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charge. As in, in charge of everything. All those men that come and go around here, they report to
him.
Bethany stared at her as comprehension began to dawn on her face, But how can that be, he s just
a&
Henchman? Muscle? Chuckling, Sasha went back to her locker, Yea, folks don t seem to pay much
attention to you if they think that you re only hired muscle. And he has a front man who deals with the
cops, so no one knows that he actually owns the club.
Oh shit, Bethany thought as she considered what Sasha had just shared. He had told her that he owned
other businesses, or at least was the money behind it. Just how deep was he? Worried that she might
be in way over her head, if that was even possible, she made a mental note to check the files on the
Drobilka cartel from their time in Russia.
###
Bethany decided not to mention any of this to her handler until she was sure that the information was
true. And if she was being honest with herself, she was hoping to have sex with Vadim again before
she got yanked from the case.
As she got ready for her dinner date with him, she stared at her limited clothing options. It was still
blazing hot outside, and other than her typical shorts or jeans, she only had three dresses to choose
from. Reaching for her maxi dress, she slipped it on over her head and turned to look at herself in the
mirror.
The formfitting dress hugged what assets she had before cascading down her legs. A slit up one leg
made it easy to walk in as she slipped on her sandals. Dragging a brush through her hair, she decided
to wear it down, as it tumbled about her shoulders. With this humidity, her normally straight hair had
taken to curling, and she had to admit that she liked the look as it softened what she considered to be
her severe features.
Keys in hand, she walked downstairs and was surprised to see a Town car waiting for her. Raising
her eyebrow in surprise, the driver stepped out to open the door for her, Mr. Sannikoff thought that if
you had decided to drink tonight, you might not want to drive. Nodding her head in thanks, Bethany
got into the back as the driver walked around to get behind the wheel.
They didn t have to go far, as the car headed into downtown Dallas toward one of the more affluent
neighborhoods comprised of high rises. They pulled into the garage of one of the more expensive
buildings, the driver stopped in front of an elevator and opened the door for her. Escorting her to the
elevator, he used a cardkey to access the top floor before stepping back. As the doors shut, Bethany
watched him walk back to the car.She looked at the elevator and realized that this was a private
penthouse car.
When the doors opened, she was surprised to see that Vadim had the entire floor. Stepping out, she
gasped at the wall-to-ceiling windows covering all the outer walls. She walked out into the living
area and turned around in a circle as she took in the understated furnishings that were designed for
comfort. Kicking off her sandals, her feet sank into the luxurious carpeting as she sighed.
You like, Malyutka? Vadim asked her as he looked at her in amusement. Opening her eyes, she
peered at him. Dressed in his usual dress slacks and white button down shirt, he looked like he
belonged here as he casually leaned against the doorframe.
Oh yes, Bethany replied, as she tried to force her pulse to stop racing in anticipation. Especially
my feet.
Chuckling at her response, Make yourself at home, I won t be long. Turning, he returned to the
kitchen while Bethany walked around the main living space. The inside walls were covered in photos
and paintings, many of which were snow scenes. Walking closer, there were what appeared to be
family photos along with some from the military. Bethany tried to figure out which ones Vadim was in
when he joined her. She took a tentative sip of the glass of wine he handed her.
Are you in any of these? Nodding his head, he pointed to himself in many of the pictures, as
Bethany kept turning to look at him. You look so different in these photos, I wouldn t have
recognized you. Turning to the paintings, these are beautiful. Are they all of Russia?
Dah. I grew up in a small town near the Siberian border called Belaya Lisitsa. It always snowed.
It sounds lonely, Bethany blurted out as he gave her an odd look. Is that why one of your tattoos is
a white fox? After the town?
Something like that, yes, he replied, although from his tone, he didn t sound like he wanted to say
more, and he changed the subject. You don t have any photos in your apartment.
Taking another sip of her wine, Bethany wandered over to the windows to look out over the city. Do
you ever feel like you re in a specimen jar with the world looking in on you?
The windows are tinted, so no one can see in. And you didn t answer my question.
Shrugging her shoulders, she turned to look at him, as she leaned against the window. I would prefer
that most of my life remain in my past, and the only way I could do that was to try to forget about it,
she answered. Besides, I m making new memories now, and I do have some pictures, they re just on
my phone, she replied as she tried to smile.
Our past is what shapes us. Either by following the same path or choosing a different one. But we
should never hide from it, we must learn from it. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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charge. As in, in charge of everything. All those men that come and go around here, they report to
him.
