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King grabs her and kisses the hell out of her, then looks to me
“Not at all. It turns me on knowing our girl has a dark and twisted side.” He bends down, handing Nat the shirt she discarded earlier, and slaps her ass as she turns around to grab her pants.
“Well, looks like I have some calls to make, and Conrad, you might as well listen in so we can send in the recording from Nat’s necklace along with all the info we obtained on Ingram. The board needs to know what happened here. We’ll also need to call in a cleanup crew,” Stryker announces and kisses Nat quickly as he heads down a hallway to an office, closing the door behind him.
Conrad follows behind him, but before entering the room, he walks across the hall. We all look at each other questioningly, but when the music suddenly stops, we have our answer as to what he was up to. Then we see him step out of the room and open the door Stryker had just closed. Before he enters, I yell for him.
“Conrad!” He turns and looks at me with an eyebrow raised.
“When going through the feed of Natalia’s necklace, could you make me a copy of the performance we just gave? I’d love to watch it on lonely nights.”
Conrad smirks and rolls his eyes at me before strolling into the room and slamming the door behind him. Twenty minutes and some shouting later, Stryker and Conrad exit the room. Stryker announces the cleanup crew will be here in ten, and it’s time we head home to get cleaned up ourselves.
We all head toward the exit of the Kandy Factory. Just as we hit the parking lot and are about to enter our vehicles, King shouts, “What should we do for dinner? I can call Marcela and have her bring pizza back to the house.”
Not even noticing hot-and-angry wasn’t with them when they walked in, I ask, “Where is the grudge-holding queen?”
“When we heard Ingram say they were targeting BJ, we had Marcela head to the safe house to keep eyes on her. When we heard the struggle, though, we called her back here, but I can divert her for a dinner run instead,” King suggest, chuckling.
“She’ll love her new mission. I could go for some pizza. Can you get ham and pineapple?”
King raises an eyebrow at me “I knew you were fucked, Volkov, but this takes the cake.”
I just laugh and get in the vehicle I drove here. Glancing in the rearview mirror, I smile to myself when I seeMalyshkacurled up with Conrad. I’m glad I have my woman back, even if she came back to me with three extra bodies attached to her. I’ve never seen her smile as much as she does when we are all together. Now, we just need to get Katia back, and she’d have nothing left to worry about.
Except wherever the fuck Umbra has fucked off to.
We arrive back at the house, and I pull Conrad to the side to ask if everything went okay in the office. They were very tight-lipped after they came out, just telling us a clean-up crew was coming. I don’t like that; if we are a team, we need to know everything. Especially if it involves Natalia.
“Yeah, the board wasn’t happy we dealt with this alone without letting them know anything about it. I explained we couldn’t be sure that any of them weren’t on the same team as Ingram. That settled them down some. They’ll be in touch with us in twenty-four hours to inform us who will be taking Ingram’s place as head of The Elite,” he tells me.
“AndMalyshka?”
“She’s fine. We played a fraction of the recording from the necklace after I sent the files. They said they’d take care of everything with no fall-back on us.” He claps me on the back as he walks toward the dining room.
I guess I will take his word for it. If anything comes back to bite Natalia in the ass, I will cut off their dicks and present them toMalyshkaon a gold platter.
Conrad
Whatadamnnightthat was. I still can’t believe Ingram is dead.
Sitting in bed, I recount the events of last night. Our girl was so damn hot up on that stage with Alexie when she thought no one was watching her. You could tell she felt so free in the moment. It was definitely a little twisted with a dead body next to them, but hot. Then I hear a loud yell from downstairs…Stryker.
“Good morning, fuck faces, get your asses up and come down here!” he bellows from the bottom of the staircase. “Don’t bother getting dressed, just get down here!”
Ughhhh, what now?I swear to God, it is always something around here. I’m only wearing a pair of boxer briefs since that’s what I sleep in, so I pull on a pair of gray sweatpants but stay shirtless and barefoot as I head downstairs.
We all file into the dining room one by one like little toy soldiers. Sleepy, worn out, and disheveled in our PJs. Marcela is already here and sitting at the table with her signature coffee mug with that little mermaid on the label in her hand. Stryker looks all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as he slams a large leather duffle bag on the table.
“Why do you have a huge bag? It’s too early for all this, Stryker,” I ask in a sleepy gruff tone, really wishing I had some coffee in my hand to sip at.
Stryker looks over to Marcela, ignoring me in favor of telling her how glad he is that she’s already here this morning since they are the only ones not living in the house at the moment.
“I’m moving in, guys. After the event of last night, finding the mole and Ingram’s death, and well, just everything that has happened lately, we all need to be close together. It will also help us to work on this case.”
He continues, “Also, the selfish bastard in me is moving in because I don’t want all these other men living with my Little Fox and getting all the live-in boyfriend benefits without me. So, I wanna stay close.” He tosses a wink toward a sleepy-eyed Nat.
She blushes and throws her hands up in the air with a shoulder shrug, an ‘oh well, you got me’ type of motion.
