Come over. Do you know where I live?” “Yes.” Of course he did. He’d probably looked up her address. He was a control freak that way. What would he think of her apartment? It didn’t really reflect her salary, but she hadn’t gotten around to moving out. She hoped he wasn’t driving an expensive car. Might get stolen in this neighborhood.

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She dressed and a few minutes later there was a soft tap on her door. She opened it to see Nikolai in a suit. A going-to-dinner suit, not one she’d seen him wear in the office. He’d loosened his tie. God, he was sexy. Sex on a stick. She moved out of the way to let him in. “Interesting neighborhood.” “Well, yes. I just haven’t had a chance to move and my grandmother hasn’t really wanted to. She raised me in this apartment.” He nodded, then sat on her couch as if he stopped by most days to see her. She wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans, then sat on a chair opposite him.

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“I was out having dinner tonight in Manhattan,” he said, his gaze on her. “I had leftovers.” He laughed. “I should have brought you with me. The food was excellent. The wine was good, also.” “Did you drive?” “I prefer to drive.” He patted the couch next to him. “You’re all the way over there. Come sit with me, Destiny.” “I’ll think it’s better if I stay here.” “Chicken.” Yes, she was. She wasn’t sure she could resist his charms. He was good in bed and with his hands and her body tingled at the thought of what they could get up to in her bed. No one was here. With her

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grandmother in rehab, she had the place to herself. Someone knocked on the door. Nikolai stood. “You expecting anyone?” “No.” He strode to the door as if he owned the place. He looked through the peephole. “It’s a woman.” “Destiny?” the woman yelled. “Holy shit.” “You know her?” Nikolai said. “It’s my mother.” Nikolai glanced at her as if he didn’t understand the significance. She sighed. “I haven’t seen in her in three years.”

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“Do you want me to open the door?” Her mother banged on the door. “Go ahead.” She would like to hide and pretend she wasn’t home, but that wasn’t going to happen with Nikolai here. She might have if she was home alone. Her mother could only bring trouble. Nikolai opened the door and there stood Keisha Brown. All five feet eight inches of her with a large belly. Her mother was pregnant. She waddled in flashing a glare at Nikolai. “You getting up to something? You have a man in your apartment? Shame on you, Destiny.”

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Destiny crossed her arms. Where to begin? “Mother, it’s long past time for you to give up trying to mother me and given your current condition, you have no room to speak.” Nikolai held out his hand. “I’m Nikolai Alman. I work with Destiny.” Keisha looked at his hand, but just brushed by him. Nikolai showed no reaction. Destiny wanted to die. Would this affect her employment if Nikolai thought she came from trash like this? “What are you doing here, Mother?” “What? Can’t a mother want to see her daughter?” Keisha plopped on the couch. Destiny wasn’t buying her maternal feelings.

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“Let me guess, you’re hungry and had no place else to go.” Another reason she had to move out of this apartment. Her mother wouldn’t be able to find her. What the hell was she supposed to do? She couldn’t kick her mother out while Nikolai was here, but she was afraid that her mother would bring her friends over. All of them did drugs or dealt drugs and Destiny didn’t want that in her home. “I’ll go make you something while you and Destiny catch up,” Nikolai said. What the hell? He was staying? Her mother hadn’t scared him off? “You don’t have to do that.” “I’d like to.”

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He put his jacket over the back of a chair then rolled up his sleeves. His arms were sexy. Sculpted muscles. “I guess that’s okay.” “The man wants to feed your starving mother. How can that be bad?” Keisha said. Oh, it could be very bad. Nikolai went off in the direction of the kitchen while Destiny stood in her living room, not sure what to do. She wrung her hands. Why had her mother picked tonight of all nights to return here? And she was pregnant. “Have you been getting prenatal care?” Destiny said finally. “You’re more worried about an unborn child than your own mother?”

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That unborn child didn’t desert her. That unborn child hadn’t flitted in and out of Destiny’s life making promises she wouldn’t keep. But Destiny said none of those things. They would fall on deaf ears. She was saved from saying anything by Nikolai’s entrance. He brought her mother a sandwich. “I’m going to go. I’ll see you in the office tomorrow?” “Bright and early,” Destiny said with a little too much perk. She wasn’t feeling any of it. He smiled at her, but didn’t touch her. He left. Her mother had watched the exchange, but Destiny wasn’t going to talk to Keisha about Nikolai. That was none of her business.

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Keisha devoured the sandwich. “Can I crash here tonight?” “I wish you wouldn’t.” “I’ll take the couch. You won’t’ even know I’m here.” Destiny did an inventory of her valuables. She didn’t have any to steal and she’d bring her purse to bed with her. History had taught her that her mother would take anything she felt she could sell to get money. “Fine. I’m going to bed. Turn the lights off when you’re done.” She left her mother in the living room. She didn’t have any desire to take the inevitable trip down memory lane with her. It was only pleasant for Keisha because she didn’t remember things correctly.

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She didn’t remember that she left her daughter with her grandmother. Or that she’d never really ever been a mother to Destiny. Destiny remembered. membered all of it.

She

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*** Nikolai had gone home, disappointed with how the evening turned out. He needed to take matters into his own hands and tell Destiny how he felt. What he wanted from her. They could juggle the two relationships. He was sure. No strings. No emotion. A business arrangement of sorts. That’s how he would present it to Destiny. She’d be his arm candy. She could decide what perks she wanted. He’d move

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her into his place and make sure her grandmother was taken care of. That could be his angle. That’s probably what she wanted. She wouldn’t want material things. Too much like paying for sex. He couldn’t imagine actually paying for it. He had a badge. There were enough badge bunnies in the world to satisfy his sexual appetite, but he didn’t want any of those. He wanted Destiny. She was due in any minute. Then he heard her. He stared at his screen as if it had the most interesting text on it. Not so. It was some financial reports that were dry as hell, but he liked the bottom line on them. She poked her head into his office.

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“Good morning.” He looked up as if surprised to see her. As if he hadn’t just been fantasizing about her naked. She looked a little frazzled. “Morning. Everything okay?” “No, but let me get some coffee. You have a few minutes to talk?” “Sure.” He could talk to her all day if she wanted. She returned with her mug in hand. She sat down and seemed to be collecting herself. He waited. He could easily be patient for Destiny. “I’m sorry about my mother last night.” “Why are you sorry?” he said.

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The situation didn’t seem that odd compared to ones he’d come in contact with. Not everyone had the fairy tale mother. More likely they had the fairytale stepmother which wasn’t a good thing. “I’m not sure I follow.” Destiny sighed. “My mother is, uh, I'm not even sure how to describe her. She wreaks havoc wherever she goes.” He leaned back in his chair. “Okay.” “To say I’m embarrassed by her would be an understatement.” “We all have parents that do stuff.” She shook her head. “You don’t. Your father was an angel to me.” An angel? Maybe. He was certainly supportive of her. “He has his faults.”

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“But he never abandoned you.” “No, that he never did.” “Well, mine did. So her showing up last night was not welcome. And she’s pregnant. What a nightmare.” “Has she gotten prenatal care?” “I doubt it, but here’s the problem. She was gone when I woke up this morning. I don’t know where she is and I need to find her.” “You want to find your mother?” “Less so for her sake, but for that child’s sake. It is my sibling and my grandmother taught me that family is more important than anything.” Her grandmother was a smart woman. So what did Destiny want from him?

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“So how do I fit into this?” he said. “I heard a rumor that you had been in law enforcement.” Her gaze was steady as she looked at him. No fear. “Well, yes, I was. I’m an FBI agent on leave.” She nodded. “Then I need your help finding my mother.” “It’s not really my jurisdiction. I might have some pull with some people here, but let me think on it. Let me think about what I can do for you.” She pressed her lips together. “I guess that’s all I can ask.” “It is for now, but I’d like to have some time today and then let’s talk about this over dinner.”

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She gazed at him a suspicious look in her eye. “Dinner?” “Of course. You know that meal that you have at the end of the day?” “I know what dinner is. Why are we sharing a meal?” “Because I want to talk to you. Get to know you. Discuss this issue.” “Can’t we do that in the office?” “No. I want to go to dinner with you,” he said. Was she going to fight him every step of the way? He wanted to shake her. Just go to dinner with me. She licked her lips. God, that was sexy. Her lips were full and kissable. “You want to have dinner with me?”

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“Yes, Destiny. Why do you find that so hard to believe?” “So we can have sex afterward?” “I won’t turn it down if you’re offering, but it doesn’t have to be that way. Look, I have a few functions in the future I have to attend. Black tie. If I don’t bring a date, every cougar for miles around will sniff me out and I’ll have to dance with women who reek of desperation. You would save me from that.” He’d just thought of that. On the fly. That was genius. She was doing him a favor. “How does going to dinner help with that?” “Word will get out that I’m involved and women will leave me alone. You can pretend to be my girlfriend, but we have to

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spend some time together to make it look real.” She seemed to mull that over. “This is in addition to my duties as your assistant?” “Of course, and you still have a job even if you turn me down.” She cocked her head. “Pretend to be your girlfriend?” “Think about it Destiny. You’ll get Krevchenko off of your back. You’ll get to go to dinners and wear pretty dresses if that’s what you’re into.” “What’s my compensation for this?” He almost laughed out loud. Very shrewd, Destiny. He’d give the girl credit. She wasn’t going to do anything for free and

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he doubted that his promise of sex was going to suffice. “I’ll give you a stipend, but let’s talk about this over dinner and I can decide if I can help you find your mother,” he said. He would help her. In fact, he’d put in a few calls to have some cops he knew keep an eye out for her, both in New jersey and New York. They’d find her if she wasn’t hiding. They might find her even if she was. “Dinner it is. What time?” “I’ll pick you up at seven.” “Okay.” She studied him for a moment longer before leaving him to his work. He didn’t get right back into it, but made the necessary calls to track down Keisha Brown. How did

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such a lovely, intelligent and sexy woman come from that person? Genes were a funny thing. His calls made, he turned back to the financial report in question. No doubt in his mind someone was stealing money, but who could it be?

Chapter7 Destiny didn’t want to dress up, but this might as well have been a date. She was going to dinner with her boss. A man she’s seen naked. A man she’d like to see naked again, but knew that wasn’t the way to conduct business. He’d agreed to her compensation package for posing as his girlfriend. What would Yuri think? Would he be happy to have her as a potential daughter-inlaw? It was one thing to promote her because of her job skills. Would he think she was seducing Nikolai to get ahead? She really had no further to go in the company as a secretary. She was at the top of her game. If she wanted a raise, she would have to go elsewhere. She didn’t want to go

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elsewhere, and Yuri had already been generous about what he paid her. And now Nikolai was going to pay her to pretend to be his girlfriend. Considering benefits made her think about getting her Master’s Degree. The company would pay for it. They had a generous plan, but she’d liked working for Yuri. That’s why she hadn’t gone back to school. Now with Nikolai here and the future of the company up in the air, she should probably do something to ensure she’d be able to get another job somewhere. Her employment, as much as Nikolai denied it, could be taken away on a whim. Nikolai knocked on her door at seven as he’d said. He brushed past her as if he

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owned the place, finding her bedroom as if he had radar. Well, there were only two of them so he had a fifty-fifty shot of getting it right. He was pulling dresses out of her closet. He frowned at one then put it aside. “We have to take you on a shopping trip,” he said. “Tonight?” “Not tonight, but soon. To be seen with me, you’ll have to have more expensive clothing. Your work stuff is great, but you need better dresses.” He finally pulled out a red one. She hadn’t worn it in years. She wasn’t sure it still fit, not that she’d really put on much weight.

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“Try this one.” She went into the bathroom and came out with it on. It revealed more skin than she liked to show. Nikolai’s face lit up. “That’s the one.” “Really?” “Yes. It’s smart and sexy, just like you.” He thought she was smart and sexy? She swallowed then looked up at him. “I think I can shop on my own.” He shook his head. “No, I’ll have someone come in. We can do it at my house so no one at the office knows.” “Everyone at the office is going to find out that we’re dating,” she said.

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She used her fingers to make air quotes around dating. They weren’t really dating. She knew that, but they had to make it look that way. Or at least Nikolai wanted it that way. And he was paying her well to make it look that way. “That’s okay. I’m only a temporary head of the company. My father will be back.” Destiny wasn’t so sure that his father was coming back, but she wasn’t going to argue. She let the conversation drop as they walked to his car. He held the door open and all that gentlemanly stuff. The car looked out of place in her neighborhood. She really needed to move, but not until her grandmother was better.

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“How is your grandmother settling in?” Nikolai asked. “She’s going okay, but she’d rather be home.” The restaurant was the nicest that Destiny had ever been in. Her dress wasn’t out of place, but she felt she was. She expected someone to stop at their table and tell her to leave. That she didn’t belong here. Nikolai was at ease the whole time. Of course he would be. He grew up in money. She’d been making decent money working for Yuri, but not the kind that Nikolai was used to. What did he see in her? He could probably have any woman in the room and many of them were giving her

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nasty looks, wondering why he was having dinner with her. Even the waitress had begun flirting as if Destiny wasn’t a threat. As if Destiny didn’t exist. She had to give Nikolai credit. He was being friendly, but his attention had remained on Destiny. The food was excellent and Destiny didn’t think she could eat another bite. “You want to go for a walk?” Nikolai said as he escorted her out of the restaurant. Women were still eyeing him. He hadn’t shaved in a few days and the scruff brought out the color of his eyes. It made him even sexier. She didn’t want to find him sexy. “Actually, that sounds good.”

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The evening was unseasonably warm and there was a river by the restaurant. It had a paved path. Nikolai took her hand, leading her that way. Destiny wasn’t sure what else they would talk about. They’d covered many topics. She knew so much more about him than she had before tonight. She could do the girlfriend thing. “You are such a gentleman,” Destiny said. She had to compliment him. “Okay. Why, specifically?” He glanced down at her. “Because the waitress was practically throwing herself at you and you didn’t respond.”

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“She was? I didn’t notice. I was there with the hottest woman in the room. Why would I look at someone else?” Her breath stopped. “Aren’t you being charming.” He kissed the back of her hand. “I’m not being charming. I’m being truthful.” She shook her head. “I’m not Nikolai, and that’s not modesty or insecurity. It’s reality.” “Who told you that? Didn’t Jamal tell you that you were beautiful?” She snorted. Jamal certainly had not. “No.” “Why would you spend time with a man who didn’t appreciate you?” “Who said he didn’t appreciate me?”

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“If he didn’t tell you that you were beautiful at least once a day, then he was doing it all wrong. He didn’t appreciate you.” She mulled that over. “You don’t even have to tell me that since this isn’t real.” “No, I don’t, but I will. Even if we aren’t in love, I do still appreciate you.” Wow. Her mouth went dry. He’d just gotten even sexier. That was dangerous. She had to keep her eye on the prize. She would get her Master’s Degree then she could find a different job. One where Nikolai wasn’t. One where she could start over. Make her own way without anyone else’s help. Or hindrance. “It’s nice to be appreciated.”

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He smiled at her and she thought for a moment he was going to kiss her. She licked her lips, but the moment passed. That was good. They shouldn’t be kissing unless it was for an audience. Private kissing wasn’t necessary. *** Nikolai didn’t want the night to end. This wasn’t supposed to be a date, but he was enjoying himself as if it were a date. The best date he’d ever had. Destiny was easy to be with. Too easy. It scared him a little, but maybe while she was pretending to be his girlfriend, he could coax her back to his bed. Destiny was yawning, so he should probably take her home. He led her back to

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the car. She was quiet now, most likely because she was tired. He pulled into a spot on the street where she lived. “You aren’t afraid that someone is going to steal this vehicle?” “It’s a chance I have to take. All my cars are expensive. I’d have to borrow someone else’s if I wanted a crappy car.” She just smiled and shook her head. “Still. It might get stolen.” “Is the neighborhood that bad?” “It can be.” “It’s worth the risk to walk you to your door.” He climbed out, then walked around to open her door. He held out his hand.

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Every time he touched Destiny there was a spark up his arm. He liked the hum of energy he felt when she was around. He felt alive for sure. It was as if he’d been sleeping, but was now awake and ready for his day. She smiled up at him as he tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow. He wanted her to feel safe. He was a big man and no one would mess with him. As they moved closer to her entrance to the building, she stiffened. “What’s wrong?” “Someone’s lurking.” He patted her hand. “Go back to the car. I’ll take care of whoever it is.” “No. This is my neighborhood and I won’t be chased away.” “Destiny, please.”

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“It might be a neighbor out for a smoke. Let’s not go in assuming something is wrong.” “You were the one who was worried.” “If you weren’t here, I wouldn’t have been. I worry about a white guy in this neighborhood.” He laughed. “Really? I’m pretty big, Destiny, as I said. Most people don’t bother me.” She shrugged. “At least let me go first.” “Fine.” He tucked her behind him then they walked toward the doorway. He could see someone in there, but not the light of a cigarette. They could have just finished and

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hadn’t gone back inside. Still, he didn’t like the situation, but he could handle it. He had faced worse odds. Jamal came out of the shadows. “What are you doing out with his guy, Destiny?” He wobbled a little. Nikolai suspected the man was in an altered state of consciousness. He’d scored some money or drugs somewhere. He might be coming down from the high and wanting more, or a place to stay. “What are you doing here, Jamal?” “I was waiting for you, baby.” “I’m not your baby, Jamal. We haven’t been together in a long time. You aren’t getting any money from me.”

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“You’re out of jail so soon?” Nikolai said. “What are you doing with this Russian cracker, honey? You know I’ll take care of those needs,” Jamal said. Nikolai saw red. Jamal would never get his hands on Destiny again. He took a few breaths so as not to punch the man’s lights out right here. Destiny might not like that. Or she’d love it. He wasn’t sure. Better to err on the side of caution. “Jamal, go away. I don’t want you here.” “Don’t talk like that.” He staggered again. Nikolai wasn’t going to catch him. No, he’d let the asshole fall on his face. Destiny had to purge this guy

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from her life once and for all. And Nikolai was going to help. Enough being nice. He grabbed the front of Jamal’s shirt, lifting him off the ground. “Jamal, the lady said she doesn’t want you around. That means beat it. Do you understand?” Jamal nodded, but Nikolai thought the smelled urine. The man had pissed himself. Nikolai was just glad he was here with Destiny instead of her being alone. He shuddered to think what would have happened. He put Jamal down. “Go.” The man ran about twenty feet away, then turned around. “I’ll be back, Destiny. With some home boys. We’ll have some fun.”

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Before Nikolai could grab him again and pound him into the ground the way he wanted to, Jamal ran away. Like a scared little girl. Nikolai spun back to Destiny. “Pack a bag.” “What?” “Let’s go in and pack a bag. I don’t want you here by yourself.” “I should stay in case my mother comes back.” He doubted that her mother would come back. She had a pretty nasty reputation, according to his contacts at the police department. He couldn’t share that with Destiny. “You’ll just have to chance it. Or I move in. I’m not letting you be here alone.”

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She stared at him. “Why are you doing this?” “Why wouldn’t I? I have to protect you. It’s just part of my upbringing. Like a dog protects the pack. Russians protect their women.” She blinked then nodded as if she accepted it. She led him to her apartment. He watched from her bedroom door while she threw clothes into a suitcase. She stopped to look at him. “I don’t like this demanding attitude you have.” He crossed his arms. “Tough. I’m going to keep my pretend girlfriend safe.” “I can handle Jamal.” “Then why is he still in your life?”

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She shrugged, not giving him an answer. A frown populated her face. He didn’t care. She was his problem and he was going to deal with it how he chose. She’d just have to adjust. Snapping her suitcase closed, she looked at him. “Happy?” “I’ll be happier when you’re at my cottage.” She rolled her eyes. “Where did this Neanderthal thing come from?” “It came out when you were threatened. No one does that to any woman when I’m around.” “Well, I think that you’re overreacting. Jamal has probably already forgotten his

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threat. He won’t even remember it once he comes down off that high.” “I wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight if I left you here.” “Fine.” She brushed past him back into the living room. He grabbed her suitcase. She didn’t let go. “I can carry my suitcase.” “I will carry your suitcase.” She eyed him, but must have seen the determined look in his eye because she let go. “Fine.” She put her hand on the door knob. “Stop. Let me go first.” She stepped aside and let him open the door no one was in the hallway, and they

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made it back to his car without incident. Destiny remained quiet the whole ride to his cottage. * Nikolai brought Destiny’s suitcase into his cottage. He set it down, turning to her. “I hope I didn’t forget anything,” she said. She’d been in a hurry and in a huff. She hadn’t appreciated his strong-arm tactics. Jamal didn’t pose a threat to her. He never had. Nikolai had overreacted to the situation. “I’ll buy you whatever you need.” He waved a hand as if to dismiss her concerns. She didn’t like his attitude. She wasn’t comfortable in his house and she was

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too attracted to him to want to spend more than one night under the same roof. She doubted he’d listen to any argument she had. He hadn’t even let her take her car so that she couldn’t be followed. As if his expensive sports car didn’t stand out in her neighborhood. She stood in the foyer, not sure what she should do next. “You want a drink?” Nikolai said. He undid his tie then took off his jacket. He rolled up his sleeves to reveal his muscled arms. Her mouth went dry. She knew what those arms felt like around her. She knew what magic those hands could create when on her body.

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He hung his jacket on the newel post at the bottom of the stairs. “Or would you rather get settled in your room?” Was she supposed to have her own room? She hoped. Though a wall might not stop her if she thought too hard about him sleeping in a bed. His hair rumpled, his beard just a little scruffy. He was a man who had to shave every day if he wanted a clean face. She didn’t’ need his face clean, remembering the chafing that had been on her thighs the day after their night together. Her mouth went dry again. Holy shit. How was she going to keep her hands off of him?

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“I guess let me get settled. I’ll change into something else.” She didn’t say something more comfortable. That sounded too suggestive. He nodded, then picked up her suitcase. He put his suit jacket over his shoulder. “You have your pick of rooms. They’re all ready for guests. A cleaning lady comes in once a week while I’m at work, so the place is always tidy. It’s nice to come home and not have to do housework.” She’d never imagined Nikolai doing something as mundane as housework. He had calloused hands, but she doubted that was from actual manual labor. He was a cop. Rough and ready. He was also a billionaire

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with a giant trust fund who didn’t have to work. He did anyway. She had to admire that. She followed him up the stairs, watching his butt as he took the steps two at a time. He glanced back at her, smiling. He’d caught her looking at his butt. Yikes. She had to stop that. For some reason, she was more aware of him than she’d ever been. He turned at the top of the steps. They passed his room. She remembered it from her night here. The bed was unmade. Her body tingled at the thought of what they’d gotten up to in that bed. Nikolai stopped at the bedroom next to his. “You can have this one. It has its own

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bathroom so we don’t have to worry about sharing.” “Okay.” He put her suitcase inside the door. She admired the dark wood of the bed and the intricate crown moulding. The room was magnificent. The bed was a king with soft blue linens on it. She spun in his direction. “Thanks. Let me freshen up and I’ll be down.” “Wine?” “Sure.” He left her finally. She breathed a sigh of relief. Her body had been on high alert since he’d insisted that she move in with him. If he touched her, she might shatter. Her panties would fall off for sure.

