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His hands rub baby oil into my thighs, his head turned down.
I'm certain we wouldn't be doing this if he had proof Nico was guilty.
"It was a kidnapping. They broke in and shot Gavriil. Nico tried to fight them…"
"He's innocent," I breathe slowly. "That's all I need."
"We will find him," Knox promises as the collar goes around my throat.
I just hope he finds him in time. It's been three days. He could be in Romania by now.
Moving to the pole, hearing my playlist in my head, I think of the positives. Knox is now trying to save him; they all are. That has to be enough.
The beat of the song drops, playing through my earbuds so Knox can work in peace, and I dance.
I am Knox's biggest muse and greatest distraction, and I dance like my movements give him strength.
This is different from my usual private dancing. Normally his eyes are on me, his thoughts are on me, and it ends with sex.
Despite my dick swinging freely in the wind, this isn’t about sex. This is work.
Dancing for people who are busy is what I used to do. Sure, they'd watch me, they'd applaud the tricky bits. But they also chat to others, drink, work, and many other things I'm sure.
"They’re in my fucking hotel." Knox jumps to his feet so fast, I lose my grip on the pole and stumble backwards onto my bum.
"Sorry, treasure. I think I've found them." He starts towards me to help, but I don’t want to distract him now he has somewhere else to be.
"Go. I'm fine. Go." As much as I feel abandoned at this point, finding Nico in time is the only thing that matters. No time to wallow here in self-pity, I'm almost certain Knox will order someone to check on me, and I am too naked for that.
Knox is too great a man to abandon me like that. He pulls me up and into him, one arm holds me tight like I'm the centre of the world. The other dials a number that sounds like it might end the world.
Blood brothers.
Who puts a number in their phone under that heading?
Knox does.
"Hey, are you guys free?"
"Never free. Why does the mighty slayer need our help?"
"I need a hostage extraction. I'm going by myself, but I need guys from outside the family to deal with this. Three pricks took a kid, and this is too close to home to let emotions get in the way."
"Either the slayer found someone to melt that heart, or the kid is your foreign brat."
"Both. I found someone. Took my eyes off the ball. Nico got snatched in the fallout."
"Just tell me when and where."
"Thanks."
"Who was that?" I question, the disappointment already in my tone. He doesn’t have time to stop and tell me. It's none of my business really.
"Three brothers through circumstance. They are who people like me call to clean up something like this."
"Like step-brothers?"
"Foster brothers. And they say blood is thicker than water."
