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Chapter 15
Iwas so damn excited about seeing her again today. It had been two days since I’d last seen her—and tasted her. Two excruciating days without her beautiful eyes and breathtaking smile. Two endless days without her perfume in my nose and her pretty smile warming me from the inside. For two days, my cock had been hard, wanting nothing more than to fill her up as she moaned my name and begged for more.
I straightened the bowtie around my neck and patted down the black suit as I looked at myself in the mirror.
“Not bad for a middle-class cop, huh?” I asked Thor, who was looking at me from the bed.
He blinked at me, then closed his eyes. “As if you’d know, you were sleeping in trash cans before I saved you.” I scanned my reflection once more: the clean-shaven face, the immaculate suit. I walked over to give Thor a quick pat on the head and find my black leather shoes.
“Don’t stay up too late,” I said as I grabbed the wrapped present for Mila from the nightstand and laced my shoes.
It was still bright out, late afternoon when I got into my truck. Mila had texted me to come over to her place for a glass of champagne and some light snacks before we’d all go out to eat at a place downtown. She hadn’t told me to dress up, but I assumed that the restaurant her brother had booked for us wouldn’t be a chicken-wing pub.
As I was approaching Beacon Hill, Boston’s most elite neighborhood, I checked my pockets for my phones and the present. Obviously, I’d left my gun at home. A man like Andrei would be able to spot my concealed weapon from a mile away simply by how the fabric of my shirt flowed differently.
I stopped in front of the address Mila had given me, but as I looked at the house, I double-checked to make sure I’d gotten it right. I mean, I knew they were wealthy...but this? A million bucks in Beacon Hill barely got you a room and a toilet, so the historic mansion in front of me surely couldn’t be it. I parked in front of a row of brick townhomes not far from the detached mansion and looked around. Even these two-thousand square foot townhomes were well above three mil. One of those had to be it.
Suddenly, the mansion’s big, black metal gate opened, and a man in a black suit stepped out. He was about my height, but unlike Mila, he was blonde with blue eyes. He walked toward me, each step elegant and precise... like a cheetah.
“Officer Davis,” he said in a confident tone as he stopped in front of me. He stretched out his hand. “Are you lost?”
I had mentally prepared myself for this moment, standing eye-to-eye with one of the most dangerous assassins alive, but for a second, I froze, which made the motion of my hand stretching out to meet his look hesitant.
Get a grip, man!
His face was relaxed and cool, and—after a quick breath during which I reminded myself I was trained for this moment—so was mine.
“You can call me Noah,” I said,grabbing his hand for a strong shake.
Andrei’s eyes wandered from my face to my work truck.
“They make you drive that trashy thing off duty as well?” There was a hint of arrogance in his voice.
Exactly how I’d imagined him.
I smiled innocently. “No, but I find myself confronted with animals when I don’t have it around, so I’ve gotten in the habit of taking it wherever I go.”
Andrei’s lips curled into a thin smile.
“I see now what my sister finds so entertaining about you.”
I had a few cunning things to say to that, but for once in my life, I was able to keep my mouth shut.
“Well, please come this way,” he said and strode back to the mansion. The enormous, green doors were wide open. We walked into a great entrance hall, the kind one would expect in a castle. Our footsteps echoed on the polished marble floors in between red Persian rugs. An older woman came striding over to us. She was wearing one of those ridiculous black-and-white maid uniforms.
“Is there anything you need, sir?” she asked in a thick, Russian accent.
“No, we’ll wait in the study for my sister while she gets ready,” Andrei replied as he continued walking through large, golden doors into the study. I followed and watched him take a seat in a green silk chair next to the fireplace. The whole room was decorated with paintings in antique golden frames, some of them priceless, I assumed. I heard the large doors of the study close behind us and turned at the sound of the maid’s footsteps leaving.
Andrei grabbed a crystal carafe of whiskey from the side table next to him and filled two glasses. He stretched out his arm to offer me one of them. I grabbed the glass and scanned the confident man in front of me. He was not as muscular as I was but had a lean fitness to him.
Taking a sip of probably the best whiskey I would ever taste in my life, I slipped one hand into my pants pocket and walked closer to the wall with the oil paintings. The largest of them pictured an impoverished mother in rags holding her baby in her arms right after giving birth. Sweat glued her hair into strands as her love-filled eyes fell onto the baby in her arms. A dirt-covered man held her in a tight embrace, his own loving gaze focused on the woman’s face.
“Ah.” I heard Andrei’s voice from behind me. “You have a good eye. This one is my favorite.”
I didn’t turn or ask why. There was a brief moment of silence, then Andrei continued. “The scene depicts the one thing my sister never had nor will have but craves the most.” He slurped a sip from his whiskey as if it was coffee. “A perfect family.”
Glass still in hand, I looked at the marvelous details of the painting a bit longer, impressed by how real it looked, then turned to face Andrei.