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She plopped on the bed. She was going to have to keep Nikolai at arm’s length or she was going to throw herself at him. That decided, she changed into sweats. Nikolai was in the kitchen. He hadn’t changed at all except to take off his shoes. He sat on a stool by the kitchen island. He had a glass of wine in his hand. He swirled it before tasting the purple liquid. He spun around when Destiny entered the kitchen. His gaze went up and down her, but she didn’t hesitate as she strode in. He handed her the other glass. She chose sweats so she wasn’t sexy. He touched his glass to hers. “To our first date.” She laughed. “Our first fake date.”

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“Right.” The wine was dry on her tongue. She liked how it coated her mouth. She had never been a wine drinker, but everything she’d had while with Nikolai had been excellent. He patted the stool next to him. She sat. “Whatever you normally do when you are home, please continue doing. Don’t let my presence stop you.” “What if I walk around naked?” She gulped. “Ah, I guess then I’ll spend my time in my room.” She moved to get up. He grabbed her wrist. “I’m just kidding, Destiny. If I walked around naked, you’d know just how much you turn me on.”

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Her breath caught in her throat. He felt it too? That electricity when they touched. The low humming whenever they were in a room together. She was affecting him. His gaze bore into her then he let go. “I didn’t ask you to stay here to sleep with me.” “You didn’t ask in the first place. You told me what was going to happen.” “Yes. It was the most logical course of action.” She sighed. “Do you always do what is most logical?” How frustrating. He didn’t even see that he’d been an alpha male to her. Not giving her a choice and not taking into account her feelings. Sometimes logic was overrated.

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Sometimes you had to go with your gut or your heart and hope it didn’t steer you wrong. Her heart told her to be here, but her brain knew that being close to Nikolai, night and day, could prove to be hazardous. So logic had nothing to do with her presence in his house right now. She’d let him dictate what she would do so that when it went incredibly wrong, she didn’t have to take responsibility. “No, I don’t, Destiny.” Then he kissed her and the world stopped turning. *** Nikolai knew as his pressed his lips to Destiny’s that he shouldn’t have done it. He’d never wanted to be so wrong. Ever. Her

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lips tasted of honey and the wine she’d just sipped. He wanted to hold her head steady so he could deepen the kiss. He wanted to make love to her mouth for an hour or two. Then he wanted to take care of the rest of her. He’d lick, touch, and suck his way around her body. Whatever she would let him do. Given that she was an active participant in this kiss, he’d bet that she would let him. She didn’t push him away. Instead, her fingers grabbed the cloth of his shirt, pulling him closer. His body was on fire just from their lips touching. He had to breathe, but he didn’t want to break contact. She nudged him away, but held onto his shirt. He realized that his hands had

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migrated to her shoulders, holding her just as tight. His breath came out in pants. His heart beat a staccato in his chest. Her lips were swollen from his onslaught. She didn’t look away. More importantly, she didn’t look guilty. She wasn’t going to apologize. He certainly wasn’t going to. “Oh, Nikolai.” He loved the sound of his name in her mouth. Her face was right by his, so he kissed her again. This time softer. Then he nipped a trail down her neck. Her hands fisted harder into his shirt. She was going to rip it. Not that he cared. He could buy another one. He couldn’t get another person like Destiny.

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He couldn’t deny his attraction to her. His dick strained in his pants. He let her lips go, then scooped her up in his arms. This was happening. He strode upstairs as she snaked her arms around his neck. She buried her face into his neck and the touch and smell of her ignited dirty thoughts in his brain. He wanted to bury himself in her and not come up for air for days. Too bad they had to go to work tomorrow. He put her down on her feet, next to his bed. “We return to the scene of the crime,” she said. He laughed. He couldn’t help it. Being with Destiny was a lot of fun. “The criminal always does.”

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He tugged her top off of her. She wasn’t wearing a bra and he gasped at the sight of her naked breasts. They were perfect. Round and just small enough for his hands. Large enough to satisfy him. Large enough to fill out the dress she’d been wearing tonight. Large enough he could almost suffocate if he got lost between them. He couldn’t help smiling. “You’re amazing. That’s a nice set you have there Destiny. I mean it. I couldn’t have sculpted better breasts.” She glanced down at her own chest then back to him. “I can’t say anyone has ever described them that way. Ever.” “They’re a work of art.”

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He put his hands on them, gently testing their weight. His thumbs rubbed over her nipples, bringing them to a peak. He could stare at them all day, but his dick had other ideas. He could blame his friend for wanting to get satisfied. Destiny began to unbutton his shirt. It was off of his body seconds later. She ran a hand over his chest then tugged his t-shirt out of his pants. That joined his shirt on the floor. She ran her hands up his bare chest. He wanted to howl with the pleasure of it. Then she worked on his pants. He helped her get them off of him. She took his dick in her hand. He could have exploded right then, but neither of them would have been satisfied. She stroked him, up and down, a slow, sweet torture. He finally put a

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hand on hers. “If you keep doing that, this will be over too soon.” “There’s always next time. As I recall, you have amazing recuperative powers.” He shook his head. “I want to be inside of you.” She let go of him then shifted her pants off of her. She was naked in front of him. The sight of her took away his breath. He couldn’t wait. This time wouldn’t be gentle. He lifted her up then dropped her on the bed. She bounced once and she laughed. “In a hurry, big guy?” “You bet.” He rolled a condom onto himself then climbed on top of her. He wanted to thrust

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into her, but he slid in instead. She was warm and wet and he wanted to pitch a tent. The rhythm he set up was just enough to get her going, but not enough to make him lose it. He shifted every few strokes and her noises were making him grit his teeth. Then she came with a wail. Her nails dug into his back. Her body arched against him. Her head was thrown back and her jaw was clenched. She was even beautiful like that. Then his orgasm came rushing out. He couldn’t have stopped for any amount of money. Not if he’d had a gun to his head. He slumped onto Destiny. Their chests heaved together. He rolled off, but kept his hand on her stomach. He didn’t want to move, nor did he want to lose contact with her. He

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probably just had to make sure that she was real. And in his bed. She rested her hand on his chest, her body snuggled up against him. She was warm and soft the way a woman should be. “I have to get rid of the condom.” Destiny let out a groan, but rolled away from him. He got rid of the condom and returned to her. She’d climbed under the covers. She moved them away to let him in. He kissed her cheek. “I didn’t plan that,” he said. “I didn’t either.” “You’ve been thinking about me that way?”

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“Of course, Nikolai. How could I not? We were electric in bed that night. That was the best sex of my life.” “Then I know what I have to top.” She giggled. “It isn’t a contest.” “I like to continually improve.” She groaned, but had a smile on her face. “You’re going to kill me.” “Would it be such a bad way to go?” He didn’t think so. “No I guess it wouldn’t. Could you imagine what the papers would say if we were found dead in our bed?” “I bet we’d have smiles on our faces.” She laughed. “Yes, we probably would be happy looking corpses.”

Chapter8 Nikolai visited his hired private detective again. He sent Destiny home with his driver and he took his car to the seedy side of town after work the next day. He’d didn’t tell her exactly what he was doing, but the trip was for her benefit also. Butch Danvers had the same suit on that he wore for their first meeting. Or did he just have several of the-off-the rack items? Nikolai would have thought that he had enough money to buy better clothing. The criminal element tended to pay well. Better than the wife trying to catch her cheating husband.

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Nikolai sat on the same uncomfortable chair and waited for Butch to get off the phone. He pondered what he would bring home for dinner. He’d call Destiny and see what she was in the mood for. No need for her to cook. He could afford take out more than once a week. He’d cook for her on the weekend. They’d made love twice last night, then once in the shower this morning. If nothing else, he was going to enjoy the amount of sex he was going to have. When it was over, they’d part ways as friends. He was sure of it. Destiny talked to him about going to graduate school. She wanted to get a better job. He figured his father would miss her as

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his assistant, but Nikolai understood that she wanted to get ahead and be more than a secretary. She wouldn’t want to have a relationship bog her down while she was studying. That meant that this was short term. That worked for him, as he had no idea what his future held. He could go back to the FBI. Or he could stay with his father’s company. His biggest rival, Boris Yorisky, had talked about the company. What if his father didn’t return? He’d talked to him on the phone and he sounded weak. Weaker than he’d ever heard his father. Truly unnerving. His father had always been larger than life in his eyes. It would be tough to say goodbye to him.

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If Nikolai inherited the company, he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do. He’d have to stay longer and sort things out. He refused to let Krevchenko take over. The man was an idiot who would run it into the ground. The man would want Destiny and she’d quit. Even if she didn’t have another job. The idea of Martin touching Destiny had Nikolai seeing red. No way would he let that happen. Nor would he let the man get his grubby hands on Alman Enterprises. No way. Butch finally hung up. “You have something for me?” “Not anything substantial. The buzz on the street is that Luis is here on the East

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Coast. He isn’t leaving. The murder of your partner hasn’t chased him away.” “Bastard.” Of course he would be cocky. He wouldn’t cow. He’d like to see Luis on his knees begging Nikolai for his life. That would be his fantasy. If Nikolai had anything to do with it, he would be. The man took away a devoted husband and father, which reminded him that he had to go see his partner’s wife. See how she was. Make sure she was getting along okay. “I don’t have specifics, but from what I’m hearing, he’s in New York.” “He can hide there easily,” Nikolai said.

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“He has many friends there. Quite a network of the Mexican Mafia.” Might behoove Nikolai to get in touch with his contacts in the Russian Mafia. They might have a better idea of how to find Luis. He hoped the man was underground and wasn’t able to live as luxuriously as he usually did. That would be wonderful. “I have another assignment for you to do at the same time.” He gave the man Destiny’s mother’s details. Told him she was pregnant. Even gave him a picture. “Same fee as before?” Butch said. “Of course. Be discreet. Don’t make contact, just get me a location.”

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“Sure, thing. She a junkie?” “I don’t know.” “Why you looking for her?” Butch said. “That’s above your pay grade,” Nikolai said. He left the man chuckling. When he reached his car, Nikolai called Destiny. “Hey,” she said. “You on your way home?” “Yes. I’ll be about forty-five minutes. What do you want for dinner?” “I’m cooking.” He paused a moment. How domestic of her. “Uh, okay. Can I ask what?” “No. It’ll be a surprise.”

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“If you need wine, there’s a cellar that I haven’t shown you.” “That can wait until you get home,” she said. He hung up and smiled. He wondered what other surprises she had for him. *** Destiny looked around the kitchen when she hung up with Nikolai. There were bowls and such all around the room. Had she bit off more than she could chew? The dish wasn’t simple and had a lot of ingredients. “Maybe I should have tried something simpler.” She’d wanted to impress Nikolai. She didn’t know why. She shouldn’t be spoiling him this way. He’d get used to her cooking

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and then they’d both starve. Well, she thought it might be fun, but right now it didn’t seem fun anymore. She hadn’t had all of the ingredients, so she substituted others, but she wasn’t sure how to do that. She sighed looking at the mess she’d made of Nikolai’s kitchen. Hopefully, he wouldn’t be mad. Frustration threatened to make her cry, but she wasn’t someone who cried that easily. He was due home any minute and she had no food to show for the mess. “Oh my goodness,” Nikolai said. He stood in the doorway, his suit flung over his shoulder, his tie askew. She bit her lip. She’d never seen him get mad, but today might be a first.

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“I was trying to cook, but I don’t really know how. My grandmother did all of the cooking. Or I did it under her instructions.” Nikolai put his jacket over the back of a chair. He began to laugh. He threw his head back and laughed for a full minute. Okay. That wasn’t the reaction she was expecting. At least he wasn’t mad. He held his stomach while he caught his breath. “Okay. Let’s get this cleaned up.” He looked at her. “And we can get you cleaned up, then we can order pizza.” “You aren’t mad?” He kissed her nose. “How could I be mad? It’s just a mess. We’ll order the pizza then clean it up. He opened his phone and

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took care of the call while she stacked dirty bowls and pans in the sink. “Let me get out of these clothes and I’ll help you.” He was back minutes later in jeans and t-shirt. She had already washed everything in the sink. He dried. “You really aren’t mad?” “No, I’m really not mad, but you will probably want a shower before we eat.” He leaned in close and wiggled his eyebrows. “I’ll help.” “Who will pay the pizza guy?” “Right. He did say it would be here in half an hour,” Nikolai said. “Then let me shower before that happens.”

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He pouted. “I wanted to help.” She had to laugh. This man was an FBI agent and the head of a company. A billionaire who could buy and sell her if he wanted. Here he was pouting because he wanted to take a shower with her. Men. They were odd creatures. She sighed. “Okay. I’ll wait until the pizza gets here.” His face lit up. Like a kid about to get a new toy. He kissed her. “Thanks. That’ll make my day.” “You morning.”

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“I know, but I never get tired of seeing you naked. Naked and soapy is a bonus.”

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She blinked. This was incorrigible. They finished the dishes then the pizza guy arrived. They put the pizza in the oven to stay warm and headed up to the shower. Of course the shower took longer because they didn’t just wash. Destiny wasn’t sure she’d ever had this much sex. Her body was loving it. Her heart wasn’t so sure that this was a good idea, but she shushed it. She would be fine when this was all over. She’d have school to look forward to. They ate the pizza in their robes. “We could have done this naked. No one’s around.” Destiny laughed. “Yes, but I don’t want hot cheese on parts of my body.”

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“Oh, I’d lick it off of you.” “Of course you would.” “I’d take one for the team,” he said. Yes, the team. How long would this fun go on? She wasn’t sure what she would feel at the end of it all. Would she be heartbroken? Was she setting herself up for that? Probably, but what a ride it would be until then. A hot guy to have sex with. A great house to live in. Someone to drive her to work every day. What more could a girl ask for? Really? What else was there, because at this moment, she couldn’t think of anything. * Nikolai knew he needed a night out, so he and Destiny stopped at a bar on the way home. The same bar they’d met in on

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that fateful night. He just wanted to sit and have a drink with her. Nothing special. Just a moment out of the house. He would have thought he would get tired of her by now, but he wasn’t. He was just beginning to peel back the layers that made up Destiny. It was a pleasant evening. Until Boris Yorisky walked into the bar. What was he doing in a place like this? Slumming? He had an entourage, of course. Several of them were beautiful women. Tall, leggy. Nikolai never had a type, but Boris always had. They’d been in the same private school together. Boris was two years ahead. “What’s wrong?” Destiny said. She must have noticed him tense.

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“Someone I know just walked into the bar.” “Someone you don’t like, for sure.” He smiled at her. Perceptive. Boris had clearly spotted him and was making his way over to Nikolai’s table. He sighed. Guess he had to play nice. If he had to choose between Boris buying his father’s company or Krevchenko running it, he’d rather have Boris. But not by much. Boris was a large man. He indulged and it showed in the jowls on his face. He looked more than two years older than Nikolai, probably because he drank more than anyone Nikolai knew. “Nikolai Alman. How are you?”

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Nikolai rose and shook the man’s hand. He wanted to shower afterwards. Boris then noticed Destiny. “Who is the lovely woman?” He took Destiny’s hand, kissing it. “This is Destiny Brown. She’s my assistant.” Boris glanced his way as if he knew that she was more than that. Didn’t matter. He didn’t care what Boris thought. Destiny had to tug her hand back because the man was holding onto it. That made Nikolai mad. Boris didn’t need any more women around him. He should leave Destiny alone. “Assistant? Maybe I will poach her from you. Give her an offer she can’t refuse.”

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Now he was purposely poking the bear, trying to make him mad. “I don’t really think you have anything to offer,” Destiny said. Nikolai wanted to laugh. Boris wasn’t amused. “You would let her talk to me that way?’ “She can talk however she wants.” Boris took a step toward Nikolai who fisted his hand, ready for a fight. They’d been known to scuffle at prep school, but it had been at least since college since they’d ever come to blows. “He’s not worth it,” Destiny said. She didn’t even stand, but her words made Nikolai stop. She was right. Boris had no class and if he wanted a fight, Nikolai

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wouldn’t back down, but why should he fight? He knew he could beat Boris. Boris should know that Nikolai could beat him, also. “In my younger days,” Boris said, then stalked off. Nikolai shook off the experience then sat down, giving Destiny a smile. “Thanks for the reminder. He wasn’t worth it.” “I’m not a big fan of male posturing like that.” “It’s partly a Russian thing.” She shrugged. “But you aren’t in Russia.” “But many of us are first generation. My father would never have stood by and let

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another man touch his wife. That man would have been on the floor in pain.” Destiny harmless.”

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“Maybe, but he has no right to disrespect you.” “He wasn’t.” Maybe he wasn’t, but Nikolai didn’t like how Boris had been eyeing Destiny. He had been undressing her with his eyes. Nikolai hadn’t like that. He didn’t really have any claim on Destiny, but he certainly felt protective of her. That was just a Russian thing. “You done with your drink?” Nikolai wanted to get out of the bar. He had no desire to watch people fawn over

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Boris. Wait staff did because he was a good tipper. Women did because Boris threw money around. Even though his father had made a fortune, Boris acted like vulgar new money. It was one thing to spend it freely. It was another to flash it around. Nikolai had been raised to be more discreet. He dropped some bills at their table then guided Destiny out of the bar. “I’m guessing there is a story between you and Boris,” Destiny said. She didn’t miss a thing. Nikolai sighed. “Yes, there is, but I’m not ready to talk about it right now. Suffice it to say that we have a history. Not a good history and we don’t like each other.” “Yeah, I got that.”

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Nikolai chuckled. “Let’s not talk about Boris. Let’s talk about dinner. I’m starved. I can cook or we can get takeout.” She stretched like a cat in her seat and that made him think of something else he was hungry for. “Whatever you want to do.” *** Destiny knew that Nikolai had been bothered by Boris, but she didn’t get why. Nikolai was successful in his own right. What rivalry did the two have? And why? Men. That might be a conversation for another day. She wondered where Nikolai went sometimes. If he had a woman on the side, she wanted to know. She didn’t want to be part of that. If he had that woman, that

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person could pretend to be his girlfriend. And truly be his lover. He’d left his suit jacket in the kitchen while he went to take a shower. Destiny decided to go through his pockets. “What are you looking for?” Destiny jumped. Nikolai stood in the doorway, a pair of jeans on, his shirt open. “I, uh, was looking to see if I could figure out where you’ve been going.” “Why don’t you just ask me?” “Where have you been going?” “To see a private detective.” That was easy. Now she felt guilty for invading his privacy. “Why?” “The last time was to ask him to look for your mother.”

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“You're having someone look for her? I should pay for that.” He waved his hand. “No, I’ll take care of it.” She cocked her head. “Why? It’s my mother.” “Don’t worry about it, Destiny.” “Why were you seeing this detective to begin with?” He took a breath then rubbed a hand down his face. Was he trying to think of a lie or deciding if he should tell her? “I didn’t really want to talk about this,” Nikolai said. “But I guess I should.” This sounded serious. “If it’s none of my business, just tell me.”

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He shook his head. “No, it might be good to share it with someone.” He walked to her, taking her hands. “You know I was a cop.” “An FBI agent.” “Technically, I still am, but I haven’t decided if I’m going back or not.” “Okay.” “The reason is that my partner was killed on our last case. Right in front of me,” Nikolai said. Destiny’s heart went out to him. She put her arms around his middle. “I’m so sorry, Nikolai. How awful.” He held her close. “Yes, it sucked. He had a wife and two kids. The kids aren’t too old either.”

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She squeezed him wanting to let him know that she was here for him. He seemed to cling to her, and for a moment, he wasn’t Nikolai the CEO or Nikolai the cop. He was just a man who was still grieving. She’d better be careful. She could fall in love with this Nikolai. He rested his head on hers. “Thanks for listening Destiny.” “You haven’t explained the private detective.” She shifted so her chin was resting on his chest so she could look up at him. “I’ve hired him to find my partner’s killer.” “Why?” “So justice can be served.”

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“Are you serving it?” “Maybe.” “Revenge never works out. You could ruin your career, Nikolai.” “That’s a chance I have to take.” He brushed a hair out of her face then rested his forehead on hers. “I can’t let this man go free and the FBI hasn’t been able to catch him.” “So you’re using other means to find him? Not-so-legal means?” “Yes.” She had to ponder that for a moment. What would she do if someone killed her grandmother? She’d probably want revenge also, but would she have the resources to do it? No, but Nikolai did.

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He searched her face. She figured he was waiting for her reaction. “Why not find him and let the FBI deal with it?” “That’s a possibility. I can’t promise I’ll do that. That scum killed a good agent.” “Why weren’t you killed?” “I escaped,” he said. “I guess I was lucky.” She put a hand on his face. Guess she was lucky, too, since now he was in her life. Even if it was only temporary, she was going to enjoy him. Right now she could see the pain in his eyes, thinking about his partner. She wanted to take that pain away. She started to unbuckle his pants. * “What are you doing?” Nikolai said.

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She was undoing his pants. Right here in the kitchen. He watched in fascination as she knelt down in front of him, pushing his pants down his legs. He was already hard, of course. He was that way most of the time when Destiny was around. Made his pants uncomfortable. She glanced up at him, then took him into her mouth. Oh. God. He’d died and gone to heaven. He gripped the chair next to him. Her mouth was doing tantalizing things to his dick. She was good at this. She’d done this their first night together and not since. Her hand played with his balls. He wasn’t sure he was going to be able to remain upright. Brain cells were dying. His body was on fire.

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“Oh, God.” He put a hand into her hair. In, then out. Repeat if necessary. Oh, it was necessary. Her mouth was warm and wet and she let her teeth graze him ever so slightly. He threw back his head. This was the best blowjob he’d ever received. She kept him right on the edge of his climax, varying her speed. And then it hit him with the force of a storm. “Destiny.” He couldn’t help but yell her name. His breath came out in pants as she sat back on her heels. When he finally opened his eyes, she had a smug look on her face. “Feel better?” “Holy shit, yes.”

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She laughed, then stood. She kissed his cheek then brushed past him. He grabbed her arm, pulling her back to him. She understood his pain. He’d been alone with it. He hadn’t shared it with anyone and when he did, Destiny wanted to take it away from him. He held her in his arms, wondering how he could have found such an amazing woman. Not that she was in his life permanently, but she was here now and she was helping him get past Mark’s death. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome. I’m sure you’ll return the favor at some point.” He could return the favor now. He’d love to spend the day between her legs. Right

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now, he wasn’t sure he could move and was surprised he was still standing. Each day brought new revelations about Destiny. He was going to be sad when this was all over, but for now he was going to enjoy her company. Enjoy the sex they had. Who knew what the future would bring? He might go back to his job and he didn’t want to have anyone waiting for him at home. That wasn’t fair. What if he died on the job? He couldn’t imagine leaving a wife and children to grieve for him. That wasn’t fair. Destiny wasn’t his future. She was his right now. He had to remember that. As much as he was beginning to have feelings for her. He couldn’t lose sight of the fact that all of this was temporary. He’d go back to his

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life, whatever that may be, and she’d go back to hers. First Jamal had to be found and her mother. He had things to accomplish that he could do better with Destiny at his side, but they weren’t his life. He had to find out who was embezzling funds from his father’s company. His next task was to look at the books. He’d do that tomorrow. He planned on bringing it all home so he could think without any distractions. Destiny would leave him alone, he knew. “You hungry?” she said. “I am. I can whip up something now that the blood supply returned to my brain.”

