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From beside me, Tam issued soft snores.
That fucker.
Chapter Fifteen
Tam
We flew back to theUK the following morning.
It had been a shame really. I’d have quite liked to keep Hallie Wynter in that bed, listening to her sweet little cries as I made her come over and over, licking her pussy, sucking her tits, bending her over and spanking that perfect pale arse. But she needed to know her place, and after last night’s show at the bar, I wasn’t going to give her any more than I already had.
Besides, we’d needed to leave Estonia. At some point, Rasmus was going to figure out that his brother was dead rather than missing, and he may come after us. I preferred he did so while we were on home turf. I didn’t know how many fellow Estonians Rasmus would be able to pull together, but I had a good feeling he’d have outnumbered us if we’d stayed in his country.
Hallie had barely spoken to me all morning. She’d pushed her breakfast around on her plate and had responded in only one-word answers, even when Jodie had spoken to her. Everyone had witnessed the scene at the bar, and no one needed to know what had followed afterwards.
I was still frustrated that I hadn’t been able to narrow down exactly who had switched the money on us. Had it been Kaspar? Possibly. Or Kaspar may have been the one who could have pointed the finger, given a bit of encouragement, such as losing fingers of his own. Damn my bloody trigger-happy cousin. Perhaps I should never have brought Sly, but the more men we had the better when it came to challenging locals in the middle of nowhere.
We got back to the house early afternoon. Hallie threw down her stuff and stormed off.
“Where are you going?” I found myself speaking to her back as she made her way up the stairs.
“Anywhere you’re not.”
I folded my arms and propped myself against the bottom part of the banister. “I never gave you permission to walk away.”
“I don’t need your permission.”
“I’m going out to dinner tonight,” I called after her. “You’re coming.”
She’d been halfway up the stairs, but now she paused and looked back at me over her shoulder. “Dinner?”
“You could even call it a date.”
She faced me fully and cocked her head to one side. “If you’re going to take me on a date, I should get to choose where to go.”
I gave a small laugh, as though the idea of her picking was absurd. “No. You don’t know where in the city is safe.”