Bethany stared at her as comprehension began to dawn on her face, But how can that be, he s just
a&
Henchman? Muscle? Chuckling, Sasha went back to her locker, Yea, folks don t seem to pay much
attention to you if they think that you re only hired muscle. And he has a front man who deals with the
cops, so no one knows that he actually owns the club.
Oh shit, Bethany thought as she considered what Sasha had just shared. He had told her that he owned
other businesses, or at least was the money behind it. Just how deep was he? Worried that she might
be in way over her head, if that was even possible, she made a mental note to check the files on the
Drobilka cartel from their time in Russia.
###
Bethany decided not to mention any of this to her handler until she was sure that the information was
true. And if she was being honest with herself, she was hoping to have sex with Vadim again before
she got yanked from the case.
As she got ready for her dinner date with him, she stared at her limited clothing options. It was still
blazing hot outside, and other than her typical shorts or jeans, she only had three dresses to choose
from. Reaching for her maxi dress, she slipped it on over her head and turned to look at herself in the
mirror.
The formfitting dress hugged what assets she had before cascading down her legs. A slit up one leg
made it easy to walk in as she slipped on her sandals. Dragging a brush through her hair, she decided
to wear it down, as it tumbled about her shoulders. With this humidity, her normally straight hair had
taken to curling, and she had to admit that she liked the look as it softened what she considered to be
her severe features.
Keys in hand, she walked downstairs and was surprised to see a Town car waiting for her. Raising
her eyebrow in surprise, the driver stepped out to open the door for her, Mr. Sannikoff thought that if
you had decided to drink tonight, you might not want to drive. Nodding her head in thanks, Bethany
got into the back as the driver walked around to get behind the wheel.
They didn t have to go far, as the car headed into downtown Dallas toward one of the more affluent
neighborhoods comprised of high rises. They pulled into the garage of one of the more expensive
buildings, the driver stopped in front of an elevator and opened the door for her. Escorting her to the
elevator, he used a cardkey to access the top floor before stepping back. As the doors shut, Bethany
watched him walk back to the car.She looked at the elevator and realized that this was a private
penthouse car.
When the doors opened, she was surprised to see that Vadim had the entire floor. Stepping out, she
gasped at the wall-to-ceiling windows covering all the outer walls. She walked out into the living
area and turned around in a circle as she took in the understated furnishings that were designed for
comfort. Kicking off her sandals, her feet sank into the luxurious carpeting as she sighed.
You like, Malyutka? Vadim asked her as he looked at her in amusement. Opening her eyes, she
peered at him. Dressed in his usual dress slacks and white button down shirt, he looked like he
belonged here as he casually leaned against the doorframe.
Oh yes, Bethany replied, as she tried to force her pulse to stop racing in anticipation. Especially
my feet.
Chuckling at her response, Make yourself at home, I won t be long. Turning, he returned to the
kitchen while Bethany walked around the main living space. The inside walls were covered in photos
and paintings, many of which were snow scenes. Walking closer, there were what appeared to be
family photos along with some from the military. Bethany tried to figure out which ones Vadim was in
when he joined her. She took a tentative sip of the glass of wine he handed her.
Are you in any of these? Nodding his head, he pointed to himself in many of the pictures, as
Bethany kept turning to look at him. You look so different in these photos, I wouldn t have
recognized you. Turning to the paintings, these are beautiful. Are they all of Russia?
Dah. I grew up in a small town near the Siberian border called Belaya Lisitsa. It always snowed.
It sounds lonely, Bethany blurted out as he gave her an odd look. Is that why one of your tattoos is
a white fox? After the town?
Something like that, yes, he replied, although from his tone, he didn t sound like he wanted to say
more, and he changed the subject. You don t have any photos in your apartment.
Taking another sip of her wine, Bethany wandered over to the windows to look out over the city. Do
you ever feel like you re in a specimen jar with the world looking in on you?
The windows are tinted, so no one can see in. And you didn t answer my question.
Shrugging her shoulders, she turned to look at him, as she leaned against the window. I would prefer
that most of my life remain in my past, and the only way I could do that was to try to forget about it,
she answered. Besides, I m making new memories now, and I do have some pictures, they re just on
my phone, she replied as she tried to smile.
Our past is what shapes us. Either by following the same path or choosing a different one. But we
should never hide from it, we must learn from it. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]