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She laughed. “What do you have in mind and how can I help?” His turn to laugh. “Go get a bottle of wine and pour us some. I’ll do the cooking.” He patted her bottom before she left for the wine cellar. This was all so domestic. A big part of him was loving it. Another part of him was sending up red flags. Don’t get used to it. You might be going back to the Bureau. He’d think about that another day. *** Destiny retrieved the wine then opened it. She poured them both glasses. She sipped, enjoying the way the flavors danced across her tongue. She was going to miss this luxury. She was beginning to like wine with dinner. She’d never had it with a meal or

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ever. Her grandmother didn’t drink, which made it even odder that her mother had been such a substance abuser. Hopefully, Destiny didn’t have any of those traits. Nikolai’s phone rang. He answered it while he stirred something on the stove. “Uh, huh. Okay. Thanks for calling Butch.” Nikolai hung up, turned off the burner, then spun her direction. Clearly not good news. Was it his father? Had the man died? A lump formed in her throat. That would have been too quick. She’d been meaning to see him and now she hadn’t gotten a chance to say goodbye. How awful.

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“What is it?” she said. “That was my detective.” “Okay. Just say it, Nik.” “He found your mother.” “Okay. Where is she?” He put his arms around her. “She’s in the morgue, Destiny. We need to go identify her body.” Destiny waited for the pain. The tears. They never happened. She’d grieved for her mother years ago. She’d lost her when she chose the streets over Destiny. Instead, she felt relived. She’d stopped looking for the woman in every cardboard box on Hoboken. She wouldn’t have to worry about her showing up stoned and embarrassing her. What a legacy to have.

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“I guess I should be upset, but I’m not,” Destiny said. “Whatever you’re feeling is fine,” Nikolai said. “Do we need to go tonight?” “Wouldn’t you rather get it over with?” “Yes, I would.” * Nikolai drove her to the morgue in Hoboken. He held her hand as she identified her mother. He hugged her as she wiped away the few tears that she’d shed for the woman who had given birth to her. He sat with her in the office as she signed the paperwork to release the body to a

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funeral home. He made the arrangements while she composed herself. He was her rock for the evening. And beyond. “Was she still pregnant?” she asked the guy at the morgue. “No, she wasn’t. We didn’t autopsy her, but there was no baby.” Destiny gasped, but didn’t say anything until they were in Nikolai’s car. “We need to find that baby. That’s my sister or brother,” she said. “Okay. I’ll get my guy on it.” His phone rang. Butch again. “I’ve found out who they’ve charged with her murder,” he said. “The man’s name is Jamal Hawkins.”

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Destiny couldn’t believe it. Jamal was many things, but a killer? “Thanks for letting us know, Butch.” Nikolai disconnected. “You okay?” “Stunned, but I guess this means that I don’t need to stay with you any longer.” The idea of moving home didn’t appeal to her. She didn’t want to live alone, but there was no reason for her to live with Nikolai. She could live on her own and still pretend to be his girlfriend. That didn’t change things. He took her hand in his. “Why not move out tomorrow?” It hurt a little that he wasn’t fighting for her to stay. She swallowed. “Okay. I’ll

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pack in the morning and will go home straight from work.” “I need some time alone tomorrow night.” “You don’t owe me any explanations.” “It’s important that I look at the books and I want to do it without distractions.” So that’s what she was to him. She shouldn’t be hurt, but she was. She crossed her arms. “I’ll be out of your way tonight.” “Destiny, there is no need.” “Yes, distraction.”

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“I didn’t mean it that way.” “Well, you said it that way.” He squeezed her hand. “You aren’t yourself. I’ll let that go…”

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How patronizing. How infuriating. She wasn’t some fragile flower. She fisted her hands. “Don’t talk to me that way, Nikolai. It might be best if I leave tonight.” He drove her back to his cottage in silence. She packed her things in preparation for going home. Nikolai wasn’t around when she walked out and drove herself back to her apartment. Sadly, she’d left a piece of her heart back at that cottage.

Chapter9 Destiny stood in the morgue, her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her heart fluttered in her chest. Nikolai stood beside her, his warmth wafting off of him. She could feel it coming across her in waves. She was cold, so his presence was appreciated. The room she was in was cold and sterile, painted the utilitarian green. Who had been the first to choose that color and why had every hospital and medical facility repeated it? The color made her feel ill. Or maybe it was the situation. “You want to sit?” Nikolai said, whispering in her ear.

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As if he were going to wake up the occupants with his voice. She probably should sit. She was feeling woozy and lightheaded. Fainting wasn’t an option. She had to be the strong one. That was her role in life. She’d taken on the care of her grandmother and had her mother needed it, she would have done that also. Now her mother didn’t need her. She should be relieved, but she wasn’t. She wasn’t sure what she felt other than anger. Numb was probably what she felt. This would all hit her later. After today. Hopefully she wouldn’t collapse. “Destiny?” Nikolai said a little louder. She jumped at the echo of his voice. “I’m okay the way I am.”

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He took her hand into both of his. She must feel like a human ice cube. She knew this day would come. She hadn’t thought it would come this soon. She’d called her grandmother. The woman wasn’t mourning her daughter because she’d mourned for her years ago. Destiny wished she’d taken that track. She hadn’t. Part of her had held out a small hope that her mother would come to her senses. Lot of good that hope did. It resulted in the broken heart in her chest. Which was all she was able to discern of how she felt at the moment. Besides cold. The kind of cold that only a warm body or a stiff drink will change. She could

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have both if she asked Nikolai for them. He would probably give them to her. The morgue attendant came out. He wore green scrubs almost the color of the walls. Was it the color palette for all of the medical profession? “You here for the Jane Doe?” he said. He had hair that needed a trim and dead, brown eyes. Guess that’s what happened when you worked with corpses all day. “Yes,” Nikolai answered for her. She hadn’t completely realized the man was asking her the question. She’d assumed it was rhetorical. The man led them down a hallway and into an even colder room. He pulled out a drawer and

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underneath the sheet was her mother. Paler than Destiny had ever seen her. Her mother had never looked healthy in life, but her complexion was even worse now. “That’s her,” Destiny said. “I need you to state her name,” the man said. “That’s Keisha Brown.” The man rolled the drawer closed. “I have some paperwork for you to sign. You’re next of kin?” “I’m her daughter.” She numbly followed the man back to the first room. He sat behind a small desk, rifling through papers on it. If he filed some of them, the surface wouldn’t be such a mess.

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That was her organized side coming out. Odd thing to think of at the moment. Nikolai had his hand on her back and it might as well have been on fire. She could feel his warmth through her clothing. She needed that warmth. She signed the papers releasing the body to a funeral home. Nikolai produced a business card for one, handing it to the man. Then he ushered her out. She stopped. “Wait.” She turned back to the man. “Was she pregnant still?” The attendant looked down at the paperwork. “No, she wasn’t.” “Thank you.”

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Where was the baby? Had she had it already? Had she dumped her sister or brother in some trash can? “I’ll make some calls, Destiny. See if we can find the baby. You have no idea whether it was a boy or a girl?” Nikolai said when they were back in his car. “No idea.” “It’ll make it tougher, but I’ll see what I can find out.” She grabbed his hand. “Thank you, Nikolai.” He smiled at her. “Let’s go home. I’ll draw you a bath and get you some vodka.” She needed both of those things. “I think I need a warm body, first.”

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He nodded then drove them home. At the door to his place, he stopped. “You sure about this?” “I need to feel alive, Nikolai. What better way?” “Okay.” She took off her jacket then turned to him. His coat wasn’t off yet, and she took him into her arms. She needed to feel him. Feel his strength. Feel him inside of her. More than breathing, she wanted to have sex with him. He dropped his coat on the floor then scooped her up. She buried her face into his neck, her arms around him. He carried her as if she weighed nothing. How could he make her feel so beautiful from that one

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simple act? No one had ever carried her to bed. She wasn’t a waif, but Nikolai held her as if she was as light as a feather. He put her on the bed as if she were china. She wasn’t fragile. She didn’t want to be treated like that right now. She reached up and pulled him onto her. She wanted this hard and fast. She wanted to feel it deep down in her soul. “I don’t want easy. I don’t want soft.” He nipped at her ear as she tugged at his clothing. They were naked mere seconds later. He was licking her and her body responded. The pressure built then she exploded. That was the fastest orgasm she’d ever had. It had been needed for sure.

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He wasn’t done. He kept going. Her back arched and she moved into his mouth. Her fingers clutched the sheets as the second one burst out of her. She hadn’t caught her breath before he was sheathed and inside of her. She nudged him to roll over. She wanted to be on top. She wanted to be in control of something in her spiraling life. He let her, his hands on her hips, guiding, but not putting any pressure. She stroked him with her insides, her body moving up and down on him. He gritted his teeth. Her orgasm pumped him of his then she slumped onto his chest. His arms went around her and she began to cry.

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Her life was nuts. Just crazy and somehow this man made it all sane. That scared her. She swiped at the tears pouring out of her. These were the last tears she’d ever spill for her mother. *** Nikolai stood by the car, waiting for Destiny. She was grabbing her mother’s ashes from the funeral home. They were going to sprinkle them in the country. Then Nikolai was going to take Destiny out to lunch. Other than a madcap day of sex, she’d been reserved since they’d viewed her mother at the morgue. No one had seen Jamal in a

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while, but Nikolai wasn’t ready to led Destiny go back to her apartment. She needed to find a better one. Her grandmother was making slow progress. Slower than the doctors had hoped, so Destiny shouldn’t wait any longer to move. Her grandmother might not be a factor anymore. He wasn’t optimistic that she was getting out of the facility she was in. He couldn’t share that with Destiny. She’d had enough heartache for now. Her mind was on finding her sibling. He’d called in all the favors he could, but none had produced anything. Yet. He was hopeful that a little money spread around would get some answers.

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Destiny had a box when she returned. She’d wanted to do this by herself. She needn’t have bothered. Nikolai knew how strong she was. Maybe she’d had to prove it to herself, all over again. Her eyes held no tears. She’d sworn to be done with crying for her mother. “You want it in the trunk?” She nodded. He unlocked his Maserati. She put the box in there and closed the lid. She stared into space for a moment. “The country? Anywhere specific?” “Something with trees and farm animals.” “Okay. We can do that.”

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He’d put his investigation on hold, but would have to get back to it soon. He didn’t like what the numbers were saying. His father had not been hallucinating. Someone was embezzling money from the company. Someone was trying to make it look like Destiny, but Nikolai could see the trail. It didn’t lead back to her. It led somewhere else. Somewhere he didn’t want to go. He’d have to have his ducks lined up before he could make any accusations. His father wouldn’t be happy. Nikolai wasn’t happy about the situation. He would have to tread carefully. “You’re deep in thought,” Destiny said as they drove to Hunterdon County. “Just thinking about work.”

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“I’ve been keeping you from it. I’m sorry.” He patted her knee. “I’m not. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else than helping you get through this.” He sounded like a lover. Not a friend with benefits, but someone who had a stake in Destiny getting past this. Well, he did. She was his assistant. The sooner she was back to work, the better. He had a job to do. “I do appreciate the time you’ve taken. I know it isn’t a great time to be away from the office with your father out. How is he doing?” “So far so good. He sounded lively when I spoke to him yesterday,” Nikolai said.

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His stepmother had warned him that he only had that much energy because he was five days out from his treatment. He’d feel like crap again when the next treatment day came up. What a rollercoaster this must be for his stepmother. What would his father have done without her? Nikolai didn’t know. He didn’t want to think about it. He found a spot by the Delaware River. The day was cool, but sunny. He’d heard a hurricane might come up the coast, but that was a day or two off. Hopefully it wouldn’t hit New Jersey. They’d had enough of those lately. He retrieved the box from the trunk then handed it to Destiny.

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“We’re probably polluting or littering,” she said. “It’s just ashes. They won’t do any harm,” Nikolai said. “Did your mother request the country?” Destiny held the box in one arm while she held his hand in the other. He liked her hand in his. Soft and warm. Inviting. They stopped by the river. “No she didn’t, but I know that she loved to be out of Hoboken. Why not let her final resting place be somewhere peaceful?” “Good point. You’re a good daughter.” She took a deep breath then let it out. “Thank you for saying that.”

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He squeezed her hand. She let go. She opened the box, pulling out the urn that held her mother’s ashes. “You want to say a few words?” Nikolai said. “No. Let’s just let them go. She’s at peace for the first time in a long time.” Destiny sprinkled the ashes in the water. Nikolai watched her watching them. In that moment, he knew that if he could ever love anyone, it would be Destiny. But he wasn’t planning on falling in love. He put his arms around Destiny, from behind. She leaned her head back into his chest. The moment was beautiful. He couldn’t believe someone had let him be a part of it.

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A few minutes later, Destiny tugged his arms away from her. “That’s it.” “You need more time?” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. “No, I’m good. I wish my grandmother could have been here, but I’m not sure she needed closure as much as I did.” “Maybe not. Might have been easier to let her go before this.” He rubbed her arms. “You hungry?” “I am.” “Then let’s get something to eat.” “We can go back to the office after that,” Destiny said. He took her hand in his. He’d seen a café across the river they could eat at. “We

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don’t have to. If you need more time, I can drop you home.” “You mean to your place?” He was beginning to think of it as home and Destiny was part of that. “Yes, my place.” “I think I need to get back to work. Any leads on the baby?” “No, sorry. Nothing yet.” She nodded then they walked to get some food. * Destiny had been back at work for two days when the call came in. Her grandmother was ill and on her way to the hospital. “You want me to come with you?” Nikolai said.

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She couldn’t ask him that. This was a family matter and he’d been so understanding and supportive during her mother’s death. Destiny shook her head. “No, I’ll be fine.” “Take my driver. We still don’t know where Jamal is.” She saluted him then spun to leave. “Destiny.” She could hear the seriousness in his voice. “Yes?” “Take my driver. I can get home another way.” “Okay. I’ll take your driver.” They’d been coming in together each morning. It created the illusion that they were a couple. They had to keep up the

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appearance. They shared a bed. They might has well have been a couple, but Destiny knew it was in name only. There were no emotions involved. Friends with benefits, if you will. The driver took her to the hospital where her grandmother had been in the emergency room. She'd spent too much time in this place already. Her grandmother was in a room by herself. She wasn’t the smiling woman Destiny had last seen. Today she looked ashen and she was moaning. “Gram?” Destiny said. The old woman in the bed didn’t acknowledge her. Just kept on moaning. What

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was wrong with her? Destiny left the room to find a nurse. “I’m the granddaughter of the patient in room four zero nine, Victoria Brown.” “I’m her nurse, Kelly.” “Kelly, I wondered if a doctor had been in to see her yet.” “Not yet, but he’s on his way. The facility sent her here because she was dehydrated. They’re thinking she might have an infection.” The nurse was short with the largest breasts Destiny had seen on anyone that small. How did the woman stay upright? “An infection? In her hip?” “Don’t know, but you can stay with her until the doctor arrives.”

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Destiny went back in, but the doctor was there. She waited in the hallway for what seemed like an hour. A tall woman with a white lab coat on approached her. “Are you Miss Brown?” “Yes.” The woman stuck out her hand. “I’m Doctor Newell. I’ve examined your grandmother and I’m going to admit her. She has some kind of infection. It isn’t that uncommon.” “Will she be okay?” “I’m sure she will be, with antibiotics.” “She seemed out of sorts.” “That’s normal at her age. When we get the infection under control, she’ll be back to normal.”

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Good. Her grandmother had always been sharp as a tack. She hated to think that the woman was getting senile. The doctor left her. Destiny returned to her grandmother’s bedside. She was sedated now and sleeping peacefully. The nurse came in to take vitals. “She’ll be moved upstairs as soon as we find a bed.” “Okay. I’m going to make a call.” “You’ll have to do that either outside or in the waiting room.” “Okay.” Destiny chose to stand out in the sunshine. She needed the brightness to lift her spirits. Nikolai picked up right away. “Destiny, how is she?”

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“She’s being admitted. She seems to have an infection. She’s so out of it. I don’t think she knows that I’m here.” “I’m sure she does on some level.” As she stood there, Destiny saw someone running out of the Emergency Department. He was pretty fast so she never got a good look at him. Besides, it wasn’t her business. “I hope so. I better go back in there.” “Take the rest of the day off, Sweetheart. I’ll find a way home.” Sweetheart? “Thanks, Nikolai.” She disconnected. When she walked back inside, her grandmother’s nurse had ice on her face. Several security guards were by her grandmother’s room.

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“What happened?” “I walked in to check on Mrs. Brown and this man was holding a pillow over her face. I yelled, but he took off before I could catch him.” That must have been who Destiny had seen running out. Who would do that? “I guess I saw him run out of here, but I didn’t get a good look at him. Are you okay?” “I’m fine. He shoved me and I fell into the door,” Kelly said. “It will heal. Your grandmother is fine. Nothing happened to her.” Destiny strode into the room to see her grandmother sleeping peacefully. Who would do that to this sweet, old lady?

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A security guard poked his head into the room. “Are you Destiny? The nurse said you saw the culprit.” “I did, but I can’t identify him.” “Would you please come with me? I need to take a statement and show you the video surveillance.” “My grandmother is going to be admitted soon.” “I’ll make sure to find out what room she’s in.” Destiny followed him even though she wanted to stay with her grandmother. He showed her the tape. She gasped. “It’s Jamal.” “You know him?” “Yes. He’s an ex of mine.”

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“Okay. I need you to make a statement when the cops get here. Your grandmother has been moved. You want to go see her and I’ll come get you when the police arrive?” “Okay.” Her grandmother was settled in a room on the third floor. Not intensive care, but she was hooked up to a monitor. She was breathing on her own. Destiny found a waiting room with a sign that said she could use her cell phone. She called Nikolai and told him the story. “Stay put. I’ll find a way to get there and we’ll go home together.” “It’s just Jamal.”

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“I think this is more than Jamal. A junkie doesn’t have the resources to know if your grandmother was in the hospital,” Nikolai said. He was making sense, so she agreed to wait. He arrived a half an hour later. Just in time for her to make her statement to the police. “I’ve hired grandmother.”

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in the hospital room, looking lost. Her grandmother was asleep in the bed. Destiny was wringing her hands. She’d made her statement to the cops and the report had been filed. He’d have to look more closely at Jamal. He wasn’t just a junkie. He couldn’t have thought up, planned, or executed Destiny’s grandmother’s murder all on his own. Now Destiny probably didn’t know what to think. She had to know on some level that this wasn’t just Jamal. “She’s asleep. Why not come home and we’ll get a meal?” Nikolai said. He wanted her safe. He wanted her home and in his bed where he knew he could take care of her. He’d never felt like this, but

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he was protective of every woman in his life. He couldn’t help it. It was part of his DNA. Destiny was just the current iteration of it because she was so close to him right now. She’d leave, go back to her life and he’d go back to his job. He wouldn’t be plagued with worry like this. The whole idea unnerved him. He couldn’t be falling for her. Love wasn’t in his makeup. He put his arms around her from behind, glancing at her grandmother over her shoulder. She leaned back, took a deep breath. “Yes, I guess that would be good. You don’t have to go back to work?” “I brought some with me. I’ll do it after dinner.”

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She nodded. He led her out to his car. The one she’d brought here. His driver was nowhere to be found. He texted the man. No answer. A nurse having a cigarette outside leaned against the wall. The sun shone, but Nikolai wasn’t feeling bright and sunny. Where was his driver? “You looking for someone?” the nurse said. “Yes, my driver.” “There hasn’t been anyone around the vehicle the whole time I’ve been out here.” The idea chilled Nikolai. “Destiny, come with me. We’re going to security.” “Why? Maybe he’s in the bathroom?”

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He pointed to the tires. “They’re slashed. Something happened to him.” He grabbed her hand, dragging her back into the hospital. The security office was on the first floor. They’d just been there giving a statement. The same guard was there, watching the cameras. “Can I help you?” “My driver is gone. My tires are slashed. I think something has happened to him.” The guard blinked at him. “Okay. They just brought someone into Emergency that was found in the parking lot.” Destiny and Nikolai looked at each other, then raced to the Emergency Department. Sure enough, Carl, his driver, had

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been stabbed. He was in critical condition. Nikolai paced outside his room. What the hell was going on? Was this part of his investigation or because of Destiny? Why target his driver? He gave a statement to the same police officers Destiny had talked to. “I’ll call another driver.” “You have more than one?” Destiny said. She looked bedraggled. The day had clearly been too much for her. Nikolai wanted to get her home before she collapsed on her feet. This was getting personal now. Then a thought occurred to him. Was this part of his looking for Luis? What could Luis and Jamal have in common?

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Drugs, yes, but there was a big divide between a junkie and a kingpin. He dismissed this even though he knew that Jamal wasn’t working alone. The man probably had junkie friends and in a rare state of soberness, they plotted all of this. Having not killed Victoria Brown, they targeted Nikolai’s driver. Seemed plausible. Carl’s wife showed up, disappearing into his room. She came out crying. “They’re going to admit him, but he hasn’t woken up yet.” Nikolai gave her his card. “If you need anything, let me know. I’ll be here. He’s a good man.”

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She nodded, tucking the card into her bra. Nikolai took Destiny’s hand. “Let’s go home. It’s been too long a day already.” She nodded, her eyes looking sunken. Her skin was ashy. Another car sat out front waiting for them. Sometimes it was good to be rich. He opened the door for Destiny who plopped onto the seat as if her legs couldn’t carry her anymore. On the ride home, she leaned up against him. He wanted to make it all better for her. He knew he couldn’t, but he could make her more comfortable. “You want a bath?”

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She nodded. “Yes. That would be great.” “Food?” “Yes.” “Alcohol?” “Probably.” He kissed the top of her head. He could provide all of those things and a warm body if she wanted. The other day had been such a turn on. To have her take charge like that was nice once in a while. Not all the time. He was still the man. The driver left them at his front door. “We could go out to dinner, if you want.” “I really want to get into my pajamas,” she said.

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Nikolai understood. His mind was still on Carl. And his own father. Too many people around him were getting hurt. He had to make sure that Destiny did not. He drew her a bath and she sunk into it, her eyes closing. He kissed her forehead. “I’ll be back in a few to make sure you don’t drown.” She grabbed his arm. “Stay.” He looked down at her hand on his. Her eyes held no life. “Okay.” He undressed then slid in opposite her. He tugged her toward him. She spun so she could lean on him. This wasn’t sexual. This was about comfort. Not that sex wasn’t comforting, but he would let Destiny define what was going to happen.

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She was the one hurting. “I don’t think Jamal could do this on his own,” she said finally. “I was thinking that.” “Can you look into where he’s been? What he’s up to?” “Already on it.” She chuckled. “Of course you would be. You came to that conclusion before I did.” “Professional hazard. I don’t trust anyone.” “Not even me?” He didn’t answer because she leaned her head back and kissed him.

Chapter10 Destiny was tucked into his bed, full and, he hoped, physically satisfied. He pulled out the work he’d brought home. In sweats, he laid it all out on his kitchen counter. Not sure what he was looking at, Nikolai knew he needed help. He still had some friends in the FBI, so he called one. John Winters was a forensic accountant. There were a lot of those in the Bureau. The FBI had first been formed to combat tax evasion. Their role had expanded over the years, but at its core were cops who were also bean counters. “Hey, Nik. I heard you were on leave.”

