Sam scowls at me through the rear-view mirror. “We agreed, no more touching than what’s necessary.”
“And it isnecessary,” Illya snaps, “for her to look as perfectly put together as the only daughter of the head of the Murphy family, otherwise Mikhail will see right through us.” He holds up a grainy picture of my mugshot from when I was arrested. My hair is a rat's nest, there are dark circles under my eyes, and I look like absolute hell. All dolled up like this, even if Mikhail looked at this picture yesterday, he would never make the connection.
The only thing that might give us away is if he’s seen the person I’m supposed to be impersonating.
“And you’re sure nobody has seen this…Siobhan Murphy in person?” It would be mighty hard to pretend to be someone and look the exact opposite of them.
“Only Killian Murphy’s inner circle, as far as I know. All anyone else knows is that she has red hair and is an omega,” Luka snickers. “Really, it works out perfectly for us that all you Irish families look alike.”
My jaw drops in indignation, but Illya takes over the conversation. “Due to her designation, her father keeps her tightly under wraps. But…it will not be hard to convinceourfather that Luka and I managed to tempt the daughter into the outside world with promises of love and affection. But…you will get your accent under control, right?”
I roll my eyes, dropping the southern twang that falls from me naturally. “Of course, Illya. Do you think I’m some kind of amateur?"
“Woah. That’s weird.” Luka shakes his head. “Okay, so let’s recap. How did we get you out into the world?”
“You accidentally went into the wrong room at the Murphy residence during a handoff and found me.” I recite the story they told me. “We were instantly drawn to each other, and Fatherwas very pleased I took to you, given your family connections and the fact you buy your guns from us—which means you’re likely to purchase me from him. He does care somewhat about my happiness though, and since we are still in the early stages of courting, he has not reached out to Mikhail himself regarding a contract.”
“Perfect,” Luka purrs.
“If you used that tone on my omega again while not in front of Father, I will rip your dick off, Luka.” Kole’s voice comes in through the small receiver in our ears, and Illya grimaces.
“Just getting into character,bratishka.”
Kole snorts. “Yes, well, keep yourcharacterto yourself if you want any hope of finding your own omega. I doubt ‘lacking dick and knot’ is on any woman’s checklist for finding a male partner.”
“Hush now,” I scowl, smoothing down the skirt of my dress as I chastise my alpha. “We’re almost there, and don’t forget, you need to stay hidden until we give the code word.”
“I know, I know,” he huffs, “I do not know why you think I will not be able to control myself.”
“Youdidbeat two men to death with your bare hands not even a week ago, Sugar Bear,” I say lightly, taking a compact out of my clutch to double check my makeup.
“Those men were physically assaulting you and deserved worse,” he growls.
“Just remember,” I pat my thigh where my new dagger is strapped on under the dress as I slip back into my Southern accent, “I’m not defenseless this time.”
“We need your dominance, Nikolai,” Illya reminds him. “Father would be able to shrug any of our commands off, but we needyouto force him to sign a transfer of ownership before we kill him. If you lose your head too soon, we will not inherit any ofthe family businesses, and Alexei will be free to continue to trade omegas as he pleases.”
Lucky Mikhail Vasiliev isn’t a beta, or else this plan would be useless, considering alpha dominance only works on omegas and other alphas.
“Yes, yes, I will keep my head on.” He huffs, and I find a small smile tilting at my lips.
“I love you. Everythin’ will be fine.”
“And I love you,lyubov' moya.We are pulling around to the back of the building now. Be safe.”
The car comes to a stop, and I shift between the two brothers, glad I put some alpha-gel under my nose so I don’t have to smell everyone.
I nearly bathed in the scent-neutralizer myself, making sure I was covered head to toe so nobody gets a whiff of how close to my heat I am.
Relaxing my shoulders, I put on my best charming smile and prepare to pretend to be madly in love with my mate’s brothers.
Luka slides out first, then holds his hand out to me, helping me out of the vehicle.
“Thank you so much…Alpha.” I flutter my lashes, making sure my southern accent is locked up tight.
Mikhail Vasiliev may not immediately connect me to my real identity, but I don’t need him to have any doubts.
Illya exits the car behind us, and I look up at the restaurant in front of us. “Why is it called…‘Slick Move?’”
