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She swiftly answers, “Yes, Elise,” then hangs up and makes to leave, taking my chance with her.

She begins to fade into the dark shadows of the night, when suddenly she turns back, shooting me a warning glance that sends a chill down my spine. “If I find out you had anything to do with the Brigadier’s disappearance, you’d better run. I won’t be able to protect you from Nikolai.”

I’m willing to take my chances. The Brigadier has something I need, and it’s worth the risk of punishment from the Bratva.

CHAPTER FIVE

LEXI

“I’m so stressed right now,” I confess, tossing my clothes across the room onto the chair before sinking onto the massage table.

“I’ll take care of you,” Lacey assures me as she picks up the bottle of oil and squeezes some into her palm. She begins to gently massage my lower back, her hands gliding up both sides of my spine to my shoulders.

I exhale deeply, the tension all melting away. “Lacey, this feels so good right now.”

Lacey and I worked together at a strip club years ago, and we quickly became friends. She saved her money to become a masseuse, but quickly learned that living in New York, giving massages was hard. With my investment, Lacey now owns an exclusive massage lounge in the city. Her wealthy clients are willing to pay a substantial amount for beautiful women to touch them in all the right places.

“I heard you …” Lacey’s fingers ease between my ass, and my pussy pulses in response. “Kidnapped the Brigadier.”

“Let me guess, Robyn called you,” I huff.

I wonder just how much Robyn has shared with Lacey.

Did she mention how I rode his thighs, my waist pressed against the zipper of his pants, and fucking called him Daddy? The most dangerous part is that I loved it.

There’s a flutter between my legs, persistent as thoughts of Valentin tied in the basement fill my mind.

“Do you think he’ll give us Petrov?”

“I’m still working on it.” My body tightens once more in response to this discussion. “He’ll talk tomorrow.”

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Lexi,” she says, running her hands along my calves.

The thing is, they depend on me to find Petrov, but they get so worked up when they don’t agree with my methods. Did they really think someone like the Brigadier would give us any information? Of course not! I need to play the part.

I will get what I need from the Brigadier.What’s wrong with a bit of fun during work?

“The Brigadier will give us what we want. I promise.”

I let out a soft sigh, wondering if telling the Brigadier what Petrov did to me would make him tell me where he is. He looked as if he wanted to help, almost angry about it.

I still have a hard time believing him.

The Brigadier could be the one who gave Petrov the order to hurt us. After all, he’s close to the Savins, and they control the Bratva, which means that in turn, they control Petrov too.

I thought about going back to the warehouse, unzipping his slacks with my teeth, riding his cock. However, I know Ivy and suspect she’s likely following me, so I decided to come here instead.

“Turn around,” Lacey instructs, flipping me gracefully onto my back.

As I lie there, she gently places a soft towel over my eyes. The thrill of being naked and unable to see the person whose hands are gliding over my skin creates an intoxicating sense of allure.

I close my eyes and take a slow, deep breath, drinking in her touch, fully immersing myself in the warm scent of lavender as she warms more oil in her hands.

Her fingers trace the back of my neck, swirling in rhythmic circles before they glide toward my throat, increasing the pressure ever so slightly. Her touch ignites a cascade of pleasure that spreads through my entire body, causing a soft, involuntary moan to escape my lips. “Ahh, yes!”

The warm breath brushing against my ear feels both tantalizing and unnerving, sending a shiver cascading down my spine as she whispers, “Did you think you could kill a man like me, Krasotka?”

What the fuck?