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by Katee Robert


  She blinked those hazel eyes at him. “I’m going to need a minute before I regain the use of my legs.”

  Sheer satisfaction flared. The sated look written over her face was his doing. She’d be feeling the aftereffects of pleasure for a while now, and every time she did, she’d think of him.

  Tomorrow, he’d give her more to think about.

  “Dmitri,” she prodded. “The task.”

  He dragged himself back to what had to be the priority. “I need you to take charge of the reception.”

  “What? No.”

  He spoke quickly and firmly. “This is important, Keira. I’m not giving you busy work. This will be our first event as a married couple, and as such, we’ll have half a dozen families there who want to kill each other. Your family will be there, which means both the Sheridans and Hallorans will be represented as well. Ivan and his wife will be there, watching to report back any weakness they see. It is vital that it proceeds without any issues.”

  She thinned her lips, but finally nodded. “I don’t know how to throw a party.”

  “I find that hard to believe. You might have never been a host, but you’ve seen countless ones put together.” He saw the flicker of doubt and relented. “I have a woman who I usually hire to take care of these types of things. I’ll set up a meeting for the two of you in the morning.”

  “Okay.” She hesitated. “Are you coming to bed?”

  A loaded question if he’d ever heard one. “Not tonight.” It was more complicated than he wanted to go into, but it had become increasingly clear that Keira truly could be his if they could get out of each other’s way long enough to make it happen. Dmitri didn’t think he knew how to do that any more than she did, and they didn’t have the luxury of time to figure it out.

  Sink or swim.

  Those were their only options.

  He caught her around the waist, holding her in place, and waited until she met his gaze. “I want to. I would give damn near anything to spend the rest of the night with you. But if I come upstairs now, we will fuck, and you need time.”

  “I think I know what I need more than you do.”

  He tightened his grip. “You need sleep more than you need my cock. Part of what it means to be a leader is making personal sacrifices. Not being with you tonight is a sacrifice that has to be made.”

  Keira finally nodded. “I get it.” He released her, and she immediately slid off the desk and went to grab his robe. She shrugged into it, and a part of him mourned the loss of the view.

  “Have dinner with me tonight—tomorrow night, I mean.”

  “We already tried that—several times.”

  “No politicking. No guests. Just you and me.”

  Keira tied the cloth belt and hesitated. “Fancy shit?”

  As much as he wanted to have her the way she was now, her hair tangled from their earlier fucking, her skin flushed from her orgasm, naked but for his robe, he wanted to capture that glamorous version of her, too. He permitted himself a smile. “Fancy shit.”

  “Then hold on to your ass, Romanov. I’ll show up ready to wow.” She strode out of the office, and he watched her go. It was a gamble putting her in charge of anything, but one he had to take.

  More, one he wanted to take.

  What would Keira become if given the freedom and power to do so?

  Only one way to find out.

  Alexei appeared in the doorway after Keira had left. “There’s new information on the Eldridges. I sent it to your computer.”

  “Spasibo.”

  He spent the next hour wading through the new intel. He needed to know how Alethea had secured Mae’s bail. Obviously the woman had dirt on someone higher up, and knowing who would be vital in continuing on this path. If she was doing something as mundane as blackmail, her victim would likely thank him for removing the issue. If it was a partner or some sort, that changed things.

  The problem was that Keira’s scent had permeated the office. With every inhale, he was transported back to the vision of her spread out on his desk, her hazel eyes hooded with pleasure, her body primed for him. All he wanted was to leave the office and climb the stairs to the master suite so he could finish what they’d started here.

  The phone rang, and Dmitri took a few precious seconds to get his head on straight and check the time—five a.m.—before he answered. “Romanov.”

  “I have the location for you.” Cillian O’Malley’s voice was perfectly businesslike, just like it was every time he was forced to deal with Dmitri.

  He didn’t even blame the man for it. If their situations were reversed, he imagined he’d feel the same. The only difference was that Dmitri wouldn’t show his dislike every time they interacted and give his enemy ammunition to further get under his skin.