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John could ferret out money going the wrong place in any account, no matter how good the criminal was at laundering it. His reputation was legendary and it was welldeserved. “I am. My father is sick so I’m running his company.” “Sorry to hear about your father.” “Thanks,” Nikolai said. “I’ve been looking at the books at his company. He suspected that someone has been embezzling money. He isn’t’ ready to go to the cops so he wanted me to look into it. I’m not good enough at this stuff to know for sure.” “Can you send it my way?” “How far back to you need?”

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“Give me the quarterly reports to begin with. If you’re willing to give me more, I can scan it at lunch time tomorrow.” “What are you doing right now?” John chuckled. “I’m at a soccer game for my kid. Send it to me and I’ll see what I can do, but I’ll only be looking on my phone. Not the best way to look at all of those columns.” “Thanks John. I have an electronic version of things. I’ll e-mail it to you.” They disconnected. Nikolai sent John what he needed. He wished he didn’t have to rely on anyone else, but this was the nature of the beast. His phone rang twenty minutes later.

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“John?” He rubbed a hand down his face. “That was quick.” “I found it right away. There’s an entry here that jumped out at me.” “Why?” “Because it is the exact same amount every time a bill has been paid. It jumped out at me. Might be nothing or might be something.” “Who’s the vendor?” Nikolai had a pen ready to write it down.” “Brown Industries.” Brown? That’s Destiny’s last name. Coincidence? He was sure it had to be. Destiny was smarter than to use her own last name. “I’m not familiar with them, but I’ve

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only been on a job a few weeks. I’ll have to look them up.” “Do that and I’ll delve further, but that one just seemed like it wasn’t right. Nothing tangible, but just a feeling,” John said. “I’ll check them out and look forward to what else you have to say. I trust your hunches John. They’ve never failed me before.” “Sorry about your partner, man. Mark was a good man,” John said. For a moment Nikolai’s heart ached for his friend. When he got himself under control he said, “Thanks.” They disconnected. Brown Industries.

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Nikolai opened a new tab on his laptop then searched for Brown Industries. He wondered what Alman Enterprises bought from them. Or what service they provided. He couldn’t find Brown Industries. Odd for any company not to have a website in this day and age. Or even a Facebook Page. He rubbed his chin. This was getting him nowhere. He needed to talk to someone in Finance, but the office had closed hours ago. He mulled over what he’d found. Maybe someone had a list of vendors. Purchasing must. They have to do background checks on them. Yuri Alman didn’t do business with just anyone. Speaking of Yuri, he owed his father a call.

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He dialed the number since it wasn’t that late. His father answered, surprisingly. “Hello, son.” “You sound pretty good, Dad.” “I feel pretty good. Had a treatment today and it wasn’t as bad as the last time.” “You aren’t overdoing it, are you?” “No, I’m not. I’m fine. You know that Natasha won’t let me do anything on the days I have treatment.” “Are the doctors optimistic?” “I don’t know yet. I have an appointment next week.” “Glad to hear you are doing so well.” He wasn’t ready to lose his father. “I have a work question.” “I’ll do my best to answer it.”

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“Can you tell me what Brown Industries does for us or sells to us?” His father cleared his throat. “No, sorry son. I didn’t have my hand in purchasing at all. At some point you have to trust that you have the right people in those jobs. Why do you ask?” “I just need to know what they do because they charge us the same thing every time. Seemed odd, is all. Just trying to get a handle on our vendors.” “Does this have to do with the investigation you’re doing for me?” “Yes, Dad. I had a friend, a forensic accountant, look at things. This was the initial red flag he saw.”

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“You’ll have to talk to Purchasing. Do it discreetly.” “Of course, Dad. I don’t want anyone knowing what I’m doing.” He hung up after a few more minutes talking to his father. Nikolai couldn’t do anything else tonight, so he packed up his stuff to have it ready to go back to the office in the morning. Hopefully, the Brown in Brown Industries was not Destiny. *** Someone waylaid Nikolai, so Destiny arrived on the upper floor first. She turned on the lights to his office then spun around, realizing that there were flowers on her desk. She couldn’t help but smile. So like Nikolai

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to surprise her with something like this. He knew she’d been hurting. She looked for a card, but found none. She knew they had to be from Nikolai. Sniffing them, her whole outlook for the day changed. She could face anything. Humming, she began her day. Nikolai finally caught up with her. She’d put the flowers on the credenza behind her. “You stepping out on me?” he said, eyeing the bouquet. “What do you mean? Aren’t they from you?” “No. I didn’t send you flowers. There isn’t a card?”

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She shook her head. “They must belong to someone else then. I’ll call down to reception.” “No, let me.” He took the receiver out of her hand. She was perfectly capable of making a phone call. She stood with her arms crossed as he talked to the receptionist. He hung up. “She didn’t take delivery of them. They must have come in before she arrived.” “Then how did they get in?” Destiny said. “I’ll call security.” “I can do that. You can start your day,” she said. “No, I’m doing it.”

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Once again he used her phone. This time he sat down at her desk, nudging her out of the way. When he hung up, he had a serious look on her face. “They have no idea how the flowers got here.” “Maybe the cleaning crew let someone in,” she said. He frowned. “They aren’t supposed to. I’m pretty sure.” “Could be someone new.” He leaned back in her chair. “Get them on the phone for me.” She eyed him. Was he going to let her sit down? “Oh, right. This is your chair.” He moved out of her way and into his office. Seeing the flowers chilled her. Who

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would have sent them to her? Jamal didn’t have the money. She didn’t know who else would want to do that. Nikolai seemed to be worried about it. She called the cleaning company. She spoke to a supervisor. “This is Destiny Brown from Alman Enterprises. Nikolai Alman would like to speak to you.” She handed him the phone. He’d come back when she began to speak so he was hovering over her. She offered him the chair. She should go sit in his chair. She did. The view was good and his chair was more comfortable than hers. Not that hers was shabby. “You enjoying my chair?”

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He stood in the doorway, his arms crossed. She was swiveling back and forth in his seat. “I am. This is a comfortable chair.” He closed the door behind him. Locking it. He had a predatory look on his face. “What did the cleaning company say?” “They have to talk to the cleaning crew. They are going to call me back directly.” “Good. I’m sure the mystery will be solved. Thank you for taking care of this.” “Are you going to keep the flowers?” He was standing over her now. She knew that look, but she doubted that they’d have sex at the office. There were boundaries she wouldn’t cross. Long after he left to go

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back to the FBI, she would still be here. And people had long memories. Especially for something like this. “No. I’ll throw them out in the dumpster.” “I can do it.” She shook her head. “No, you’ve done enough.” He leaned down and planted a light kiss on her lips. She wanted more but they were at work. “Let someone else do it. I don’t think you should be wandering outside.” “You’re that concerned about these flowers?’ “Someone came into this building with a bouquet of flowers and no one noticed. You’ve been threatened. Your

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grandmother has been threatened. I’m taking everything seriously. I don’t believe in coincidences.” Why was she so hot right now? She’d always been independent, but the fact that this man wanted to take care of her made her wet. She never would have guessed that she liked this feeling. Damn it. She did and she didn’t want to. At some point he’d be gone and she’d miss him. She’d have to fend for herself. “Okay. I won’t go out there.” “Please don’t. Can I have my chair back?” His phone rang. She picked it up. “Mr. Alman’s office. How may I help you?”

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“This is Chuck from Corporate Cleaners. I’m returning Mr. Alman’s call.” “Just a moment.” She put the man on hold. “You’re sexy when you do that,” he said. She laughed. “It’s the guy from Corporate Cleaners.” She gave him back his seat, but he held onto her hand while he took the call. She leaned on his desk to wait. Should she be scared? Or was she safe here? Safe with Nikolai. He finally got off the phone. “They had someone call in sick so there was a worker here who wasn’t a regular. It was a temp. No one remembers flowers, but they don’t all work in the same

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place at the same time. I’m going to forward a copy of Jamal’s picture to them and see if anyone recognizes him.” “What I don’t understand is how he is doing this? He doesn’t have resources and he isn’t that smart.” “He isn’t working alone, Destiny. I just don’t know who he is working with.” She pondered the situation. None of it made sense. Why was Jamal so fixated with her? They hadn’t been a couple in more than a year. That should have been plenty of time for him to find someone new to bother. “I don’t understand the why of all this either,” she said. “I don’t either, Honey. Let me think on it for a while; this is bizarre, but there is

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an explanation. Until then, you need to keep safe. Stay with me.” He squeezed her hand and she knew she was safe. * Nikolai checked the paper in his hand three times against the number on the side of the building. What was supposed to be Brown Industries was an abandoned strip mall on Route 9. He scratched his head. The mall had once housed the usual establishments for a shopping center in New Jersey. It had a Chinese restaurant, a dry cleaner, and it was all anchored by a bank. All of the stores were empty including the bank. A sad sign hung in one of the shops

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advertising that it was for rent. Why had no one either bought the place or rented it? There was a lot of drive by traffic. Not a lot of foot traffic he suspected, but that didn’t matter as much in this state. People didn’t walk much. “Is this the place, sir?” his driver said. Nikolai stood outside the car. His driver stood near the front door of the vehicle. Nikolai nodded. “It’s the right address.” “What were you looking for?” Nikolai glanced at the man. He wasn’t sure he liked this driver. Too nosy. The man needed a shave. He was sporting that couple of day’s growth that Nikolai thought unbecoming in a chauffeur. He’d worn it more

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than once while undercover and even now had let his grow out more than he should. Did he look like a slacker as this man did? “Not your problem,” Nikolai said. He leaned on the car, pondering what this could mean. Obviously, Brown Industries never existed. He would have to find out more information on the company. Purchasing had said they drilled wells for them, but Nikolai had no idea why a machine company like Alman Industries would need wells dug. They manufactured in various countries, but mostly in the Midwest of the United States. Why would his father use a New Jersey company to dig wells so far away? Why not a local company?

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It all stank. Like fish the next day. Should he say something to Destiny? He had no evidence yet that she was involved in this bogus company, but the he didn’t believe in coincidences. They just didn’t happen. If something looked connected, they were. He needed advice. He called Sacha, hoping he was free. “Hey, Nik. How’s it hanging?” Nikolai chuckled. He could hear the happiness in his friend’s voice. “You got a minute?” “Yeah. I’m good.” “Did that wife of yours have the baby yet?” “No, she’s due next week and ready to go I might add.”

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“She must be huge.” “She’s beautiful Nik. She’s carrying my child. It’s so exciting and hot and I never thought I’d feel this way about anyone,” Sacha said. He was happy for his friend. Nikolai scratched a spot on his chest, wondering how to broach the subject. “Someone is embezzling money from my father’s company.” “Are you looking into it?” “Yes, I am. I may have narrowed it down. A dummy company, but I don’t have all of the details on them yet.” “So what can I do for you?” Sacha said. “It might be this woman.”

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Sacha woman.”

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Not with Nikolai, but he’d let that pass. “She’s my assistant.” “I’m getting the idea that she’s more than an assistant.” “We’re, uh, involved.” Another chuckled. “How involved?” “Just sex.” “It’s never just sex with women.” “No, it really seems to be.” “Then she has a motive for having sex with you. To distract you.” Nikolai didn’t think that Destiny was that evil. She wasn’t playing Nikolai, but then that would make sense. “Not sure, but I’ll think on it. I don’t have a lot of evidence.

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Well, I don’t have any that she is involved, but the dummy company has her last name.” “No coincidences right? You don’t believe in them.” “No, I don’t.” He rubbed a hand down his face. This should be easy. If Destiny was the embezzler, he could fire her and press charges. Yes, he’d miss the sex, but he could get that anywhere. Why was he hesitating? He had sworn to uphold the law. Why was this so hard? “Then what is the problem? Oh, wait, you have feelings for her,” Sacha said. “They do sneak up on you.” No, that couldn’t be it. He’d sworn not to fall in love. He didn’t even know how to fall in love. “I doubt that’s the problem. I just

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think I feel sorry for her. She’s taking care of her grandmother. Her mother just died and she’s looking for her sibling who is a baby. It’s all pretty complicated.” Sacha’s laugh irritated Nikolai. “You keep telling yourself that. You’re in love, Nik.” Nikolai bristled. “I’m not in love. I just feel bad. She’s been a good assistant to me and my father adores her.” “Uh, huh. Right. As if your father wouldn’t cut her loose if she was stealing from him. He’s a businessman, Nik. He wouldn’t think twice about it.” Sacha was right. His father would have no problem doing this. “I think I want more evidence before I do anything. If I tip

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her off, she might cover her tracks and then she won’t get convicted.” “Not a bad plan, but don’t wait too long. If she is really doing this, she probably knows that you’re looking into it.” “She might think she’s smarter than I am.” The statement didn’t ring true to Nikolai, but he knew he was grasping at straws. He didn’t want Destiny to be involved. “Can you say that for sure?” “She must, because she knows I’m investigating where the money is going.” “She didn’t leave then?” “No.”

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“What does your heart say?” Sacha said. Crap. He knew in his heart that Destiny wasn’t guilty. She wouldn’t do something like this. Not to Yuri. She adored his father as much as he liked her. Nikolai sighed. “I don’t trust my heart.” *** Destiny could tell that Nikolai had something on his mind as soon as he returned to the office. She didn’t know where he’d been going. He hadn’t told her. Odd, yes, but he said his cell phone would be on. She hadn’t needed him and now he was back. She was going to go to lunch, but she’d waited to see if he wanted to go with

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her. He’d insisted that she stay safe and, if possible, stay with him. His face was serious as he walked past her desk. He might as well have had a black cloud above his head. Her gut was telling her that this wasn’t good for her. What had happened? Where had he been that had put Nikolai in such a mood? “I need to talk to you,” he said as he strode by. “Okay.” She followed him into his office closing his door. She stood by the door for a minute, catching her breath. Was she going to get fired? How was she going to pay for her grandmother’s care? She didn’t have a lot saved up.

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She swallowed then sat on the seat in front of his desk. He settled onto his seat, not looking at her. That wasn’t good at all. She’d live if this was just about their relationship, if you could call it that. She would survive that. “As you know, I’ve been investigating the books. My father was sure someone was embezzling from him.” “Right. I know that.” “Well, I think I’ve found the person.” He finally looked at her. “Is there anything you want to say?” She shifted. Why would she have anything to say about this subject? “Uh, no.” “Last chance to out yourself. Beg for mercy.”

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She’d never begged in her life. She wasn’t going to start now, especially since she hadn’t done anything. “I have nothing to say.” “Have Industries?”

you

heard

of

Brown

She searched her memory banks. “No.” “You’re sure?” “Yes.” “Because there is a bank account with your name on it for the company. It’s a bogus company that has been taking payments each month from this company.” Her mouth moved, but she didn’t know what to say. Finally she found her voice. “I don’t have anything to do with it.”

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“That’s the story that you’re sticking to?” “That’s the truth.” He stood, then walked over to the window. She really didn’t know what to say. Hadn’t he gotten to know her a little better? How could he think that she would do this? He spun around. “I don’t believe you.” She stood. She wasn’t going to take this. Being an honest person, she had her pride. This man wasn’t going to take her down over an allegation. “So much for due process. I’m not going to stand her and be guilty until proven innocent,” she said. “I quit. I’ll be back after hours, with a guard if you must, to empty my desk.”

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She stormed out. He didn’t call her name. He didn’t call her back as she grabbed her purse and jacket to leave. That broke her heart as much as his accusation. He really believed that she was stealing from the only company she’d ever worked for. Stealing from his father even though he’d promoted her and supported her. She wouldn’t cry and it wasn’t until she was out on the sidewalk that she let them flow. How was she going to get home? Her car was at the apartment. She’d driven in with Nikolai. Her clothes were at his place. Damn it. She was going to have to tell the driver take her. If Nikolai was going to be an ass, she was going to take advantage of him. Then she chose not to. No. She would make a clean break.

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She put her purse strap over her shoulder, then walked away from the building like she owned the place. No looking back. She swiped away the tears on her face. She would not shed them for Nikolai or his company. She’d figure this out. Maybe not right now, but she would eventually. She always did. A block from the building, someone stepped out in front of her from an alley. Her breath caught in her throat as the man pulled out a knife. “Give me your purse.” This just pissed her off. Any other day and she might have given it to him to be pragmatic, but today she wasn’t feeling that way. Today, she was going to fight back as

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she should have with Nikolai. He had no more right to accuse her than this man had to pull a knife on her. Damn the world. “No.” She swing her purse and hit him in the face. Not hard enough because he recovered before she could run. He grabbed her hair, yanking her close to him. His breath wafted across her face. “Give me the purse bitch,” he said. Now she was scared. She should have just given up the purse. It was just an object. She could replace everything in it, but the cash. She wasn’t carrying much today. Nikolai seemed to pay for everything nowadays.

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That gravy train had left the station. Which made the little bit of cash she did have even more important. The man used the knife to cut the strap on her purse. Before he could take it, a stern voice said, “I wouldn’t do that.” Destiny looked up. Nikolai stood there, with a gun in his hand, looking scarier than she’d ever seen him. Must be his cop face. She would have given up the knife to him. The man must have agreed. He dropped the knife, let her go, then backed away. “Just a misunderstanding.” That was his explanation? Nikolai put a hand out to her. “Come here.”

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She didn’t want to, but the alternative was to stay closer to her assaulter. She took a step toward Nikolai, but didn’t take his hand. She heard footsteps as the man ran away. She was faced with Nikolai, to whom she didn’t have anything to say.

Chapter11 Nikolai’s heart had raced when he saw the man grab Destiny. It turned out to be a random mugging, but what if it hadn’t been? He’d received a call from his detective telling him that Luis knew that Nikolai was looking for him. He raced out to find Destiny. She couldn’t be on her own. All of these things going on might have to do with Luis not Jamal. Or they might both be involved. Nikolai would never forgive himself if anything happened to Destiny because of him. She wasn’t part of this, but Luis had made her part of this. Destiny brushed past him. “Thanks.”

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She didn’t sound sincere. She strode away from him. As if some stranger hadn’t had a knife to her throat. God, she was ballsy. He liked that about her. No victim here. “Destiny.” She stopped, then spun around, her face a portrait of anger. If lightning had come out of her eyes, he wouldn’t have been surprised. “What?” “I’m sorry.” Her shoulders drooped a little. “For what?” “For accusing you. In my gut, I knew you weren’t the embezzler, but my brain was the one that accused you.” “Your brain is shit.”

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He laughed. He couldn’t help it. She wasn’t wrong in this situation. His brain had thought the wrong thing. She smiled a little at him. That was a good sign. “We need to get out of here. I don’t think you’re safe.” “It was just a mugger.” “This time, but the man who killed my partner has figured out that I’m looking for him. I think he’s targeted you, using Jamal.” “Jamal? He’s a two-bit junky.” “He might be, but I think he’s Luis’ puppet at the moment,” Nikolai said. “Am I fired?” “No.” “Do I get a raise?” Nikolai chuckled. “We can talk about that.”

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“I’m not moving until we talk about it.” Nikolai looked around. He’d tucked his gun back into its holster, but he felt vulnerable out here. The car was waiting for them back at the lot. He’d alerted his driver. They had to get out of here. This wasn’t the time to be obstinate. She was a strong woman, but she wasn’t reckless or foolhardy. She must not understand the danger she was in. As much as she hadn’t grown up rich, her life hadn’t been crime-ridden either, or she would be more scared. “Jeez, Destiny. Right now? We need to go. We can’t stand out here on the street.” “Raise?”

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She crossed her arms. She wasn’t budging. Damn her. “Okay. Two thousand dollars a month raise.” He took her arm, but she didn’t move. “One more week of vacation.” “Really? Okay. Fine. One more week of vacation.” She smiled at him then let him lead her to the waiting car. She could be a shark when she wanted to. He felt as if he’d been testifying in court. She didn’t sit close to him and he understood. He’d been a bastard and he had some making up to do. He could grovel with the best of them, though he hadn’t done much of it. Women came to him. If they weren’t happy, they could leave.

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Not so with Destiny. He owed her safety because he’d put her in danger. His vendetta put her in danger. This was his fault. She was collateral damage for his quest to avenge his partner’s death. “Where are we going?” “To a cabin my father owns.” “Why?” she said. This time she looked at him. Right at him. It sent a thrill through him. She was so sexy and hot and beautiful. What was he going to do with her? She was a major complication in his life. “Because you aren’t safe.” “No one knows where you live,” she said. “This place will be harder to get to.”

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She frowned. “What about getting to work?” “You’re taking a few days off.” “I don’t think they should count toward my vacation.” “Give it a rest, Destiny. We can sort that out later.” She laughed. How could she laugh when he’d told her she was in danger? “You really think I’m in danger?” “Yes, I do. Luis is a dangerous man, and if he knows that I’m after him, he’s going to strike at me. Not directly at first. He’ll take out people around me. I’ve already warned my parents. You’re the only other person that I have to worry about.”

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She looked out the window. “Are you going to go after this guy?” “I have to. He’s threatening the people around me. He has to be taken out.” She glanced back then nodded. “What happens if he gets you first?” Did she have no faith in him? Then again, she didn’t know him as law enforcement. He always got his man. “He won’t. I’m that good,” Nikolai said. His family was depending on him. He had no choice but to be better than this low life slime. “Awfully cocky.” “You know this about me. Didn’t I promise you five orgasms that first night?”

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She bit her lip, but didn’t look at him. She must remember. She’d had six that night. One had been for good luck. It had been a great night. Life had been simpler then. They were anonymous lovers. Now this was complicated, mostly by his wanting revenge for his partner’s death. He’d never thought there would be collateral damage. The benefit of not getting involved. But he was involved. Even if they were just lovers, she was posing as his girlfriend. He never should have done that. He should have pushed her away. She’d be safe. But he’d miss her. That he knew. He didn’t want to analyze that emotion. No, he’d just know that he’d feel it and let it go. No

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time for mushiness on his part. He was a man and he had to act to protect this woman. Whether she was his or not. Didn’t matter. He put her in danger. “A gentleman wouldn’t remind a lady of that.” “I’m not gentleman.” “You’re whisking me away to save my life.” He shrugged. “Don’t read too much into it.” She frowned. “No fear of that. You’ve made it clear where I stand.” “Is that a problem?” “I guess it's refreshing, you being this honest. Makes it easier to know where I

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stand. No games. I’m in your bed and that’s it.” “You can still be in my bed.” She shook her head. “Not sure I want to anymore.” Ouch. He didn’t register the pain outwardly, but he felt it deeply. He’s screwed up in accusing her of embezzling money. He’d have to make it up to her, though he wasn’t sure how he would. *** Nikolai hadn’t been to his father’s cabin in decades. They used to spend a weekend or two here each year. The place looked exactly the same. He had fond memories of exploring the woods around it as a little boy.

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“You’re smiling,” Destiny said. “It’s the first time I’ve seen that in a while.” “I love this place. Even though I wish it was under better circumstances, I’m glad we’re here. Maybe part of me needed to be here.” The cabin sat in the dense woods north of the Pocono Mountains. Yuri had bought it when Nikolai was very young. It was one of four houses that his father owned. All of them would be Nikolai’s someday. He knew he’d keep this one for sure. The rest he could sell. They’d stopped to buy clothing for a few days for both of them. The cabin had a washer and dryer so hopefully they wouldn’t

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need to leave too soon. He knew the place had been stocked recently. Destiny carried her bags of clothing while he carried his. She’d been quiet most of the trip. They’d picked up one of his cars from a garage along the way so he could let the driver go home. Besides, he didn’t want anyone to know where they were. “Did you turn off location services on your phone?” he said when they’d gone inside. “Yes.” “Good. I don’t want any way to track us.” “You’re really serious about this,” she said.

