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That felt so good.
As I wash the blood from my knuckles, Kyle watches me through the mirror.
“Fucking lightweight.” He growls because Freddie really didn’t put up any fight at all.
I always let my prisoners free and encourage them to fight back. I’m not interested in fighting a man who is defenseless. Where’s the fun in that?
I gaze at my reflection and frown.
“Fuck, he didn’t even land a punch. There’s not a scratch on me.”
“And you’re upset about that?” Kyle shakes his head. “I can rough you up a bit if you like.”
It makes me laugh. “You could try. It may even be fun, but we must head back to the club. We have a revenge to enjoy.”
We make our way back and I think about what Freddie told us and say to Kyle, “That number plate. I kind of wish it was mine. Do you know who it belongs to?”
“Yes.” Kyle pulls out his phone. “I was on it the minute he told us, and it came back registered to a man called Alexei Komonov.”
“Who is he?”
I’m curious because I have never heard the name before.
“Some guy who owns half of Russia. He’s a big shot businessman there.”
“Then why is he picking up women off the streets of New York who end up minus their heart the next day? Something isn’t adding up here.”
“I agree.” Kyle shakes his head. “Komonov wasn’t even in the country on that day, or even the weeks surrounding it. He was on vacation at his home in Hawaii and his car was having some work done on it at the time of the abduction.”
“Maybe we should dig a little deeper.”
Kyle nods in agreement and I add, “Check out anyone who fakes license plates. I’m guessing it was a decoy. Somebody wants us to believe it was this guy. Possibly somebody with a grudge against him. Discover everything you can about him. Who he is friends with, who he fucks, and who he entertains. The person doing this is running circles around us, and I want to know why.”
Kyle makes notes into his phone and places it in his pocket as we pull up in the underground car park.
As we leave the car, I hate the feeling of losing control. Something is going on around us and nobody will be safe until we find out who killed the girl and who is framing Rafferty Powell for murder and why?
* * *
“I am so nervous.What if it’s a failure?”
I hardly hear what Allegra is saying because I want to rip that dress off and fuck her until she can’t walk.
She is wearing the same gold dress she danced in the night she came to my club and the fact she’s wearing nothing underneath is like a red flag to a bull. Her hair is long and the mask sexy and the six-inch heels she is wearing make her legs go on forever.
“Come here.” I say with a low growl and her eyes light up as she drags the zipper down, low enough to tease and says huskily, “Does sir want me to dance for him?”
“Sir wants you to do a lot more than fucking dance, sweetheart.” I growl and she throws her head back and laughs before sucking her finger and saying suggestively, “Then you will have to pay the going rate and rent a room.”
“I’ll pay a lot more than the going rate if you come over here and get on all fours.”
“Don’t tempt me.” She says with a sigh and then glances nervously at the nearby carriage clock.
“It’s time.”
I know she is right to dismiss my request because tonight is too important to us both for any distractions getting in the way, but she looks so good in that dress I just can’t help myself and with a short stride, grab her wrist and push her face first against the wall, inching her dress up around her waist and hissing, “Spread your legs.”
“Fuck, Shade.” Her voice is dripping in lust and as I release my throbbing cock, I waste no time in plunging in deep from behind, slamming her against the wall as I do what the fuck I want as always.