  There wasn’t time for any of that at the moment. “I’m listening.”

  “I’ve e-mailed it all over, though you’ll have to click through a few links to unscramble it.”

  Dmitri blew out a silent sigh of relief. He’d been sure Cillian had the skill set, but it was one thing to be sure in theory and another to have the man following through on his promise. “If I find them, I’ll relay the information.”

  “No, you won’t, and we both know it. Which is why Mark will be arriving shortly.”

  Fuck. The last thing he wanted to deal with was an O’Malley man underfoot. They had enough going on without adding to the dynamic, and he didn’t know how Keira would react. Would she be pleased to see Mark? The thought didn’t sit well with Dmitri. Mark lived in the O’Malley house. He would have had unlimited access to her over the years. Dmitri wasn’t aware of their relationship being anything other than platonic, but he’d also missed the fact that Seamus had hurt Keira.

  Going home had done a number on her. He hadn’t had a chance to address it yet, but that was the event where everything pivoted. She might not have been settling in here, exactly, but she’d withdrawn after going back to Boston. Dmitri initially thought it was because of homesickness, but she walked out of that house with ghosts in her eyes.

  “Romanov.”

  He shook his head. He shouldn’t be mentally wandering while on the phone with an O’Malley. Even Cillian. Especially Cillian. “I’ll discuss it with Keira, and we’ll make arrangements for him to stay where she’s most comfortable.” Somewhere not in this fucking house.

  “You’re really married to this fantasy that she wants to be there, aren’t you?”

  “I’m really married to her.”

  Cillian cursed. “She’s barely more than a child.”

  “She’s twenty-one and more than capable of making her own decisions. But that’s the problem, isn’t it? Not that you think I forced her, but that she chose me.”

  “I know how you operate. You wouldn’t have to force her if you leaned hard enough on the right pressure points.”

  It was a valid argument, and it was how Dmitri pushed Keira into coming with him in the first place. That changed nothing. “She made her choice. Respect it.”

  “I’ll respect it when I believe it was actually her choice,” Cillian fired back.

  Her family would never believe it. Even if her feelings for him turned into something real, they’d still doubt and question and chip away at the fragile balance Dmitri had fought so hard for. There was too much history between him and the O’Malleys for them to do anything else.

  For the first time, he regretted the plays he’d made—just a little.

  “Thank you for the information, Cillian.” He hung up before either of them could say anything further. They would never be friends, but he respected Cillian for the way he treated Olivia and Hadley.

  That didn’t mean he’d let the man do whatever he damn well pleased, though.

  Dmitri pulled up his information on the Eldridges and plugged the range of coordinates into his system. He doubted they’d stay in one of their publically owned properties, but he knew a number of their safe houses—the very ones Mikhail had been searchin
g.

  It was almost impossible to pin down an exact location on a phone that had been turned off or destroyed, but Cillian had noted the towers it had pinged last and created a circle that Mikhail must have been inside at the time. The Eldridges could have snatched him off the street and transported him elsewhere, but there hadn’t been so much as a single sighting since Mae posted bail. He didn’t doubt that Alethea had her people working on her behalf, but the Eldridge territory was on the opposite side of the city from where Mikhail had been.

  No, Dmitri’s instincts said that his man had gotten too close to their hiding location. Normally, he’d have the other man who went missing with Mikhail—Yuri—working on any electronic searches required, but he couldn’t for obvious reasons. Dmitri had the ability to do this; it would just take him longer.

  He pulled up the file he had with the addresses of known Eldridge safe houses and checked them against the map Cillian had provided, but none of them were within the range of the coordinates. They weren’t even close enough to warrant Mikhail stumbling on the Eldridges. Dmitri stilled. Stumbling on them. That had to have been what happened. Mikhail was the best there was—he wouldn’t have allowed himself to get caught while confirming a property. They must have caught him unawares, which meant they saw him before he saw them.