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He had no idea why she questioned his diligence. Luis was a dangerous man, and if he got a bead on anyone close to Nikolai, they’d be dead. He didn’t want that. Destiny would be collateral damage and this wasn’t her fault. Besides, this gave him lots of time to make it up to her for accusing her of embezzling money. She was hurt and she had a right to be. He’d known deep down that she wasn’t the bad guy. She was Destiny, a sexy and honest woman he hoped to share his bed with while she was here. She put her stuff in one of the other bedrooms. Guess he would have to do some charming to get her in bed. He understood that, but this was new territory for him. He’d never had to apologize. No one stayed long

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enough for him to do something butt-headed like this. Maybe that had been his plan all along. Keep the women around just long enough to like them, but not do something stupid. It certainly had worked all along. Too bad Destiny was different. She inspired things in him that he had no idea that he was capable of. He’d always been protective, but with Destiny it was more personal. He couldn’t let just anyone take care of her. He had to do it himself. She joined him in the kitchen. “Tea?” he said. His step-mother always made tea in a crisis. “Sure.”

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Destiny had changed out of her work clothing and into jeans and a shirt. The jeans hugged her butt as if they were best friends. He liked the look. She didn’t usually wear things that were this tight. He placed the tea in front of her after he'd made it. “I’m sorry.” She sipped it, staring at him over her mug. “Oh?” “I am. I was wrong. I never should have accused you, knowing in my heart that you couldn’t do that to Yuri.” She frowned. “Even if Yuri hadn’t’ always treated me well, I still couldn’t do it. I’m not a thief.”

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He squeezed her hand, hoping she could find it in her heart to forgive him. “I know.” “You really think I’m in a lot of danger?” “I’m pretty sure. Luis is a drug lord and Mafia head. Mexican Mafia. I had hoped to find him before he found out I was looking for him.” “Will you go after him?” “I’m going to as soon as I get a confirmation on where he is. I have to stop this. He’s caused too much destruction. My father’s fighting cancer. He doesn’t need this. You don’t need this.” “What if he gets you first?”

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She looked almost worried for him. Could he hope that she did have some feelings for him? “He won’t.” He smiled at her. “Does that mean you’ve forgiven me?” She rolled her eyes. “You think I’m that much of a pushover?” “No, and that’s one of the things I like about you, Destiny. You’re a strong woman.” “Now you’re just being charming.” “I’m not being charming. I’m telling the truth. You never just take what I say or do passively. You always push back.” She cocked her head at him. “Maybe I believe you.” “Then maybe you should forgive me.” “I’ll think about it.”

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“What else can I do to make this up to you?” She tapped her chin as if she were pondering what he could do. “Take me to bed and make it all about me.” His dick woke up. Hello. “I think I can do that.” She had forgiven him. She wouldn’t have let him touch her if she wasn’t okay with him. Hot damn. This hadn’t taken as long or as much effort as he thought. He grabbed her hand, then dragged her into the largest of the three bedrooms. She laughed as he did that. He liked her laugh. He couldn’t help but smile when she did that. It lit up her whole face. Her eyes sparkled. He gazed down at her, brushing

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some hair out of her face. She was a beautiful woman. So he captured her lips with his. As if someone had poured warm liquid into his veins, his body flooded with the sense of coming home. He hadn’t noticed that before in kissing Destiny, but his mind had been changed recently. He was looking at things differently and that clearly included this woman. What was he going to do now? * Destiny knew this was the wrong thing to do. Her heart wanted it. Her head didn’t. Her body was all for it. His lips tangoed across hers, his hands in her hair. She

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needed to breathe, but she didn’t want to lose contact. This man was infuriating and stimulating at the same time. She tugged at his clothes while he removed hers. They were rapidly naked. Just how she wanted to be. If she was going to be in exile, she was going to make the best of it. When this was done, she figured he’d be done with her. If he found her sibling, he’d be done with her. The relationship wasn’t going to last much longer, but she was going to take what she could until that happened. With a baby to care for, she wouldn’t have much time to date. Juggling a baby and her job would be difficult, but she would do it. She had to. That baby was her brother or sister.

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Nikolai lay her on the bed. He stared down at her. He climbed on top and kissed her. The kiss sent a warm feeling throughout her body. He nipped at her neck, then he traveled to her breasts. Her body rose to him as he took first one nipple then the other. He was making it all about her. This was good. Her hands clenched the sheets underneath her. Her body was on fire with need, but she didn’t want it to end. For once she wanted to revel in the act not the finish line. She had that humming in her ears that was both annoying and amazing. Like a thousand bees in her head. She wouldn’t trade it for anything. He reached the apex of her legs. He spread her knees then dove in.

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He was an expert with his tongue. Her body responded instantly. It had been down this road before so there was no need to traverse it with trepidation. No, her body accelerated to the orgasm like she was in a lone drag race. Like a spawn of Satan was chasing it. Her body rocked with the aftershocks, but Nikolai didn’t stop his assault on her with this mouth. He licked and sucked until she came again. She’d sleep well tonight. He sat back on his haunches a grin on his face. She stared at him through half-closed eyes. “You’re proud of yourself,” she said. “Yes, I am Destiny. We have all afternoon and all night.” “I may not survive.”

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A chuckle rumbled out of him. “Oh, you’ll survive, Destiny. You’re tougher than that.” She snorted. “Do your best then.” “Roll over.” She eyed him. Then she rolled onto her stomach. “Tuck your knees under you.” She did. Her butt was in the air, but his hand was on her wet spot. He rubbed with is thumb while she heard the tearing of a condom wrapper. He must have slid it onto himself, because he leaned over, then pushed himself inside of her. Oh. God. He was hitting some different spots.

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Her body loved it. Her body was on fire and she couldn’t stop pushing back against him. “Now slowly slide one leg so it’s straight.” She did. He stayed inside of her. “Now the other.” He held her body as she did this. Then he stroked her from the inside. Hitting all sorts of spots at this angle that had her body buzzing. Oh. Yes. He kept the rhythm smooth. Her legs were spread outside of his, but he kept going. She couldn’t get purchase. He was in control. She couldn’t push back at this angle and her body wanted to so badly.

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This was unlike any sex she’d ever had. Finally, she braced her arms on the headboard and could at least hold her body steady. She had to get some control or she was going to wake the wildlife outside during her climax. Oh. Shit. Then it hit. In waves over her. Maybe the best orgasm she’d ever had. With a grunt and a moan, Nikolai followed her over the cliff. He lay on top of her. Destiny couldn’t speak. She could barely breathe even though his full weight wasn’t on her. He slid off of her and her body lamented the loss of contact. He returned before she’d caught her breath.

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He pulled the covers over her then joined her under them. She had her head on her stacked hands. “Just the beginning,” he said. Oh. My. Goodness. He kissed her nose. “You’re forgiven.” He laughed. “Yeah, I figured that. I am really sorry. I’m not usually that much of a butt-head.” “You were a big butt-head.” He turned onto his side, his gaze staring straight at her. His expression was serious. “This is all new and scary. Most women don’t last this long in my life.” “I guess you haven’t really had a choice have you?”

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“No, but that’s okay. That’s not what scares me.” “What does?” “Falling in love. I don’t think I can do it and that may disappoint you,” he said. He was admitting that he couldn’t love her. That hurt, but she brushed off the feeling. She’d known this from the start. She hadn’t had any expectations of what he would feel. No, she’d gone into this with her eyes open. Too bad her heart hadn’t listened. It longed to hear the words. Longed to know that another heart beat for it. “You didn’t make any promises, Nikolai. I appreciate that. I’d rather have

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honesty than charming words that didn’t mean anything,” she said. It was easier to get over a hurt if you’d been wounded by the truth instead of a lie. This is how it would be with Nikolai. He’d never paint a rosy picture if in fact the landscape wasn’t that color. No. He’d give her the truth and that was one of the reasons she loved him. She didn’t want to love him, but her heart had other ideas. Her heart had gone off all on its own and decided to feel this way about him. And her heart would be sorry at some point. ***

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Destiny woke the next morning. Nikolai was gone. He’d left a note that he was going into the office for a few hours. He’d be back. She stretched. Her body ached in some amazing ways. She showered then made herself some breakfast, having no idea what she was going to do with her day. She had bought a magazine in the store where they’d bought the clothing. That was all she had to read. She had nothing else to do. With her plate of eggs, she wandered into the living room. Well, at least there was a television. She flipped it on. Then she heard a noise.

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Turning down the volume, she strained to listen. She didn’t hear it again. She shook her head. This whole situation had her paranoid. “Must be jumpy.” She was a city girl. The country had all sort of sounds she wasn’t used to. Hopefully, Nikolai would be back soon. He’d know what was normal and what wasn’t. She continued watching a mindless movie, but her ears kept picking up sounds that she didn’t like. She turned off the television, then walked her plate to the kitchen. That’s when someone came in the back door. They crashed through it as if it were paper. She dropped the plate on the floor, smashing it

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into many pieces. She was barefoot so she didn’t want to step in it, but she had to run. She had to get out of here. She spun toward the front door. The intruder grabbed her hair. She squeaked, then screamed, knowing that this house was too remote for anyone to hear her. Maybe a hunter would be walking by. Just maybe. The man yanked her backwards. She saw stars in her eyes from the pain. He hadn’t gotten her off her feet yet, so she kicked backwards. She heard a grunt. She’d connected. She kicked with her other foot, wishing she knew how to defend herself. The person yanked again, and this time she fell back onto him. On purpose. She

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used her weight to take him off-balance. He grunted again, but he didn’t fall over. So she spun around, her hair twisting in his hand, then she began to punch out at him. He punched back and she was stunned for a moment. When she recovered, he’d gotten a better grip of her. She punched out. He twisted her arm around to her back. “Ouch.” The tendons in her shoulder stretched. The pain shot down her spine. She kicked again this time connecting with his shin. He yanked her arm higher and she could feel the joint straining. She bent forward to give her arm some relief, but he

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yanked at her hair. So she backed him into the counter. Hard. He let out another grunt. “Bitch.” He forced her onto the floor. As she went down, she heard a car pull up. The man dropped her onto the floor. She hit her face and her hand. He kicked her legs then disappeared out the back door. She was a little dazed on the floor. She couldn’t get her bearings to sit up. The room spun, her vision darkening and coming clear. “Destiny?” Nikolai called as he came in the front door. Guess the person hadn’t left their car in the driveway. She groaned. “Destiny?” he said, the concern seeping into his voice.

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He finally found her. She was sitting on her butt on the kitchen floor. Her arm hurt, as did her head. She didn’t think she had a concussion. Her nose was bleeding. It might have been a truck that had come through here and run her over for the way she felt. Only her survival instincts had kept her from being an easy target. “Someone was here.” He knelt down in front of her. He was a sight for sore eyes. “Holy shit, Honey.” His eyes studied her. Then he grabbed a towel and put it under her nose. She winced a little. Hopefully it wasn’t broken, but it had stopped her fall. “I’m okay,” she mumbled. “You need to get checked out.”

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“I’m fine.” “Your noise is bleeding and you’re holding your arm funny.” He looked around. “Can you stay here and I’ll make sure the person is gone?” She nodded, but that hurt so she winced. He patted her leg. “Stay put.” As if she was going to run outside right now. She wasn’t sure she could stand until the room stopped wobbling. He returned a few minutes later. She still sat on the floor, holding the towel to her nose. She wanted to throw up from the stress of getting attacked. He knelt down again. “Can you get up?” “I think so.”

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He helped her to her feet, never letting go. At that moment, he seemed like the strongest man in the world. He was here for her and she fell in love with him all over again. Stupid. He was just helping her because this was his fault. He knew it. His vendetta against the drug lord had put her in this position. It wasn’t out of affection, but responsibility. It was just his code. He was that type of man. Something she’d never encountered before. “Sit.” He slid a stool under her butt so she sat. He took away the towel. “You’ve stopped bleeding, but your face is going to bruise.”

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He put ice in a bag, wrapped it in a new dish towel then put it on her face. “Ouch.” “Sorry, Destiny. You hold it.” She did. He leaned back against the counter. “I really thought you’d be safe here.” He was clearly feeling guilty. “I’m okay. Really.” “You should get checked out. I’ll take you to the local hospital. You need a bodyguard, too.” She frowned, but she couldn’t argue with him. “Where are your shoes?” “By the front door.” He put on her shoes, then tied them. “You okay to move?”

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“Yes, the room as stopped spinning.” “We need to file a report.” “Sure.” She wasn’t going to argue with him as he led her gently to his car. The look on his face was priceless. He was feeling badly about the attack. She wasn’t exactly enjoying it, but she wanted to laugh at how sweet he was being. He climbed into the car, his gaze raking over her. He let out a noisy breath, then he took her hand in his. “Destiny. I’m so sorry about this.”

Chapter12 The hospital was a small one, and they took Destiny in right away. Nikolai was thankful. She’d looked awful and his heart had been in his throat when he’d seen her on the floor. He wasn’t sure if she was alive or dead. Then she’d moved and he’d seen what the asshole had done to her face. This was his fault. He hadn’t thought there would be any collateral damage to his chasing Luis Esposito. He’d assumed that he’d find the guy and kill him. That would be the end. Now Destiny was in the hospital. She wasn’t seriously injured, but she was in danger and he couldn’t seem to protect her.

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A police officer showed up to take Destiny’s statement. She was then treated and released. He had only one place to take her. His father’s house. The place was in a gated community and a fortress in and of itself. His stepmother would just have to deal. “Whose house is this?” Destiny asked. Her arm was in a sling. It would be for a day or so. She’d strained her shoulder. She looked like she’d gone a few rounds with a prize fighter, but she seemed to be in good spirits. That didn’t assuage his guilt at all.

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“It’s my father’s house. It’s secure and I can leave you here while I have some business to attend to.” “Don’t go after him.” “That isn’t my current business. I’m tracking down leads on your sibling.” “Oh, okay.” “Even if I give up my vendetta against Luis, he’ll still come after you. He gets a bead on someone and doesn’t give up. You’ll be safe here.” “What do I tell them about us? They’re bound to ask.” “We aren’t serious, but we’re seeing each other.” “Fair enough.”

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Interesting that she’d asked that. She hadn’t known what to say because other than her posing as his girlfriend, they’d never defined what they were. Maybe that was best. He didn’t want to leave anyone behind when he went back to the FBI. He’d called ahead to his stepmother. She agreed to let Destiny stay there for a few days. His father’s treatment was past and his next one wasn’t for a few weeks. He’d be strong and would be okay with company. Nikolai wouldn’t have asked if it hadn’t been important. He didn’t like to depend on his father. That’s why his money still sat in the bank until he took over the company. Nikolai considered himself a crime fighter, not a billionaire, though he was acting more and more like a rich kid these days.

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Part of him longed for his undercover days. Playing a part had been good for him. Dealing with low-life scum like Luis Esposito had not been good. That problem would soon be solved. “You sure this is okay? I mean with Yuri being sick and all.” “He’s okay right now. I’m sure he’ll appreciate catching up with you. You can tell him all the office gossip. He’ll want to know because he probably misses it.” Destiny nodded, then climbed out of his car. He’d bought her a suitcase and clothing so he didn’t have to go back to the house. The place wasn’t safe and he didn’t want anyone to pick up his trail.

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He was pretty sure that no one had followed them. If they did, they were stopped at the front gate. Destiny glanced back at him then mounted the steps to the massive front door. The house was old and had been standing for more than one hundred years. The front door had a lion for a knocker. Nikolai was used to it, but it must have looked formidable to Destiny. He took her hand in his before she knocked on the door. “It’ll be okay. I promise.” She frowned, clearly not believing him. She had to stay here. He was out of options and he had to keep her safe. Once she was ensconced in Yuri’s house, Nikolai went to see the foster parents

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who might have ended up with Destiny’s mother’s baby. The house wasn’t neat and clean and had no personality. A television blared while someone mowed the back lawn. Nikolai knocked on the front door. A little face peered out from the open door. Only a screen stood between him and the kid. “Is one of your parent’s home?” he said. The kid nodded then closed the door. Nikolai waited. Someone came and opened the door. “Yes?” “I’m Nikolai Alman. I was told that you are fostering a newborn that you just received? I think I know the family of the newborn. They are looking for him or her.”

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“You don’t know if it is a boy or a girl?” “The mother died before she could tell her relatives what she had,” Nikolai said. It sounded preposterous to his ears. “I just want to see the baby.” “No.” “No?” “You want to see the baby, you come back with a cop. Or a court order.” “You won’t let me see the baby? I won’t even hold it,” he said. “Nope. Bring me a cop or a court order. Nothing less will let you see this baby.” She slammed the door. What a warm sort. The exact place he’d love his baby to be. God, was he a sucker? He was tracking down

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a baby for a woman he wasn’t even really seeing. Yikes. How had his life gotten this way? He didn’t even like babies. If Destiny had one, he doubted that he could stick around. Children changed too many things and he wasn’t interested in having any. Hell, he didn’t even want a wife. He sighed, staring at the closed door. So much for that crusade. He wasn’t sure he would bother with the cop or the court order. Unless Destiny convinced him otherwise, the baby might be better in a house with two parents rather than Destiny taking on the job. He walked away, shaking his head. ***

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Destiny wandered around her wing of the house. It was like having her own apartment, but her place could fit inside this one. Twice. She didn’t want to bother Yuri and his wife. They’d been warm to her, but she still felt as if she were being a burden. She had a bedroom and a bathroom with an enormous tub. The shower was fit to have a party in. Which made her think of Nikolai. Was he lying to her about not going after Luis? She didn’t know how all that would end. Not well, she was sure. The attacker had been set on taking her with him. If she was bait, then Nikolai would come for her. If she wasn’t with him, then no one could use her against him. She pondered that for a moment.

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Then he appeared. As if he’d known that she was thinking about him. He looked strong and noble, but also a little tired. He’d rolled up his sleeves, the way men do that women find sexy. She was finding it sexy at the moment. He looked like he was getting ready to get down to business. She sat on the couch in her sitting room. He was in the doorway. “I may have found your mother’s baby. There will have to be DNA tests. You tell me how far you want to go with this.” “All the way. If that is my sister or brother, I want to raise him or her,” she said. “You can still hold down your job?”

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“Is that what you’re worried about? Women do it all the time. I’ll do whatever needs to be done.” “No, that’s not what I’m worried about. I’m concerned that you have no idea what you’re taking on. This baby will probably have health issues because of your mother’s drug use.” “I realize that. It’s still my sibling. I have to take care of it. I’m the only family he or she has.” “But what if it gets adopted?” “Given his or her potential medical problems, that’s not likely. My grandmother could have refused to take me in, but she didn't. I’m just returning the favor,” Destiny said.

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He was concerned about it infringing on what he wanted. She knew this. Another reason to get away from him. She could raise the baby herself. Of course it wouldn’t be easy, but there was family leave and day care. She’d figure it out. The company had a great medical plan. Did he think she wasn’t capable of raising a child? The thought hadn’t occurred to her. “You don’t think that you’re being selfish?” he said. “With whom? You? Will this baby infringe on what you want?” He took a step back as if she’d slapped him. Was she underestimating him? “Uh, that’s not what I mean.”

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“It sounds like it.” He put up his hands. “Let’s not fight. We can get a blood sample from both of you and get it checked out. I’ll talk to Sacha tomorrow. He’s a lawyer. He can help us with this.” He slumped onto the couch, looking tired now. His hair was messy which rarely happened. The lines around his eyes were more pronounced. “How are you feeling?” he said. “My shoulder hurts.” “Have you been taking your pain medication?” “I’m due in half an hour.” “Don’t forget to take it. The nurse said you will heal better if you aren’t in pain.”

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“Yes, Dad.” He put a hand on her face. It was warm. And calloused. He was definitely a man who hadn’t spent any time in an office prior to taking over for his father. He was a man who worked. Destiny would bet he worked hard and was good at what he did. “I’m serious, Destiny. I know you want to get better.” She nodded. “I’m just glad I don’t have a concussion. I had one of those once. Painful and they take some time to heal.” “You ready for dinner? We can order in or eat with my dad and step-mother.” “I’m not up for company.”

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He pulled out his phone. “I’ll text them to eat without us. I can cook us something.” “You don’t look up to it.” “Do I look that bad?” She brushed a hand through his hair. “You look tired. Like you’ve been fighting to save the world all day.” He snorted. “No, not the world, not today.” He ran a hand down his face. She wanted to snuggle with him. Let him know it would all be okay. This was a rare vulnerable moment for him. She hadn’t seen him this defeated. She doubted he ever was.

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She put her hand on his shoulder. He rested his head on hers. “It’s okay, Nikolai. I’m alive.” “I know you are. I can feel you.” “Thanks for looking for my mother’s baby.” “You’re welcome, but let’s not talk about it.” “Okay.” “Dinner?” “Yes. I’m hungry.” “You could have eaten. You didn’t have to wait for me,” he said. But she’d grown accustomed to them eating dinner together. Truth be told, she looked forward to it. He told her about his day, though she knew most of what

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happened. He bounced ideas off of her as if her opinion mattered. He treated her as if she were an intelligent human being. Kind of the way Yuri treated her. She shouldn’t be surprised the father and son would have similar values. She saw a lot of Yuri in Nikolai. Both had white hair and almost silver eyes. Nikolai had more meat on him, but that was probably because of what he did for a living. “Let’s order in. I have no energy to cook. Italian?” “Thai.” “Thai it is,” he said. He pulled out his phone. “I’ll find the closest restaurant who delivers and see what they have.”

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“Sounds like a plan.” “Now go take your pill. I don’t want you in any pain,” he said. He sounded as if he cared about her. * Nikolai was at work when he received the call. He hadn’t even had a chance to set up the DNA testing for the baby. The call was from a social worker. “This is Marge Hanover. I’m with the Division of Youth and Family Services. You were looking for an infant?” “Yes, the mother died and we have no idea where the baby ended up.” “There was no paperwork signed for adoption so you are actually saving me a

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headache. Does the family member want to give up the baby?” “No, the baby’s sister wants to keep the baby.” He didn’t want to say those words, but they were true. Destiny wanted the baby. He wasn’t sure he wanted a baby in his life. “What relation are you to the family member?” He crossed his fingers. “I’m her husband.” “Okay. Well, you’ll have to sign a pile of paper work, and show identification. Then I can give the baby up to you,” she said. “When is your office open until?” “I’ll be here until half past five. Does that work?”

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“You have the baby there?” “I’ll have the foster family bring him around.” “Him?” “Yes, the baby is a boy. You didn’t know that?” “No, the mother died before she said anything to the family. We’ll be happy to take him in.” He wasn’t completely on board with this, but if this was what Destiny wanted, then she would have this baby. He had never wanted children, so she could have this baby all to herself. He didn’t want to be a part of it. Still, he would surprise her.

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He left the office in time to get to the office of DYFS. A harried-looking woman greeted him. She seemed to be the only one in the office. A baby sat in a carrier. A baby that looked like Destiny. He couldn’t deny that this was probably her sibling. “He’s a sweet baby, but there’s no telling what kind of medical problems he’ll have.” Nikolai nodded as he looked down at the sweet face. He’d picked up a car seat on the way over, so he was at least somewhat prepared. “I have no experience with babies. What will I need in the short term?” “Diapers and bottles and formula.” “Okay. Any special kind of formula?”

