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“How much time do we have?”
“Not enough,” Piotr said and went back to the credenza where I kept my alcohol. Fucker always went for the GlenDronach as if he couldn’t get it in Poland.
“Do you have the inventory offshore?” I was referring to a private island that Piotr’s family owned in the Caribbean.
“Maybe!” Piotr turns his cold eyes on me.
“I’ll pay for the inventory, transport cost, and I’ll add a bonus for your staff’s discretion and willingness to expedite.”
“You think it's that easy?”
“No, I don’t fucking think any of this is easy. We’ve been hunting for the thieves and will get the guns back. No one fucks with my club, Piotr!” I stood and leaned on my desk, growling.
“Maybe you’re not as formidable as you think. I need to move some guys here to keep watch!”
“Don’t you fucking dare.” I went around my desk and stood inches from Piotr. The smell of alcohol on his breath.
We glared at each other for a minute.
“What’s going on?” I finally realized this wasn’t just about the missing guns.
“My father is not interested in this line of business,” he said, walking around me to pace.
“Since when? We’ve had all successful runs before now!”
“Guns mean extra heat from Interpol and the DEA,” Piotr said, sipping from the fresh glass, watching where he stepped on the carpet.
“Why now? His whole life has been about avoiding the authorities,” I asked incredulously.
Piotr turned to me, the anger still radiating from his body. “Just get the guns back. You have 48 hours to get a lead. Otherwise, it will not be pleasant.”
I watched his back as he stormed out of my office. I shoved my fingers through my hair and texted Ivy. Shit, Bridget, I was having a hard time reconciling her first name. I needed to blow off some steam tonight. I’d deal with the other shit tomorrow.
Chapter 19
Bridget Ivy
When I knocked on Loki’s office door at Ragnarök, he had his laptop opened and papers scattered all over, including a map. His posture strained, and I wondered what happened. His text was demanding.
“You summoned me, boss?” I teased.
Loki looked up, his expression pinched, brows knitted together, shoulders bunched with tension. It took him a few seconds before he smiled at me, but it wasn't the happy variety. More the sinister kind where I was the prey, and he was the hunter. That smile made my stomach clench and my pussy wet.
“Shut and lock the door,” he barked.
“Please?”
“What?” he asked, puzzled.
“A please would be nice,” I said, doing as he asked. I dropped my purse on the chair beside the door.
His face changed to one of amusement as he walked to the wall. He moved a latch on the door frame and a mechanical sound filled the room. I watched in awe as the wall slid sideways, opening up to a room beyond. The first thing I saw was a swing hanging from the ceiling. A bed set up on the wall opposite. He walked into the room and took off his shirt, tossing it to the floor. I’m mesmerized by the muscles in his back. Above his right shoulder, he had a tattoo of a girl, dressed in armor with flowing blond hair, sword in one hand and beautiful black wings. The colors contract sexily with his skin tone.
When Loki turned back to me, his hands were on his belt. I just watched, a little in awe at how presumptuous he was. He’d basically called me up to his sex room, assuming he’d get what he wanted without asking. I was in a bit of a mood myself, so I simply watched him.
He had a dark look in his eyes as he threw his belt down. His jeans and boxers were over his hips and pooled on the floor in record time. He stepped out of them, leaving them discarded where they landed. I put one hand on my hip, raking my eyes up and down his alluring body. He was all lean muscle, powerful thighs, a defined stomach and shoulder and arm muscles that could melt panties. I concentrated on my breathing, keeping it even.
Loki smirked at me and curled his pointer finger at me in a gesture to come to him. I smirked right back and stayed where I was. For a full tense minute, we stared at each other.