  If none of their safe houses were in that area, it meant they were staying with someone else. The first thing he’d done when Mae took Charlie was to reach out directly to every single person who might owe allegiance to Alethea and let them know in no uncertain terms that he’d eliminate any and all hints of betrayal. To a man, they’d gotten out of his way. Alethea should have no one to turn to among that group.

  He’d still check, but it didn’t feel right. She had to know Dmitri would hunt her down without mercy. She wouldn’t risk herself and Mae by staying with someone who would betray them. The only people she could be sure were loyal was her family, and right now that consisted of Mae, who had no resources of her own.

  No, there had to be someone else.

  He picked up his phone and dialed from memory. Ivan picked up almost immediately. “I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon. Why aren’t you still fucking that girl into submission?”

  Ivan was the oldest of the Romanov cousins, which gave him some freedom the others didn’t have. Namely, that he talked to everyone exactly the same fucking way—as if he had better things to be doing. “I need some information.”

  “That wasn’t even an artful dodge.” Ivan tsked. “All work and no play, and it’s no wonder that your new wife has to act out to get your attention. It’s a dangerous game you’re playing, Dima.”

  You have no idea. It was achingly clear that Ivan wouldn’t get around to business until he’d satisfied his curiosity, so Dmitri sighed. “It’s nearly ten, Ivan. I have to let her out of the bedroom at some point. We have a reception to plan, after all.”

  He snorted. “Last time I saw the girl, you hadn’t consummated your marriage. A fucking waste, if you ask me.”

  “I didn’t ask you.” His life would be a lot simpler if Ivan wasn’t able to infer so damn much.

  “You should have. We’re family. What’s more, we’ve been friends for how many years, Dima? And the first I’m hearing about this girl is when you summon me to your residence like some kind of servant. Then she shows up, this tiny furious package in a gown that couldn’t have said ‘fuck you’ louder if it was written across those pert little tits of hers.”

  “Enough.” He didn’t want anyone talking about Keira’s breasts. Fuck, he wanted to go back in time and haul her ass out of that room before the other man got an eyeful. It would have showed weakness, but at least she would have been shielded from Ivan. But no, he’d been too proud, too intent on playing his game, and she’d accomplished exactly what she’d set out to do—chaos.

  Ivan chortled. “Got under your skin, didn’t she? Never thought I’d see the day where the proud Dima is brought low.”

  Enough was enough. He injected ice into his tone. “The marriage started off with some bumps, but they’ve been resolved.”

  If anything, Ivan laughed harder. “You’re too smart to believe that. You don’t give that girl a purpose, and she’ll bring your house down in flames.”

  As if Dmitri didn’t know that. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m working on it.”

  “Be sure to keep me updated on how well that goes over.” Another laugh and then, between one breath and the next, all amusement was gone from his voice. “You needed a favor.”

  “Less a favor than help recalling a bit of old gossip. Alethea Eldridge is rumored to have killed her husband around the time you were still living in New York. Does he still have family in the city?” It had been before Dmitri’s time, and his father’s files were woefully lacking in information about Clayton Norris and what remained of his people.

  “Oh, that.” Ivan grunted as if settling deeper into a chair. “She didn’t kill her old man, though it served her purposes to have everyone think she did. You were too young at the time, and I don’t know that I would have registered it at all, but Clayton Norris owed money to my mother’s oldest brother. The fool liked to gamble and didn’t know when to stop. I think Alethea tried to curtail it, but he just went behind her back to our territory.”

  “I have a list of Clayton’s brothers—Jermaine, Dane, and Earl—but no other information. My father usually kept better files, but those three seem to have disappeared into the ether. There is no record of them anywhere in New York.”

  “That’s because they’re dead. Your father tangled with the Norris clan a few times back in the seventies, but they were dwindling fast by the time you were born. Clayton was the only remaining living child of his parents, and allying with Eldridges through marriage was their last-ditch effort to remain relevant—and it failed.”