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“I have a bag of what the baby has been fed. The foster parents gave up what they had. You have a day’s worth of formula and maybe a day’s worth of diapers,” she said. He nodded. Someone could take care of this for him. He’d send out someone at his father’s house. He signed the paperwork, then carried the baby and the bag of stuff to the car. When he arrived at his father’s house, no one was home but Destiny. That was good. He wasn’t sure how his father or stepmother would take to a new baby in the house. He had to find another spot to hide Destiny. And now this baby.

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The little boy had been quiet the whole drive. That was good because Nikolai didn’t know anything about babies. He carried the child and the bag of accessories into the wing of the house where Destiny was. Her eyes went wide at what he had in his hands. “What?” “It’s your little brother. You'll have to name him. Your mother didn’t.” She blinked then took the carrier out of his hand. She set it down then unbuckled the child. She picked him up. Something stirred in Nikolai, seeing her with a child. He didn’t like that stirring. Maybe he’d go shopping for stuff. He wasn’t sure he wanted to be around all of this.

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Destiny looked like a natural as she cuddled the baby closer to her. The smile on her face was unmistakable. Radiant even. She was happy to have her brother with her. “There’s a bag with diapers and formula. You’ll need more. I can go out and get some.” “I have dinner ready. Your parents went out so I cooked us something,” she said. “I made stew.” This was all too domestic. Nikolai felt as if someone was strangling him. He couldn’t breathe. His heart beat rapidly in his chest. “Uh, I’m not hungry.” She bounced the baby as if she’d been doing it her whole life. As if she’d be born to do it. How did women do that? You gave

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them a baby and they seemed so natural. He’d been afraid to hold the child at all. He couldn’t imagine wanting to. This was all too much. He backed out of the room. “I’ll go to the grocery store.” “Nikolai?” “What?” “What’s wrong?” Destiny stared at him. He tried to form words. Tried to be diplomatic. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings, but babies were not his forte. He’d never wanted children and had never been comfortable around them. He’d rather have to face down a drug lord on meth than hold a baby. Nor did babies seem to like him. They cried when he held them, so he avoided them

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as much as he could. A bachelor didn’t encounter them too often. “Uh.” “Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” she said. “I have to go get you some supplies.” “Wait. Let me make you a list of what we need.” He shook his head, his steps taking him out of the room. “Uh. I’m just getting diapers and formula. The rest can wait.” She laughed at him. “Okay. If you must.” “Yes, I must.” He spun around and just about ran out of the house. What was he going to do? He couldn’t just kick Destiny out. She was still in danger. Now she had to worry about a

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baby, too. Damn. He never should have looked for the baby. Now he didn’t know what to do. He ran outside, taking large breaths, happy to be breathing again. *** Destiny knew from the look on Nikolai’s face that her days here were numbered. She looked down at the sweet child in her arms. This poor boy was going to be collateral damage of her bad choices. The poor thing was already a victim of his mother’s bad decisions. “What do I call you?” She pondered his name. He became a little fussy. “Derek. That’s your name.”

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She didn’t remember any Dereks in her life, but the name seemed to fit him. The baby yawned, then fussed a little. “You must be hungry.” Foraging in the bag that Nikolai had left, she pulled out a bottle of formula, already made. She wandered to the kitchen where the pot of stew waited for her to reheat it. She wasn’t sure if Nikolai would be back. She would have to get out of here. There was no way a man fighting cancer would have a baby in the house. Yuri had a compromised immune system. Who knew what illnesses this baby carried? Destiny heated the bottle. She sat on a chair, the baby cradled in her arms. She cradled the phone under her chin and neck so she could make some calls.

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First, she needed a cab. The baby ate then fell asleep. Destiny put the baby in his carrier to make the rest of the calls. Someone could pack up her stuff. Right now they needed a hotel room. The cab arrived fifteen minutes later. Destiny wrote a note to Nikolai, then took the baby with her to a local hotel. The baby would have to sleep in his carrier. She didn’t have a crib or a cradle and wouldn’t until she settled somewhere. That was next on her agenda. She called a local real estate agent. “Hi, I’m looking for rental units. Two bedrooms.” “I have a few. Can you come see them now?”

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She glanced at the sleeping baby. She didn’t have a car seat. She’d have to get it from Nikolai or find a way to purchase a new one. The ride in the cab had been bad enough. She couldn’t risk her brother’s life again. “I can’t until tomorrow.” “Okay then. Let’s make an appointment for one in the afternoon.” “Sounds good.” In the meantime, she’d figure out where to get a car seat from. Her phone rang. Nikolai. She wasn’t going to hide from him so she answered. “Where the hell are you?” he said when she answered.

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“I’m at a hotel.” “Why?” “Because your father can’t be around a baby and clearly you don’t want to be. It’s okay, Nik. I’m not mad, but Derek has to come first.” “Derek?” “That’s what I’ve named him. I have to protect him and you don’t want a baby around. That was very clear. It’s fine. I get it, Nikolai. We were never a long term prospect.” He didn’t say anything for a minute. “I see. How can I protect you if you aren’t with me?” “You can’t protect me any longer. I’m not going to pretend to be your girlfriend

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anymore. We’re done Nikolai. I’ll come back to work and that’s it.” He sighed. Her heart was breaking, but this was best. It was going to end at some point. She’d rather have it end on her terms. Her way. She had to take control of her life. She had to worry about Derek. “I wish you’d let me help.” “Nik, you don’t want a baby around. I get it. I don’t think you can help me. Make it clear that we’re no longer together.” “That doesn’t save you from Jamal.” “I can deal with Jamal.” He sighed again. “Destiny, please.” “No, Nikolai. Listen to me. We’re done. I have to think about Derek.”

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She did. He was now the most important man in her life. Nikolai would move on soon enough. He’d go back to his life and she’d create a new one for herself. The pain would fade. It might take time, but it wouldn’t hurt forever. “Destiny, at least let me get you equipped.” “No, Nikolai. You don’t need to do anything else. I’m on my own and I’ll be fine.” “You don’t seem to understand the danger you’re in.” “If I’m not in your life, I’m safe.” “I don’t think it’s that simple.” “Then I’ll have to take my chances.” “At least let me buy the baby stuff.”

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“Stop, Nikolai. You don’t have to fix this. It isn’t broken. It’s just new and different.” The baby began to fuss. At least she had a microwave in the room to heat up the bottle. “I have some things here that you need. Diapers and formula. At least let me bring them by so you have them. Then I’ll leave you alone.” “Promise?” “Promise.” She sighed this time. “Okay.” She told him where she was. She hung up then heated the bottle. After feeding Derek, she brought him downstairs to wait

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for Nikolai. He didn’t arrive for a few minutes and she enjoyed the sunshine. Derek slept away. Would he do that tonight? She hoped. She’d need a stroller soon. Her mind was alive with all that she’d need to buy. A baby required a lot of stuff. She took a deep breath. “Hello, Destiny.” It wasn’t Nikolai. When she turned, Jamal stood behind her. She hugged Derek closer. Her blood chilled. At least the street wasn’t deserted. Jamal wouldn’t try anything in public. Would he? “What do you want, Jamal?” “I want my son.” “What are you talking about?”

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There was no way that Jamal was Derek’s father. “I’m his father. Your mother traded her body for drugs.” That did sound like her mother. She would get desperate to score a hit. No doubt Jamal would have taken advantage of that. It didn’t color her feelings for Derek. He didn’t get to pick his father. “I’m keeping him, Jamal. He doesn’t belong with you.” “He belongs with his father.” “What do you know about raising a baby?” “I’ll get one of my bitches to do it.” “No, Jamal. I’m not letting him go.”

Chapter13 Nikolai’s blood ran cold as he saw Jamal with Destiny. Why couldn’t that man get the hint? Destiny wasn’t with him anymore. She didn’t want to be with him. She didn’t want to be with Nikolai, but he was going to do everything in his power to protect her. Even if he did it from afar. Luis Esposito would not give up this easily. He would still target Destiny and she had no idea. No clue just how vicious the man could be. Nikolai, in his time undercover, had seen some awful things. Actions that he could never talk about.

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He’d bet that Jamal was the way that Luis would get to Destiny. The man wasn’t the brightest bulb in the chandelier, but he seemed to always know where Destiny was. Her phone? Did he have a tracker on it? First stop was to get Destiny a new phone. He knew that she’d turned off location services, but there had to be a tracker on it. Jamal wasn’t smart enough to think of that himself. “Go away, Jamal,” Destiny said. “It’s my baby.” “You’d have to prove that before I could even think about handing him over.” “Him? I have a son?” “You don’t even know what you have?” she said. “You only want him for the

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welfare check. What happens when that girl figures out that you aren’t going to marry her? She’s going to dump this baby. I can give him a good home.” Jamal reached out to the baby. Nikolai saw red, but there was no reason to make a scene. “Is there a problem, Destiny?” Both of them turned to him. Jamal didn’t look as scared as he should have. Of course not. Esposito was backing up his actions. Nikolai put his arm around a stunned Destiny then kissed her cheek and the forehead of the baby. It was the best way he knew to mark his territory without peeing on anyone. “No, Jamal was just leaving,” Destiny said.

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“No, I’m not. Not until you give me that baby,” he said. Ballsy little fucker wasn’t he? “That’s not going to happen. We’re adopting him when we get married.” Destiny didn’t gasp, but she might have. Since Luis wasn’t going to leave Destiny alone, he’d send the man a clear signal that he wasn’t afraid of him. And that he was sure he could protect Destiny and the baby. “Why is she in a hotel room?” Jamal said. “Because our house is being fumigated,” Nikolai said. Jamal seemed to ponder that. Destiny remained quiet, which was the best thing. He

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could think on his feet. He didn’t know if she could. “The baby is mine,” Jamal said. He'd slept with Destiny’s mother. Okay. Can the guy keep it in his pants? Nikolai didn’t want to think about this scum with his hands on Destiny. He needed a shower now. “I’m not going to hand over an infant just because you say that in an authoritative voice. I need proof.” “What kind of proof? Keisha told me it was mine,” Jamal said. “Was she looking for drugs when she said it?” Destiny said. Nikolai would have said the same thing. “You need a DNA test to prove it and

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we’re not giving up any of this baby’s blood without a court order.” “Court order?” Jamal said. He was sweating now. “Yes. You get a lawyer to file a petition in court. When we see that piece of paper, we’ll have blood drawn for the test. Not any sooner.” The baby was fussing. Destiny was bouncing it. Nikolai put a hand on the baby’s head and it calmed down. Hm. This baby seemed to like him. Destiny glanced over her shoulder and mouthed a thank you. “Court order,” Jamal repeated. “Yes. Go find a lawyer. We have things to do.”

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Nikolai ushered Destiny into the hotel. “Hopefully we’ve seen the last of him.” He wasn’t that optimistic, but no reason not to put on a good front for Destiny. She had enough to worry about with the baby now. He could at least ease that burden. Hopefully, he could get her to come home with him. “Thanks for your help,” Destiny said. She shifted the baby to her shoulder then put out her hand. “I’ll take the stuff.” “I’ll carry it upstairs, then I think we should go shopping.” “Shopping?” “Yes. A baby needs stuff. I have the car seat,” he said.

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“What do you know about what a baby needs?” “Nothing, but neither do most new parents. We’ll go to the store and shop,” he said. Would she really turn down a shopping trip? His credit card? “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Derek is my responsibility.” The baby began to fuss at that moment. Destiny looked a little harried. Against every instinct in his body, he held out his arms. “Let me hold him while you prepare his bottle.” She studied him for a moment then gave up the baby. They rode up in the elevator. Derek seemed to be looking intently at

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Nikolai. He made a funny face at the boy. No reaction, but no crying. The baby looked at him as if he were trying to figure him out. “You need to get him a checkup. If your mother was using, he might have health issues.” “I have to get him on my plan first.” “I can make that call while you’re feeding him. I can have the paperwork faxed somewhere. It won’t be problem.” She studied him. “Do you ever not try to fix things?” “Not my nature.” She shook her head. “You aren’t making it easy to do this on my own.” “Why do you have to?”

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“You don’t want a baby Nikolai. I respect that. I have to take care of him. He’s family.” Nikolai understood that completely. *** With the baby fed, Nikolai loaded Destiny and Derek into his car. Jamal wasn’t around when they left. Nikolai had almost hoped he was. He needed more ammunition to convince Destiny to come home with him. Instead, they went to a store. He had no idea what half the items were. Destiny seemed to know what she was doing, so he held the little boy and his carrier. This was the first baby who hadn’t cried while in his control. He mostly slept, but sometimes

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Nikolai would find him looking up at him from his carrier. The boy’s eyes were the same shade of green as Destiny’s. He had short, wiry hair and his lips almost formed a bow. Nikolai had never been this close to a baby for this long. This one was fascinating. He could see why people fell in love with a baby. Not that he would. All of a sudden, the baby scrunched up its face then let out a wail. Oh shit. What had he done? He looked around. “Destiny?” Where was she? In studying the baby, he’d lost track of her. She’d come back. He was paying, but he couldn’t let the baby just cry. Some of the women in the store began to give him looks. So he struggled with the

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straps then he lifted the baby out of the carrier. He remembered Destiny holding it close to her body He did the same. The baby stopped crying. Okay. That was easy. He searched for Destiny. This was a large store and he couldn’t see her, and he could see over most people. Then the noises began again. Deep breath. He could take down bad guys. He could shoot guns accurately. He could take down opponents in the boardroom. Nikolai Alman should be able to take care of a baby. The diaper bag sat next to the carrier. He searched in it with one hand for the binky. Didn’t babies like that? He’d seen Destiny put one in the baby’s mouth. He

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found it then plunked it into the child’s mouth. Blessed silence. He put the diaper bag over his shoulder and the carrier on his arm. He had to find Destiny. There was now a horrendous smell emanating from the child. He’d put his money on a dirty diaper. Where had she gone? He sighed. The men’s room advertised a place to change a diaper. Of course there would be in a baby furniture store. “Well, Derek, I’m going to give this a try.” He entered the bathroom and thankfully there was no one in there. He put down the carrier and the diaper bag. He put Derek

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on the changing table while he searched for wipes and a diaper. “Here goes nothing, little boy.” Derek looked up at him as if he had the answers to the universe. It made Nikolai’s heart melt just a little bit. He cleared his throat. No getting soft over a baby. He undid the boy’s onesie then took off the diaper. “Holy shit.” Shit. Everywhere. All over the poor boy’s junk. Nikolai crinkled up his nose. “Oh, Derek. What did you eat? You poor kid.” He used every wipe in the box to get the kid clean. He fastened the diaper and hoped it was okay. The onesie went back on and he was sure that Derek smiled at him.

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“I wouldn’t want shit on my package either, boy.” He put the diaper in a pail provided for that purpose then strode out with all the accessories and the baby, proud of his job. When he walked out of the bathroom, a security guard stopped him. “Are you Nikolai?” “I am.” “You wife is looking for you.” His wife? He almost corrected the man. Destiny wasn’t his wife. Then he chose not to. Too complicated. “Uh, okay.” Destiny was looking around as if she’d lost, well, a baby. Her face showed relief then anger when she saw him. “Where have you been?” “He needed a diaper change.”

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She looked down at the baby in the carrier. “You changed his diaper.” “Yeah. The poor kid had shit on his junk.” She started with a snicker. Then it was a full blown laugh. “Of course you would look at it that way. He doesn’t know yet that that is his junk.” “Still, I can’t imagine shit on my balls.” She cocked her head. “Thanks.” “What were you doing? I couldn’t find you,” he said. “I was looking at some furniture. I ordered it, but I’ll have them deliver it when I find a place to live.” “Have it delivered to my place.”

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She shook her head. “I don’t want to move it. I have a portable crib for the hotel room.” “Are you done? Have I earned enough points on my credit card to fly around the world?” “Almost. You just have to produce said credit card.” He followed her to the register. He signed the receipt then they packed everything in his car. Thankfully, he had a backseat in this one. The sports car wouldn’t have been practical. He drove to the phone store. “Where are you taking me?” “To get you a new phone. I think someone is tracking you on yours.”

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She let him buy her a new phone. Then he took her to his house. “Why are we here?” “Because someone is after you. I’m protecting you. Now that you can’t be tracked, you should be safe here.” “I don’t appreciate you bullying me into this.” “I’m not bullying. I’m concerned and you’re being stubborn,” he said as he unloaded the baby’s stuff. The baby started crying. “You go feed Derek and I’ll unpack this stuff and put up the crib. He can have his own bedroom.” “I’m not staying. Don’t unpack.”

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She left to warm the bottle. He chatted with Derek while he unloaded everything then he brought the baby in. “Welcome home, Derek. This will be where you’ll sleep for a while despite what your sister is insisting.”

Chapter14 Destiny warmed the bottle for Derek as she fumed in Nikolai’s kitchen. She could take care of herself. She could take care of Derek. As much as she appreciated Nikolai buying things, he couldn’t buy his way into her life. He didn’t want a baby around. She didn’t blame him, but she didn’t understand this Neanderthal attitude. Her phone was changed. No one could track her. She had to set some ground rules here. She heard Nikolai unloading the stuff and that made her even madder. He wasn’t listening to her. He brought Derek in. The boy was fussing, but not badly. Nikolai

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seemed to have a calming effect on him. Odd for a man who didn’t like babies. Nikolai put Derek’s carrier on the floor. “You want me to get him out?” How could she be mad at him since he was being so sweet? His sweetness didn’t change that he’d hijacked her to come to his house. Now she was without her car and no way to get it. “Leave him.” “Did I do something wrong?” She tested the formula on her wrist, then picked Derek up to feed him. “You insist on us staying here, but you’ve made it clear that Derek isn’t welcome. You’re not making sense and you’re being a bully.” “I need to protect you, Destiny.”

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“We’ll be fine. My phone is new. It can’t be tracked. He won’t find us.” “He will. You don’t understand the resources that Luis Esposito has.” “Not many if he’s using Jamal, a junkie and dealer,” she said. She sat on a chair, cradling Derek, the bottle in her hand. He ate from it hungrily. At least his presence calmed her. She was pissed at Nikolai. “Destiny, you don’t know what he’s capable of. I’ve seen it.” “I’ll find a building with security, but I’m not staying here. Not out of pity.” “I don’t pity you.” “You have some strong idea that you’re required to protect me. I grew up in a

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tougher place than you did. I can take care of myself.” “Then take the company’s penthouse. It has security and an underground garage.” Nikolai crossed his arms. She knew he was settling in for a long fight. She was up for it as the baby snacked away. She burped him once then put the bottle back in his mouth. “I’m not going to rely on you, Nikolai. You will be gone once the threat is over. I want to end this on my terms.” “On your terms?” “Yes. On my terms. We both knew this wasn’t going to last. Let’s just end it now. I’ll have nothing to offer Luis,” she said.

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She wasn’t completely sure, but she knew she could afford a building with security. That would make a difference. She needed to look for one right away. “Now take me back to my hotel when I’m done feeding Derek. I need to get that crib set up for tonight’s lack of sleep session.” “You’re not going to budge on this are you?” “No, I’m not.” She wasn’t going to raise Derek in a loveless home. What would they become in a few months? When the obligation wore on Nikolai? Her mother had felt that way. She didn’t want Derek to experience that. It wasn’t his fault he was born any more than it was Destiny’s fault she was born. At least

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Destiny’d had her grandmother. Now Derek had Destiny. She’d love him and raise him up the way he should be raised. She wished fervently that someday she’d meet a man who could be a father to the boy, but Nikolai wasn’t it. He wasn’t done playing around. He wasn’t ready to commit. Sticking around with him was a losing proposition. Derek would be hurt the worst. She didn’t want him to ever feel anything but loved. That’s how a childhood should be. Things wouldn’t be perfect since he won’t have a father, but she’d do her best to make him feel secure. Her mother had spent enough time bouncing in and out of her life that Destiny

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knew that wasn’t what she wanted for her son. She already thought of him as her son, not her brother. When he would know the truth didn’t matter now. All that mattered is that she was going to raise him. She had the money. She’d be okay. Nikolai sighed as she began to put Derek in his carrier. She rinsed out the bottle he’d drank from so she could use it again. They’d bought powdered formula and some new bottles. She was set for now on equipment for a baby. “Fine, but let me come with you to look at apartments.” “You think I can’t do it by myself?” “It’s not that. I just want to make sure that the place is secure.”

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She pondered this. It might be good to have another set of eyes. He might notice something in an apartment that she didn’t. “Fine, you can come with us, but I get the final say.” He nodded. “Now go put all that stuff back in your car so I can take it back to the hotel where my car is,” she said. She had to be firm with Nikolai. He could run her over like a freight train if he wanted to. He was strong-willed, but so was she. She could stand her ground as well as he could. He didn’t say anything else, but left her in the kitchen. She buckled Derek into his carrier then gathered up anything else that

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pertained to him. She had to pack some clothes, too, but she could come back for those. She had a few things with her. Enough to get to work. She also had to find a day care for Derek. She might have to take a few days off to sort it all out. Hopefully, Derek wouldn’t mind. He had no choice in the matter. *** Nikolai took a vacation day to help Destiny find an apartment and a day care close by for Derek. He wasn’t going to let them live just anywhere. He still felt responsible for them. And the little boy was working his way into his heart.

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He’d never been around babies all that much, but this one didn’t seem so foreign to him. He picked them up from the hotel Destiny was staying at. He’d already talked to the hotel detective and given him a heads up on her situation. Professional courtesy had the guy keeping an eye on her. Destiny was waiting for him outside with Derek in his carrier. Nikolai had bought a car seat for his car to make it easier. Destiny loaded the baby into the back of the car then climbed in the front seat. “You have your list ready?” Nikolai asked. “I do. I even have them organized and a list of day cares near each one.” “Sounds good.”

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He knew from working with her that she was highly organized. Her lists shouldn’t surprise him. He was just happy to be spending the day with her. He had to admit that to himself, even if he didn’t know what it meant for the long term. The first place had a doorman. Nikolai took the man’s name and would call the security office later to get the names of all the doormen. He could do a background check on all of them to make sure she was safe. Destiny would be pissed if she found out, but he didn’t care. He held Derek while they walked around the apartment. As usual, the boy stared at him as if he were trying to figure him out. The boy was getting bigger even in the short time he’d been with Destiny.

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“This place has two bedrooms. The kitchen has been updated recently,” the real estate agent said. Nikolai wasn’t sold on the neighborhood. There had been some young men hanging out on the street corner. He wished Destiny would just take the company’s penthouse. This would be so much easier. He knew the security on that building was top notch. He wouldn’t have to worry about her there. “Is there parking nearby?” he asked. “There’s a deck in the next block. Residents get a discount on a yearly spot,” she said.

