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I nod.
He kisses me, his lips soft at first, but the kiss quickly turns possessive. I mold my lips to his, parting them in invitation. His tongue delves into my mouth, claiming and arousing. Proof of his constant desire for me, even when the world is burning around us.
No one rushes the kiss. Not even Orion.
When Atlas finally lifts his head, his blue gaze is dark with desire. "Do not leave this room until I come for you."
"Okay."
His face shifts into an emotionless mask and he turns away. A predator's energy emanates from him and it turns me on way more than it should. No matter what I tell myself, I have always sensed the danger in him. The darkness.
And I am in love with it as much as everything else about him.
The way he treats me like I'm the only person in the building even when the club is filled with gorgeous women on the make. The way he listens to me and values my opinion. The way he makes love to me like I am the only woman he will ever want.
The way he takes charge in the bedroom to take care of me, not keep me under his thumb.
An apex predator, Atlas doesn't need to treat me like I am less than to make himself more.
"Be careful," I call as he leaves.
He nods without looking back. I know why. It's as hard for him to leave me as it is for me to let him go.
But Atlas has a job to do.
He has to go hunting to protect his family, me and the baby included.
ATLAS
"We are staying at the house..." He names a surprisingly populated area, but it is in the Dobro Pozhalovat community.
Hiding in plain sight, this property is not on the list thepakhangave us. Does that mean he hid it from us deliberately, or doesn't know about it? Both are equally likely scenarios.
Its location explains Dimitri naming the neighborhood in Moscow during interrogation. While there are many Baltic immigrants living in the area, the name for the community is Russian.Welcome.
No way do the inhabitants want to welcome the Golubev Bratva.
Pricking slightly deeper into myguestsballsac, I ask, "House number?"
He shakes his head and I drag my knife slowly down, making a clean cut right between his testicles. His scream tells me he's close to giving me what I want.
It's a myth that soldiers can be trained to withstand torture indefinitely. If the man has a certain personality type, he will die an excruciating death before giving up information he isn't supposed to. If he doesn't, he will break. And I am not just a gold medal assassin; my torture techniques do not fail.
I wipe my bloody knife on his cheek. "House number."
The words are a whisper, but I hear them. Helios is there and he sends the address to one of his tech geniuses for confirmation.
It takes fifteen minutes, during which the prisoner sobs and begs for death.
"Satellite images and traffic cams close to the address confirm the arrival of sixteen men the day before yesterday. There is no sign of Ivan. My guy is tracking two four man teams through traffic cams now for approximate locations."
"What about the other four men?" I took out three of the four men trying to kill me earlier.
My current 411 connection to the bratva is the one still living picked up by the clean up crew.
"What was your directive?" I ask the now weeping man.
"To kill the Rokos brothers."