  Damn it. If the brothers were dead, so was his lead. “You said she didn’t kill him. Who did?”

  “She was supposed to—her mother wasn’t a fan—but ended up backing out at the last moment. Instead, she bought off his debts with my uncle and Clayton disappeared. We thought she’d sent him away, but there was a rumor a few years ago that he was back—if not back. You understand?”

  He’s alive. Adrenaline surged, and Dmitri had to pause a moment to get control of himself. Got you, Alethea. “One last question.”

  “Naturally.”

  He ignored that. “Does he have any known pseudonyms?” If anyone would know that, it would be the people he gambled with. Ivan’s uncle had a reputation for being incredibly thorough when it came to people who owed him money.

  “Just the one—John Cash.”

  “You’re joking.”

  “I wish I was. I only remember because it was so absurd.”

  The whole point of a pseudonym was to fly under the radar—something impossible to do if one insisted on using the name of a famous musician. “Thank you for the information.”

  “Easily given. I look forward to your party, Dima. Something tells me that it’ll be one for the record books.”

  It certainly was shaping up to be. “Good-bye, Ivan.” He hung up before his friend could say anything more absurd.

  Several minutes later, he had the confirmation he needed. Neither Clayton Norris nor John Cash brought up anything worthwhile, but a Clayton Cash owned a small apartment in Brooklyn—which happened to be almost directly in the middle of the area Cillian O’Malley had given him.

  Dmitri called Alexei. He barely waited for the other man to answer to speak. “Gather the men. I believe I’ve found our Mikhail.” He hung up. Calling Keira was tempting, but she deserved an update in person, and it wouldn’t take but a minute to deliver the information.

  And maybe he wanted to see what she’d gotten up to in the last few hours.

  It would take his men a good ten minutes to be ready to leave, which gave him plenty of time to hunt her down in the grand ballroom in the center of the house. He’d always found the room
ostentatious—much easier to plan things at a neutral location than to invite friends and enemies alike into his home—but it was the best option for the reception. The O’Malleys needed to be reassured. His allies had all been here before. The Eldridges were a wild card, but he fully intended to remove them from the playing field before they had a chance to do further damage.

  Keira glanced up as he walked through the door. She looked like herself for the first time since she’d arrived in New York, wearing a pleated skirt that was several inches too short for his peace of mind, and a cropped muscle tank top with some band he’d never heard of written across the front. The black shirt showed off her pale skin, and he frowned when he realized he could count her ribs. “Have you eaten?”

  “Yes, O benevolent overlord. I had two eggs twenty minutes ago to keep my energy up for this appointment you set up for me, and Pavel basically threatens me with snacks every hour or two.” She stopped and frowned. “You’re leaving.”

  “I found him.” He didn’t feel relief—not yet—but he hoped they wouldn’t arrive too late. It was in Alethea’s best interest to keep his man alive, and she was too smart to kill him and lose her pawn. But Mae was unpredictable, and he didn’t have the utmost faith in her mother’s ability to control her.

  Keira set her notepad down on the table and crossed to him. “Be careful.”

  With her looking at him like that, he could almost believe she was worried about him. Too much to ask. He took her hands and pressed a kiss to each one of her knuckles. “Stay in the house until we return.” He belatedly added, “Please.”

  He half expected her to throw a fit, but she just raised her eyebrows. “You think this could be a bait and switch.”

  “I think that there is little Mae Eldridge would like more than to see you dead.” It was all too easy to remember the head she’d had delivered to him and superimpose Keira’s features on it. No. I will not allow it to happen. He squeezed her hands, knowing damn well that if he tried to order her to stay, it would be as effective as waving a red flag in front of a bull. “I respectfully request that you stay put.” He hadn’t forgotten that someone had infiltrated the house, but Pavel could be trusted. That, Dmitri was sure of. “I’ll send Pavel in when I leave. He’ll hover, but allow it as a favor to me. Please.”

 

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