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The woman chattered on until Nikolai wanted to ask her to shut up. Destiny just nodded. They finally left he place. The agent had to make a call so they waited for her in the lobby. “I can’t see you walking in the rain with the baby and groceries. It wouldn’t be convenient,” Nikolai said. He had planned on finding something wrong with every place they looked at. Hopefully, Destiny wouldn’t catch on. She eyed him. She was really beautiful. Why did she have to be that sexy? He wanted to finish this task then take her back to his place and do naughty things to her while the baby slept. She would probably have none of it. She was on a mission. He’d seen that look on

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her face when she’d taken on a difficult task at work. There would be no stopping her. “I can’t think of an argument against that. It would be a trial to juggle Derek and bags of food. Though I could get food delivered if I wanted.” Curses. She’d thought of a way around it. “You’d still have to walk Derek in the rain.” “True, but he’d live.” “Probably, but you’d get wet. Then you might get sick. That wouldn’t be good.” “Always looking out for you, Nik? You don’t want me out of work for long,” she said. That hadn’t been his thought. “That’s not what I was thinking Destiny.”

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She shrugged as if she didn’t believe him. “I’m not that selfish, Honey. I did take the day off,” he said. “You just can’t give up control.” “It isn’t that simple, Destiny,” he said. “You know this.” The real estate agent rejoined them. Nikolai drove the group to the next destination. This one had better security. The residents had to have identification cards to get into the lobby then another card to get on the elevator. Nikolai figured he’d be hardpressed to find something wrong with this one. The elevator moved fast. He felt as if he’d left his stomach on the ground floor. He

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once again held Derek. The boy was beginning to fuss. He was probably hungry and needed a diaper change. Destiny held out her hands. “Let me take him.” “No, you go with her. I’ll get him sorted out.” There was a microwave in the apartment so he used it to warm up the formula. He could hold Derek and feed him while they walked around. The diaper would have to wait until the boy was fed. He was getting good at shifting the baby onto his shoulder for burping. What would his bachelor friends think of him? Sacha would just laugh. He found Destiny and the agent in the larger of the two

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bedrooms. The view was of a brick wall. He didn’t think Destiny cared about that, but he would. He wanted to step back and remember that this was her place, but he still felt responsible for her. Maybe even a little more than that because he was beginning to have feelings for her. He wasn’t sure about the baby being in the picture. He didn’t know if he wanted a family so soon. Either way, he had to look after Destiny. That was his responsibility. “The view isn’t great,” he said finally. The real estate agent eyed him, but didn’t say anything. Destiny just shrugged. He figured she wasn’t sold on the place and

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that was okay. They had several more to look at before the day was done. Hopefully, Destiny would listen to his advice, though what he had to say was to live in the company penthouse.

Chapter15 Destiny wasn’t sure that Nikolai was going to let her live anywhere. He’d found something wrong with every place they looked at. She shouldn’t have brought him along. Her search was getting nowhere and Derek was fussing, not to be consoled. The poor kid probably just wanted to be in one place for a few hours. Destiny felt the same way. The day had been exhausting. “Come back to my place for dinner. We can set up the crib for Derek and I can order some food,” Nikolai said. The invitation was tempting. She wanted to put her feet up somewhere. Maybe

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take a nap, but she knew she probably couldn’t do that in the hotel room. “Okay.” Her mouth formed the words before her brain had made any decision. He smiled at her. “Good. Let me pamper you.” Pampering sounded good. She suspected she’d get very little of that until Derek was away at college. Might be nice for a change, but she shouldn’t get used to it. Derek was going to be a full-time job on top of her full-time job. He drove her to his house. He took the baby and grabbed the portable crib. He set it up in the living room. The baby would be close enough to hear, but far enough that

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they wouldn’t disturb him. Then he poured Destiny a glass of wine. “That was a long day,” she said. She had removed her shoes and her feet were up on a stool in the kitchen as he called for a pizza. He ordered it then hung up. “It was.” “You didn’t like any of the places,” she said. She decided that that had been on purpose. She had to call him on it. As tired as she was. “I didn’t think the security in any of them was any good,” he said. He sat down by her, taking one foot in his hand, he rubbed it. She might have died and gone to heaven. His fingers were strong

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and he was working out the kinks in her foot. She knew what those hands could do and she had to stop thinking about that because her lady parts began to tingle. No. She couldn’t sleep with Nikolai tonight. No way. She had to stay focused on staying away from him and taking care of Derek. Their relationship had to go back to being professional. It couldn’t be any other way. They didn’t have the same goals in mind anymore. She had Derek and he came first. “I think that you were being too picky. I’m going back to look at the second place again tomorrow. It had parking and an onsite day care. No worries about walking in the rain,” she said.

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And she’d liked the amount of security in the building. She’d also like the apartment despite the lack of view. It wasn’t a penthouse, but she didn’t need that. She needed a place for her and Derek, and eventually her grandmother. Derek could stay in her room for a while. At some point, she would need a new place, but that was down the line. Maybe she’d even buy a house. A small one or a town house. Her plans had changed. She had to do what was best for Derek. Being involved with Nikolai was not the right thing to do. They were on different paths and he would eventually go back to his FBI job. She didn’t want to have any part of that. He nodded, sipping his glass. “I’m not talking you out of it am I?”

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“No you aren’t. You might as well give up.” He seemed to ponder that, his gaze on her. “I guess I can’t argue.” “No, you can’t.” The doorbell rang, but it didn’t wake up Derek. They had the whole meal in peace. “Guess he’s tired,” Destiny said. “It was a big day for all of us. He was awake a lot of the time.” “He’s nosy,” Destiny said. Her grandmother had described her that way though she'd slept at night very early on. Hopefully, Derek would, too. “Are you getting him a checkup?”

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“I want to find a place to live then I can find a doctor close to home. No reason to drag him all over the place when he’s sick.” “Good point.” Only three pieces of pizza were left in the box when Derek began to wail. It was the loudest Destiny had ever heard him cry. She hurried to get him. He was red in the face as he cried. When she returned to the kitchen, Nikolai was already heating up a bottle. She bounced Derek as she waited for his dinner. Nikolai handed her the bottle. Derek refused it. “He isn’t hungry. Let me change his diaper.” Nikolai nodded. Then they both smelled it.

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“Bet he's shit on his junk again,” Nikolai said. She laid him on the floor on a dishtowel. The poop was everywhere. “He needs a bath.” Nikolai held his nose. “You go ahead.” She could see that he was trying not to gag. She wanted to laugh. At least she wasn’t depending on him. What would he ever do if he had his own children? She filled a bathtub as she wiped Derek as best she could. Then she put him in it. He seemed to settle down which was good. His crying was rattling her. He’d never been this vocal. After the bath, she returned to the kitchen. “I have to throw this right into your trash can.”

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“In the garage,” Nikolai said, not letting her get close to him. The man was a CEO of a company, but he was felled by a dirty diaper. Guess the one he’d changed hadn’t been so bad. After the bottle, Derek fell back to sleep. “I better get back to the hotel.” “Why not just stay a little longer? He’s asleep again.” She sighed. She didn’t want to leave. It was nice to have someone to help her with the baby. “Just a little bit.” *** Destiny fell asleep on his couch, so Nikolai covered her up with a blanket and brought the baby upstairs with him. He

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managed to bring the crib up without waking her up. The baby lay sleeping while he read over some reports. He was sure who the embezzler was, but he had to build a good case. He had to gather evidence. That was one problem solved. Now he had to confront Luis Esposito. There was no holding back. Otherwise, Destiny and Derek would never be safe. The boy began to make some noise. Nikolai picked him up. He changed the boy’s diaper then settled him in the crook of his arm as he read the numbers on the spreadsheet again and again. The boy sat contently in his arms. He was probably going to be hungry in a little while. Nikolai decided

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he'd get the bottle when he was done with this page. Only a few minutes. “You look like a natural,” Destiny said from the doorway. She looked sleep-rumpled and sexy. “He’s a pretty easy baby.” She nodded. “I’ll go get a bottle. He’ll probably need it soon.” “Thanks. Then I need to run an errand.” “In the middle of the night?” she said between yawns. “Yes. It’s important.” She nodded. She came back a few minutes later with the bottle. She crawled onto the bed next to him as if she belonged there. If someone asked Nikolai, she did.

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Leaning up against the headboard, she held out her arms for the baby. He handed the tyke over to her. He put down his papers. He hadn’t changed yet, so he still had his day clothes on. They were a little rumpled, but this wasn’t a social call. “Just sleep here when you’re done. No need to go back downstairs.” She “Thanks.”

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He didn’t want to go. No, he wanted to wait until Derek was back to sleep then bury himself inside of her until she cried out his name. That wasn’t going to happen tonight. Instead, he was on his way to where Luis Esposito was staying. The place was

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surrounded by guards, but Nikolai had already paid them off to let him in. The heat was on so the place wasn’t fancy. Nikolai nodded to a guard as he snuck into the main building. His intelligence said that Luis was in the living room, enjoying an after-dinner cognac. His wife and kids were still in Mexico, so they wouldn’t be collateral damage. Nikolai had no beef with them. He only wanted Luis. He had his gun out as he crept down the hallway. He was thankful for the paid-off guard. Otherwise, he’d be in more danger. As it was, he was going to get off the shot then get out of here free and clear. No one the wiser.

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He located the living room. It was a large room, with high ceilings. A stone fireplace dominated the far wall. Two wing back chairs were positioned in front of the roaring fire. Luis sat in one of them, rolling the liquid around in his glass. He had a gun in his other hand. Crap. Someone had tipped him off. This might not go as smoothly as he’d expected. His pulse ratcheted up. “Come in, Nikolai. I’ve been expecting you.” That’s when Nikolai noticed Butch, the private detective, lounging on the couch. Shit. He’d underestimated the weasel. Nikolai had been in tougher situations. He could get out of this. Even if he didn’t, he had

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set up a fund for Derek. The kid would never want for anything. He’d left notes for his father about the embezzler. He’d tidied up his affairs as best he could just in case he didn’t get out of this alive. That was looking more and more like a good decision. He wasn’t cocky enough to think that even if he bribed the guards, something couldn’t go wrong. And something had, in the form of a private detective. Damn. He hadn’t seen that coming. Nikolai strode into the room occupied by only the two men. He’d locked the door behind him so no one could ambush him. He suspected there were other ways in, but at least he’d blocked one.

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He wasn’t getting rid of his gun yet. He was probably a better aim than Luis. He was counting on that. Before he reached Luis, Nikolai ducked behind the couch where Butch sat. He rolled, then took aim from around the side and shot Luis. The one bullet hit the man square in the forehead. Not bad for being a little out of practice. Butch had ducked, but now looked over the side of the couch. As Nikolai raised his gun to shoot the man, the private detective got off a shot. But he missed. By a little bit. Nikolai shot the man, but he was able to discharge one more bullet that hit Nikolai. The private detective was dead. Nikolai was wounded and had to get out. He

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gritted his teeth as he chose a glass door that opened onto a patio. No doubt any guards not on his payroll were running toward the sounds of the shots. He ducked into a pool house, listening for feet going by. When they were gone, he dragged himself out of his hiding place. He’d have to climb the fence. His car was a block away. He’d come to the house on foot. His vision wavered. If he passed out here, he’d be as good as dead. With a groan, he hoisted himself up to the top of the fence, then landed on the ground with a grunt. The place was probably in pandemonium and he only had a few minutes to get to his car before the search for him would widen.

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Damn. That had been close, but at least Destiny was safe now. That’s all that mattered as he started his car and headed for home. * Destiny heard the knocking and it made her heart ratchet up a notch. Who would be knocking on the door in the middle of the night? Derek didn’t stir. Small favor since the person downstairs was banging louder and louder. She was still in her clothes since she didn’t have any pajamas here. She didn’t risk undressing, knowing Nikolai. He might see that as an invitation.

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She looked out the sidelight beside the door. She’d turned on the porch light. A stern-looking man stood there. “Destiny,” he said. It wasn’t a question. It was more of a command. “Who are you?” She wasn’t opening the door for just anyone. Especially not in the middle of the night. He could be sent from the man that Nikolai was chasing. “I’m Sacha Kozlov. I’m Nikolai’s friend. He’s been hurt. I’m here to take you to him.” “How do I know that you are who you are?”

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The man had a thick Russian accent. She probably should believe him, but she wasn’t going to give in that easily. “Nikolai was to tell you that his father is Yuri. His stepmother is Natasha. You’ve been working for Alman Enterprises for seven years.” She pondered that. Anyone could know about Nikolai’s parents. “His mother died when he was ten.” She bit her lip as she pondered the information he’d shared. When she looked out again, a very pregnant woman had joined Sacha on the porch. Destiny blinked. How could a pregnant woman be bad? With some trepidation she unlocked the door, opening it just a little.

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“I’m Kendra Kozlov. Sacha brought me to take care of Derek while you go to the hospital.” Destiny’s instincts screamed that this was okay. The woman rested her hand on her stomach and gave Destiny a bright smile. Destiny opened the door further. “Come in.” The woman waddled in while Sacha helped her. The love in his eyes was clear to see. This woman was his or he was a very good actor. “Will you come with me?” Sacha said. “I need my shoes and to show Kendra where the baby’s bottles are,” Destiny said. Sacha nodded. Kendra found a spot on the couch. She looked as if she was going to drop that baby any second. Destiny eyed

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her for a moment. “All of the bottles are premade and in the fridge. The diapers are in his bag which is upstairs in the bedroom. He will probably be hungry in an hour or so if you want to prepare the bottle. That way you don’t have to carry him. Are you going to be able to get him out of his crib?” Kendra waved a hand that sported the biggest engagement ring Destiny had ever seen. “I can do it. I’m fine.” “Thank you for taking care of Derek. It would be awkward to bring him to the hospital.” “No problem.” She ran upstairs to get her shoes. With them on and her purse in her hand, she was ready to go. She glanced one more time

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at Kendra and her large belly before she let Sacha lead her outside. “What happened?” Destiny said when she was in Sacha’s car. She watched where he went in case she needed to bail on him. She wasn’t completely sold that he was a good guy. “He went to take out Luis Esposito.” She nodded. “I knew he was going to. I wish he hadn’t. Revenge is never a good thing.” The stern-looking man glanced at her. “He did it to make sure you were safe. And the baby.” “There must have been some other way.”

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Sacha shook his head. “No, there wasn’t.” She was glad she’d decided to leave Nikolai. She was having enough trouble thinking about him dying in a hospital. She’d never make a good cop’s wife. It would never work. She’d make sure he was okay, then she’d pack up and go back to the hotel. She had to be out of his life, other than working with him. She’d draw that line and it wouldn’t be in sand. It would be in concrete. Derek deserved more and so did she. It didn’t matter what she felt for Nikolai. She couldn’t risk her heart any longer.

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Sacha parked outside the hospital. “I’ll go up with you. He was in surgery when I left.” “He called you?” “He drove to my house, the idiot. I called an ambulance.” He’d driven to Sacha’s house? What an odd thing to do. “Why?” “Because he wanted me to pick you up and bring you here and he knew Kendra could take care of Derek.” “He was thinking all of that while he was bleeding?” Sacha put a hand on her lower back to guide her into the hospital. “We Russians are tough.”

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She let him lead her to an elevator. The receptionist had said that Nikolai was settled into his room. Her heart beat faster. What would he look like? “I’ll wait out here,” Sacha said. She entered the room. Nikolai was on the bed, an oxygen mask on his face. Machines beeped and his shoulder was bandaged. Her heart seized for a moment. He looked pale and fragile. He’d never looked like that to her. Her heart broke. He’d done this to save her. He’d done this make sure she was safe no matter what happened. She sat next to the bed. She wanted to take his strong hand in hers, but did she have the right? She would be out of his life as soon as she found another job. She had to

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leave Alman Enterprises. Working closely with him every day would be torture. She couldn’t do it. She sighed. “What a mess we’ve made Nikolai.” He didn’t stir and that was okay. She wanted to stay with him, say her goodbyes, then leave him be. She’d find another job. It would all be okay. Then Nikolai opened his eyes. *** Nikolai blinked, bringing Destiny into view. She looked worried and as if she’d been crying. He reached out to her. “I’m okay,” he croaked. She smiled, but he was touched that she was so upset. At least she’d believed

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Sacha. He wasn’t sure if she would have gone with anyone else, but Kendra being pregnant had the credibility that Sacha needed to convince Destiny. No one else would have been able to do that. It was good that she was questioning things. “Hi,” she said. “You came.” “I did. Sacha was pretty convincing.” “I need water,” he said. She put a straw near his mouth and he sucked. The water tasted like nectar of the gods. “I knew that you wouldn’t go with just anyone.” “No, you’ve taught me that. I talked to Kendra and Derek is okay. I’m going to go back there in a few minutes.” “Stay with me?”

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“I can’t Nikolai. I know you’re okay. Besides, your step-mother and your father are on their way.” “You can’t stay?” “I have to get back to Derek. Kendra is very pregnant. She shouldn’t have to lift a baby.” “He’s not that heavy.” “To a big strapping guy like you, of course not. She’s ready to pop, so I’d better get back there.” He didn’t want her to go. He wanted to just look at her for a while. Just stare into those eyes. She wasn’t having any of that, he guessed. He’d screwed up, but he’d figure out a way to fix this. He could always fix things.

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He held her hand tighter. “One more minute. Okay?” She sighed then nodded. “Okay.” He wasn’t ready to sit up, but he wished she would curl up next to him. He’d feel a lot better with her warm body up against his. “Is it over?” she said. “It is. Luis is dead.” “Did you kill him?” “Yes. It’s what I do for a living, Destiny.” She pressed her lips together, but didn’t say anything. He could see some disappointment in her eyes.

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“I didn’t have any choice. He wasn’t going to stop his vendetta. You and Derek were going to be collateral damage.” “Will you get in trouble?” He shrugged and it hurt his shoulder. “Possibly, but it was worth it to me. I had to make sure you were safe.” “It isn’t your responsibility,” she said. How could she say that? Why didn’t she understand? “You were in danger because of me. It’s that simple. I took out the danger. It’s what I do.” “There must have been another way.” “No, there wasn’t. People like Luis have no boundaries. No morals or ethics. They think that whatever they do is right, no

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matter who gets hurt. Human life doesn’t mean anything to him.” How could he make her understand? There was evil in the world. He’d stared it in the face more than once. The average person had no idea, but ask anyone in law enforcement and they see it on a daily basis. Before she could say anything else, his stepmother and father came in. his father had a mask on. Good idea since he had a compromised immune system. His stepmother kissed his forehead, sending a glare at Destiny. What the hell was wrong there? “Hello, Dad. Hello Natasha,” Nikolai said.

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His father and Destiny exchanged some pleasantries. She squeezed Nikolai’s hand. “I’m going. You’re in good hands.” He wanted to call her back. Tell her how he felt, but she was gone and he had to turn his attention to Natasha and Yuri. “You look pretty good for getting shot,” Natasha said. Of course she would. She was under stress to make everything seem good. What was her problem with Destiny? He needed to get to the bottom of this. “You looked at Destiny oddly. Why?” Natasha licked her lips. His father may let her get away with things, but he was going to call her on her behavior. Destiny was important to him. She’d also been his

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father’s assistant for a long time. There should be no ill will between the two women. Destiny had just ignored her, so the attitude must have been around for some time. “Uh, I guess I was surprised to see her. What was she doing here?” “I care about her, Natasha. And she’s been invaluable while Dad has been out sick. I wanted her here.” Natasha glanced at Yuri. He cleared his throat. “What Natasha is worried about is that you’re mixing business with pleasure.” “This isn’t my business. It’s yours. I’ll be going back to the FBI when you’re better.”

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The two glanced at each other. “Uh, my prognosis isn’t that good. I’m giving you the company.” Nikolai would have gasped, but it hurt too much to breathe like that. His father wasn’t going to live? And the company was his? He hadn’t expected that. He had hoped that his father would make a full recovery and life would go back to normal. On the other hand, he would have more stability. He would have more to offer Destiny. No more law enforcement. The biggest hazard he would face would be a paper cut. “I have to think about this, Dad. I didn’t really plan on staying.”

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He had more reasons to now. Luis was dead. His career might be over anyway. Destiny was here. He would miss her if he was gone. “Please think about it soon. I’d like to make the transition as soon as possible. You have to take care of Destiny. She isn’t to lose her job or she gets a very generous severance.” “I’ll take good care of Destiny,” Nikolai said. The look on Natasha’s face said she knew just how well he would take care of her. Well, yes if she would let him. Derek had charmed his way into his heart so he would have a ready-made family. The idea took his breath away.

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And it made his heart sing at the same time.

The Final Chapter Destiny had her car, Derek, and all the stuff she needed for him. She unlocked the door to her apartment and hoped it didn’t smell too bad. She’d have to clean out the refrigerator and go food shopping. The apartment smelled musty, so she opened some windows. Then she set up the crib in her bedroom. That way she could put Derek down for a nap. She gave him a bottle then settled him into his bed. She had to clean the place. Derek slept through the vacuuming and in an hour the place was spotless.

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She would have to move. This wasn’t a fit neighborhood to bring up Derek. She also had to write her resignation letter. She couldn’t work with Nikolai. Not after she realized how she felt about him. Even if he went back to the FBI, she wasn’t cut out for that life. No, she had to leave him behind. Her heart hurt at the idea. She plopped onto the couch, but she had no time for self-pity, but she’d like to wallow at least for a second. Someone knocked on the door. She looked out to see Martin Krevchenko on her doorstep. What the hell? She opened the door slightly, pasting a fake smile on her face. “Hello, Martin.”

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“I’m Destiny.”

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This was definitely not his neighborhood, so he’d come here for a purpose. She never trusted the man. She certainly wasn’t going to open the door for him any more than she had to. She kept her foot against the door so he couldn’t push into her apartment. The man was up to no good. “What can I help you with?” “I’m here to help you.” She doubted that, but she didn’t let her smile falter. He wasn’t going to know how she felt. “What do you mean?” She heard Derek beginning to fuss. He’d been down long enough that she knew

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he’d be hungry soon. Hopefully, Martin wouldn’t take up too much of her time. “Word in the office is that you’re about to be arrested for embezzling money.” She doubted that, but the thought scared her. She was resigning anyway. If they wanted to charge her, they were going to have to prove it. Even knowing that she hadn’t stolen anything, she wondered what Martin’s angle was. How could he turn this to benefit him? “You’re here to tell me that?” “Yes and to help you hide.” “Why would you do that?” Why indeed? She trusted Martin about as far as she could throw him. He was a big guy. She wouldn’t even be able to pick

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him up. Too many rich man dinners, unlike Nikolai who was all muscle. Not that she could pick him up either. Don’t think about Nikolai. “Because I think you are going to get railroaded. I’m here to make sure you get to tell your side of the story.” She had no side other than she was innocent. Derek was making more noise. “I appreciate the sentiment, but I have a lawyer and he can help me all I need.” She started to shove the door closed, but Martin put his foot into it. “He can’t help you the way I can.” She didn’t like his tone or the predatory look in his eyes. “I’m going to scream if you don’t get your foot out of my door.”

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Martin looked up and down the hallway. “In a place like this, you could scream and no one would come to help you.” He wasn’t wrong, but she wasn’t going to admit that to him. “I have good neighbors. Now, go, Martin. Before I call the cops.” “Probably not a good idea.” “Why not?” “Because you’ll get arrested sooner.” She shook her head. She wasn’t going to get arrested. She knew that. Both Yuri and Nikolai would talk to her first. She knew this with every fiber of her being. “Martin, go. You’re risking your career.” He frowned. “Let me help you, Destiny. I’ve always had a soft spot in my heart for you.”

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More like a hard spot in his pants. “Go away.” She shoved the door harder and he pulled out his foot. She was able to slam it closed. He didn’t knock as she went to get Derek. The boy was wailing now. She didn’t like to let him get to this point. Her phone rang, but she ignored it. Probably Martin trying to get her to open the door. She wasn’t going to. In fact, she could hunker down here until she looked at that one apartment again. She’d sign the lease then quit her job. She had enough in savings and she was pretty sure she’d get another job easily. She was good at what she did.

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Hopefully, Derek wouldn’t get sick before she had insurance again. Quitting wasn’t the most responsible thing to do, but it was what she had to do. Her heart wasn’t in it if she had to work with Nikolai. She’d never get over him and every day would be torture. She looked down at Derek who was happily sucking up the formula. “We’ll be okay. I’ll find a better place than this, but just not as expensive as I was looking at.” Derek just looked up at her as if she had the wisdom of the world. Too bad she didn’t. Her phone rang again. Nikolai. No, she wasn’t answering it. On her agenda today was to sign a new lease in a new place then quit her job.

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He wasn’t on her radar for the day. She wondered if he was close to breaking the embezzling case. Was that why Martin was here? Had he done the embezzling? She didn’t know. She shouldn’t care, but she’d spent a lot of time at Alman Enterprises. It had been a safe place to work for her. Now she was leaving. She could go in on the weekend and pack up her stuff. No reason to see Nikolai at all. *** Nikolai sat on his hospital bed, dressed to go home. His arm sat in a sling. His heart sat in one, too. Destiny hadn’t come to visit him the few days he’d been here. Was she mad at him?

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He’d screwed things up with her. He wanted to get home and make things right. He knew how he felt. He knew what he wanted. His father had been happy when he’d agreed to take over the company for good. He wouldn’t sell it. Sacha strode into his hospital room. “You look ready to go.” “The nurse has to wheel me down.” Sacha laughed. “That will be a sight. I hope she can push you all the way. You’re a big guy.” “They wheelchair.”

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Sacha chuckled. “You look good.” “Thanks. How is Kendra?” “So ready to have this baby.”

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“Do you know what you’re having?” “A little girl,” Sacha said. His eyes lit up. What would that feel like? To know that a life was growing inside of the person you loved? That this little person was part yours? Nikolai had never thought about it. “Congratulations. You are going to be wrapped around her little finger.” Sacha grinned. “Probably. Lord knows how much I let Kendra rule things.” “You happy?” “I couldn’t be happier. You should try this domestic bliss stuff. It’s pretty good. I come home from work to a great environment. Homey,” Sacha said.

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Nikolai had never thought that would sound appealing. Right now it did, but he needed to fix things first. He had to prove to Destiny that he could be a long term guy despite what he said. He could also be a father, which was probably even more important to her. The nurse came in and he sat in the wheelchair, a grimace on his face he was sure. Sacha put his bag into the back seat then drove him back to his house. Destiny’s car wasn’t there, but she was probably at work. “You sure you want me to drop you here and not the office?” Sacha said.

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“No, here. I want to do some things before Destiny gets home. I have some surprises up my sleeve.” “Okay. Make sure you rest, butt-head. You don’t want to overdo it and not be able to perform.” Nikolai laughed as he put the key in his house’s front door. Leave it to Sacha to think the same way he was thinking. He would get things ready then take a nap. He’d be fine. Right now, he had energy. Checking for the ingredients for a nice dinner, he perused the cabinets and the refrigerator. He had all that he needed. He had some white wine chilling. He couldn’t drink any because of the pain killers, but Destiny could.

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Nap time. He headed upstairs. That’s when he realized that Derek’s portable crib was no longer in his room. He searched the other bedrooms. No sign that a child lived in this house. His hear leapt into his chest. He called Destiny’s cell phone. She didn’t answer, so he left a message. Then he called his office. “Nikolai Alman’s office,” the person said. Someone other than Destiny. “This is Nikolai Alman. Who is this?” “This is Kayla. I’m your temporary secretary.” “Where is my usual secretary?”

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Where could Destiny be? If she wasn’t answering her phone and she wasn’t at work, he had no idea. “I don’t know, sir. I just know that she isn’t here and I’ve been asked to answer phones while you’re both out. I have a stack of messages. Do you want them?” Work could wait. Just another day or so. “No, I’ll collect them when I get into the office tomorrow. I’ll be in for part of the day. You can tell people that,” he said. He hung up, sitting on his bed. He needed to sleep, but he doubted it would come with worry over Destiny. Had she left him for good? His phone rang. He looked at the screen hoping it was her. It was his father.

1983/2029

“Hello, Dad.” “Hello, Nikolai. Are you at work?” “No, I’m taking one more day. I’ll be in the office tomorrow for a few hours.” “I’m people.”

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“What’s going on?” Was the place on fire? Why were people calling his father instead of him? Oh, right. There hadn’t been an official announcement yet that Nikolai was taking over for good. He was sure that some people would be relieved while others would be unhappy. Yuri had been well liked. He hoped to someday be that well liked at the company. “People think that Destiny is getting arrested for embezzling.”

1984/2029

“She isn’t. I proved who is doing it. I just have to talk to the cops first. I got sidetracked.” “I understand. Have you talked to her?” Yuri said. “No, I can’t get a hold of her. I don’t want her worrying, but let’s keep the story going to throw off my actual suspect.” “Which is?” “Krevchenko. He’s pretty good at it, too,” Nikolai said. “I’ve set it up so that his dummy company isn’t getting any more payments. I doubt he’s figured it out yet.” “I had high hopes for Martin. I don’t know why he would do this to me.” Yuri was clearly disappointed.

1985/2029

“He has gambling debts and a wife who’s divorcing him.” “That’s sad. Well, you better at least let Destiny know what’s going on.” “As soon as I get in touch with her. She isn’t at work and she isn’t answering her phone.” “What did you do, Nikolai? Did you mess something up?” Guilt shot through him. “Yes, I did, Dad, but I’m going to fix it.” “She’s a good girl, Nikolai. Not someone that you should trifle with.” “I’m not. I promise. My intentions are honorable.” “Then fix this and make it all right.” *

1986/2029

Destiny had lucked into an apartment that was ready the next day. She packed as much as she could, but knew she had a few days before she really had to empty her apartment. She’d let her grandmother know about the move, but that was the only person she told. Today was the first day that her grandmother was going to see Derek. Destiny had dressed him in his cutest outfit. She tried to forget that Nikolai had picked it out. It was a onesie that looked like a tuxedo. Of course the billionaire would think of that. He’d probably been dressed in a tuxedo at a young age. Her grandmother was sitting up and looking very spry. She would be released

1987/2029

soon and Destiny would bring her to their new home. “That boy is so adorable. Oh, my lord. He looks exactly the way you did as a baby,” her grandmother said. “He’s a pretty good child, too. He only gets up once in the night.” “You were a tough baby according to your mother, but I suspect that she didn’t know how to care for you,” Victoria Brown said. Her grandmother was probably right. Her mother hadn’t had the patience. Several times during Destiny’s life she’d tried to raise her little girl. Each time, she returned Destiny to her grandmother. She’d broken her heart a few times.

1988/2029

That wasn’t going to happen to Derek. She’d handle it. Her grandmother couldn’t help physically, but she’d be moral support and could give advice. Destiny didn’t know much about babies, but she was sure she’d figure it all out. “Any released?”

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“Hopefully next week. I’m walking better and better. I only need a cane now,” she said. That sounded positive. “Good.” Derek started making noise, but he didn’t seem to be fussing. Just adding to the conversation. Victoria smiled. “He’s precious. I’m so glad you found him.”

1989/2029

“Nikolai did.” “How is that handsome man?” Destiny shouldn’t have said his name. She didn’t want to talk about him. Her heart was still aching. He’d called a few times, but she hadn’t answered. He didn’t know where she was because she’d moved. The landlord wouldn’t give out her new address to just anyone. She could make this break cleanly. With little fuss. “He’s okay.” Not wanting to mention that he’d been shot, she searched for a better subject. “Destiny Brown, what aren’t you telling me?” “Nothing, Gram. I just haven’t seen Nikolai in a few days,” she said.

1990/2029

That wasn’t a lie. She hadn’t seen him since he woke up in the hospital. She wouldn’t see him either. It was for the best. “That was a fine man, Destiny. Did you do something to push him away?” “He doesn’t want children, Gram. It’s okay. That’s his prerogative. He’s a bachelor and wants to stay that way.” “I saw how he looked at you, Destiny. That man would follow you anywhere.” She shook her head. No, he wouldn’t. He’d been sweet because that’s how he was, but that was the end of it. The conversation had continued like that until Destiny chose to leave. new

Now she surveyed the boxes in her living room. It wasn’t like the

1991/2029

apartments she’d been looking at, but it was okay for now. No security in the building, but she didn’t need that now. Next was her resignation letter. She’d never written one in her life. She’d always worked at Alman Enterprises. Working somewhere else would be odd, but she had to do it. Protecting her heart was important. Before she could start, Derek began to fuss. He’d been hard to settle down today. Maybe there was too much going on around him. She picked him up. His diaper was dry so she heated up a bottle. He wasn’t hungry. Every time she put him down, he fussed. “Guess you just need to be held today.”

1992/2029

So she juggled the baby while she tried to type on her laptop. She wasn’t sure what to say in her letter. She’d already sent out a few resumes for other jobs. The most promising one was at Yorisky Corporation, but she didn’t think she could work for Nikolai’s competitor. That would be a slap in the face to him. She wasn’t mad. She didn’t want revenge. She just wanted to move on with her life, build a new one with Derek and her grandmother. It was probably a time for a change anyway. She’d been stuck in a rut at Alman Enterprises. Now she was going to find something new and different and maybe go to school. She’d found a daycare for Derek already. He was due to begin on Monday. That way she

1993/2029

could look for a job without him around for a few hours each day. Her phone rang again. Nikolai left a message. Again. She hadn’t listened to any of them. He didn’t want children. She understood. There was no reason to prolong their relationship. They were going in different directions. Derek started to outright cry so she walked him around the apartment, bouncing him all the way. He wasn’t hungry. She tried a bottle again. She changed his diaper. He was inconsolable. “This part isn’t going to be fun.” Finally, Derek cried himself to sleep. She put him in his newly-delivered crib in her room. He was quiet for all of five

1994/2029

minutes. She had to pick him up again. At this rate, she’d never get the letter of resignation written. She wanted to spend time on it, but her attention was drawn to Derek instead. He needed something and she didn’t know what. For once, she actually wanted Nikolai here. He seemed to be able to calm the baby down easily. Heck, he could calm Destiny down, too. Or arouse her, which she shouldn’t be thinking about. It would be a long time before she would have sex again. Babies didn’t lend themselves to dating. She sighed. This was her life, but she wouldn’t change a thing.

1995/2029

*** Nikolai sat on the front porch of his cottage. The day was cold, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t spend another day inside. Not without Destiny. He couldn’t find her. He hadn’t used his police resources, but he was tempted. Why wasn’t she answering her phone? Her apartment had been rented to someone else. He sighed. She’d taken a few days off from work. He couldn’t even intercept her there. Monday he’d be back full time and he hoped she would show up then. He needed to talk to her. He’d changed his mind. About everything.

1996/2029

He loved her. He knew that. He even loved Derek. The little boy had wrapped himself around Nikolai’s heart. He wanted to do everything for him. Give him the best of it all. Now that he was taking over his father’s company, he’d have the stability to have a family. If only he could find Destiny. His phone rang. Sacha. “Hey, Sacha.” “Hey, Nik. Just wanted to let you know that Kendra had the baby. Natalia Gwen Kozlov entered the world.” “Natalia. That’s beautiful.” He suddenly longed to be able to tell someone that news. Who would have thought?

1997/2029

“You hear from Destiny?” Nikolai sighed. “No. Not yet. I’m thinking I have to use my cop skills and track her down, but she’s made it clear that she didn’t want me to find her. She’s made it tough enough. I was hoping that she’d come in to work on Monday.” “Then you can talk to her.” “I hope so.” “You’ve got it bad.” He rubbed a hand down his face. “Yes, I do, and I was an idiot for not telling her.” “I’m not going to argue with you on that. I almost lost Kendra because I was a jerk and didn’t tell her how I felt.” “You did. I remember. Wish I was smart enough to learn from your mistake. I

1998/2029

get to sit here all weekend. Alone. Wondering where she is and what she’s doing,” Nikolai said. Not how he’d like to spend his weekend. “Kendra will be home tomorrow. Come see the baby. It’ll cheer you up. She’s so beautiful.” Nikolai tried to imagine what his kids would look like if he had them with Destiny. He hoped they would get her eyes. She had such beautiful eyes. “I will. I’ll call first before I come over.” Not that he was excited to see Kendra and Sacha and their child. He knew it would hurt to see them so happy when he’d had

1999/2029

happiness in his hands and let it go. He hung up with Sacha. His father called next. “I know where she is,” he said. Nikolai perked up. “Yeah?” “Yes. Come pick me up. We'll go there now.” Nikolai hung up then fished his keys out of his pocket. His phone rang again. “I’m a popular guy tonight.” He answered. It was John Winters who had been looking at the books. “What’s the good news?” “I’ve traced the account to someone.” “I’m guessing Krevchenko?”

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2000/2029

“I did,” Nikolai said. “Well, I have the paper trail you’ll need for conviction. I’ll e-mail it all to you.” “Thanks, John, I owe you.” “A beer, buddy. It was kind of fun doing it.” Nikolai laughed. Only a forensic accountant would enjoy the task he’d given him. “Promise. I should be down in DC in a few weeks.” He’d have to clean out his apartment and his office. He was staying in New Jersey. He hadn’t thought about retiring from the FBI, but he was glad he was going ahead with it. He wanted more than chasing bad guys. He wanted to be able to go home at the end of the day.

2001/2029

He also wanted someone to be there. That was a major change. He hopped into his car and drove over to his father’s house. His stepmother answered the door. “For the record, I don’t agree with your father going with you. He shouldn’t be around the baby, especially if he’s in day care. You don’t know what he’s carrying.” “Have you tried to talk him out of it?” Nikolai said. He didn’t want to come between his father and his stepmother. She could be quite tough, but she had to be to deal with Yuri. The man was as stubborn as a mule. “Of course I did. He insists on talking to Destiny.”

2002/2029

Nikolai sensed this had more to do with Destiny than his father. “What’s going on? You don’t like Destiny.” His stepmother looked around then moved in closer. “I think he had an affair with her.” Nikolai shook his head. “He didn’t. I know this. It was a rumor, but it wasn’t true.” “You’re sure?” “Positive. I asked her myself.” “She didn’t lie?” “She wouldn’t lie to me. I know.” “If you say so. Why did she leave you?” “Because I’m a jerk who wasn’t willing to accept Derek into the equation.”

2003/2029

She looked him up and down. “You are now?” “Yes.” “Don’t let your father hold the baby. He loves kids, but it could be disastrous with his compromised immune system.” “Got it. I’ll do my best.” Yuri entered the living room. “Nik. You ready to go?” “I am. Let’s go to see Martin first. The cops should be there by now,” Nikolai said. His father nodded. Martin Krevchenko lived in a neighborhood almost as nice as Yuri’s. Without the gate around it. One step below. A police car sat in front of the house where Martin lived. Yuri and Nikolai climbed out of his car.

2004/2029

The cop was bringing Martin out as they reached the porch. His face lit up. “Guys, help me here. They have a warrant for my arrest. I didn’t do anything.” “We have evidence to the contrary,” Nikolai said. “What are you talking about? I didn’t do it. Destiny did it. She masterminded this whole thing.” Only Yuri’s hand on his arm stopped him from punching Martin. Nikolai took a deep breath. “Destiny didn’t do anything.” “You just think that because you fucked her.” Now he really needed to punch the man. He didn’t fuck Destiny. He’d made love to her. He just hadn’t known it at the time.

2005/2029

He hadn’t realized his feelings for her. “What Destiny and I do is none of your business.” “What does she see in you Almans?” Nikolai put a hand on Yuri’s arm as he stepped toward Martin. “Not worth it, Dad.” The old man sighed. “You’re right. You’ll rot in jail, Martin. I had thought we were friends.” “I’m innocent,” he yelled as he was shoved into the police car. Nikolai and Yuri watched the police car drive away. “You have Destiny’s address?” Nikolai asked. “Yes.”

2006/2029

He followed his father to his car. The man slid into Nikolai’s car. “Where am I headed?” He put the address in his phone’s navigation system then handed it to his father. “You’re my co-pilot.” “I want to make sure she’s okay,” Yuri said. “I understand. We need to reassure her that she isn’t getting arrested,” Nikolai said. He also wanted to bring her back to his place. She belonged there. She was his. Not his responsibility, but his partner. Who he wanted to spend time with. In and out of bed.

2007/2029

The apartment was in a nicer neighborhood than she’d lived before, but not as nice as the apartments they’d looked at. But it would do for now. * Destiny had just put Derek down when her doorbell rang. Who would be at her door now? It was a Friday night. Wasn’t everyone out? She probably would be if she didn’t have a baby to care for. Not that she’d been a big partier. The last time she’d been to a bar, she’d picked up Nikolai. Look how that turned out. No, she was safer at home with a glass of wine.

2008/2029

She looked through her peephole. Then she sighed. She opened the door. “You found me.” Yuri laughed. “Of course I did. I still have ties to my company.” He brushed past her. Nikolai stayed in the hallway. “Can I come in?” “Of course.” She didn’t really want him to, but to leave him out there would be rude. He kissed her cheek as he went by. He was looking pretty sexy in his faded jeans and buttondown shirt. Good thing Yuri was here. Who knew what they would get up to? Nikolai could be pretty persuasive.

2009/2029

She closed the door then leaned on it. “So to what do I owe a visit from two generations of Almans?” The two men looked at each other. Nikolai cleared his throat. “We wanted to let you know that the rumor at work is that you’re going to be arrested for embezzling money from the company.” “So Martin wasn’t lying.” “Martin?” Nikolai said. “When did you talk to him?” “Two days ago. He showed up at my old apartment. He told me he wanted to help me hide.” Nikolai’s face went red. Hopefully he wouldn’t try to beat the crap out of

2010/2029

Krevchenko, but he certainly looked as if he wanted to. “He was at your apartment?” “Yes, but I turned him away.” Nikolai fisted his hands. His father put his hand on his arm. “We’ll let the cops deal with it.” Nikolai nodded. “We have enough evidence to convict him. He’s going to get arrested tonight.” “Not at work?” “No, not at work. I don’t like making a scene,” Nikolai said. “That’s nice of you. Not that he deserves it. I’d like to see him rot in jail for some of the things he’s said to me. He spread that rumor that Yuri and I were having an affair,” Destiny said.

2011/2029

Yuri’s face went red. “My wife heard that. She was sure we did.” “I told her that you didn’t,” Nikolai said. Destiny rubbed a hand down her face. She wasn’t being charged. That was good since she hadn’t done anything wrong. These guys could leave now. She brushed past them and grabbed her wine glass. A few weeks ago she never kept wine in her house. Now she always had at least one bottle. Nikolai’s influence. “You’ll be free to go into work on Monday. The story will be out,” Nikolai said. “I won’t be going into work on Monday.” “Why not? You sick?” he said.

2012/2029

She wondered about the concern in his voice. Where was that coming from? She was safe now. He didn’t need to protect her. He could go back to his job. “I’m quitting. I was in the middle of writing my resignation notice when you guys knocked.” Nikolai’s eyes widened. Yuri looked at her as if she had two heads then turned to his son. “What the hell did you do to her?” Nikolai hung his head. Destiny wanted to smile. It was funny to see big, brave Nikolai chastised for once. He was still someone’s son. “I’m here to make it up to her.” What? What had he said? She didn’t dare get her hopes up.

2013/2029

Yuri approached her, taking her hands in his. “You will have to excuse my son. He can be a butt-head.” Butt-head? That sounded even funnier than usual with a Russian accent. “Yes, I’ve noticed.” Nikolai frowned. “If we could have some privacy.” He handed his keys to his father. “Drive home. I’ll get the car tomorrow. Destiny and I have a lot to talk about.” She wasn’t so sure about that, but she’d give him a chance. He had made the effort to find her. The least she could do was listen. Yuri kissed her cheek then left. She poured some more wine, plopping onto the couch to hear what he had to say.

2014/2029

“I’m sorry, Destiny. I haven’t been honest with you,” he began. No surprise there. “About what?” “About my plans for the future. I’m taking over my father’s business.” She didn’t want to be pleased, but she was. At least he was sticking around. Yuri should retire. “Your father has earned a few years of not working.” “He did. He’s a good man who built a solid company. I hope I can step into his shoes.” Nikolai doubting himself? How odd. “I’m sure you can.” He rubbed a hand down his face. “This is all new territory for me.”

2015/2029

She sipped her wine. He moved a little closer to her on the couch. She let him. He smelled good. Like soap and man. She had to resist him. “You aren’t going to make this easy are you?” “Nope.” He sighed then moved closer to her. He took her hand in his. “I was premature in stating that I didn’t want a baby in my life.” “Oh?” “I’ve fallen in love, Destiny. With you. With Derek.” “That doesn’t mean anything.” “It does. I never thought I’d want the whole picket fence thing. I liked the darker side of life, putting bad guys away, but I’ve

2016/2029

had a taste of domesticity and I like it. Who knew?” She wasn’t sure what to make of this Nikolai. He did seem very different. He seemed, settled. Content even. Should she believe him? “This seems like a sudden change of heart. How can I believe that you won’t want to go off and chase bad guys again?” “It isn’t sudden. I just wasn’t admitting it to myself, Destiny. I couldn’t admit it to you, but spending time with you and Derek has changed my attitude. Changed my mind. This is what I want. Right here.” She cocked her head, studying him. She’d never known him to lie to her. Never. He’d been brutally honest at times. She was

2017/2029

trying to figure out if he had an angle here. She couldn’t see one, so what he was saying must be true. He was putting himself out there when she hadn’t told him her feelings. He had no idea if she was going to take his heart and give him hers. She swallowed, then looked down at their hands. His large white ones and her smaller black ones. They worked together. They worked well together, not just as hands, but as two people who understood each other. “What are you asking me for?” “I want a chance to prove how I feel. To show you that I can be here for you. That I love you and I love Derek and that I want to be everything for both of you,” he said.

2018/2029

That was a large promise. One that had never been made to Destiny by anyone. She wanted to believe him, but part of her had never expected to hear these words from anyone. “I love you, Nikolai.” Once again her mouth engaged before her brain was done deciding. He smiled, then pulled her into a kiss. “I had hoped that you loved me, too. You think you can forgive me for being a butt-head?” She laughed. “Yes, I can forgive you.” “Good, because I want to spend the rest of my life making it up to you. You’re it for me, Destiny. This is the life I want. No looking over my shoulder. No pretending to be someone else. Me, Nikolai Alman, from

2019/2029

now on.” He pulled her closer. “I love you, Destiny Brown. Please marry me so we can adopt this little boy and raise him in the love we share.” She nodded, her throat too choked up with emotion for her to form words. Nikolai glanced around. “The baby’s asleep. I can’t promise you long days in bed, but we could fit in a quickie.” She laughed. Of course Nikolai would think of sex first, but her body had missed his. “I think in the future, Derek will have to have his own room.” Nikolai nodded as he captured her lips in a kiss. The baby didn’t wake up until they were done.

2020/2029

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