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Rae
Eva’s knock on the door of the VIP room is crisp. She’s close enough her perfume hangs in the air. I breathe through my mouth and count the seconds, half hoping the door doesn’t open.
I reach seven before the door swings wide, revealing a huge security guard with a tattooed face.
“I brought entertainment for my fiancé.”
If Eva’s nervous, she doesn’t sound it. Her choice of words makes the hairs on my arms lift under the tuxedo jacket.
The guard’s gaze rolls down my body. I fold my arms to hide the camera, and his attention stops on my breasts.
“Turn. Arms out,” he states.
Shit. I’m really wishing my security hadn’t been detained at the other end of this long hall at the insistence of Mischa’s men that only Eva and I could pass.
I face away, my gaze locking with Eva’s. Now she’s nervous too.
He starts at my ankles, hands lingering on my calves, my thighs.
“Don’t damage his property,” Eva says lightly. “He’ll be angry if you do.”
“Hey!” The bark has the man freezing, casting a look over his shoulder. “Bring her here.”
Security steps back to reveal four men—two guards and two seated men in suits.
Mischa Ivanov is impossible to miss even reclined on the couch. His suit is crisp, a red handkerchief sticking out of his breast pocket. Cold blue eyes see into me, through me. I feel for the camera, making sure it’s still unblocked. Hopefully, it still works.
“You’re excused,” Mischa instructs his fiancée.
What? No.
Her presence might keep things from getting ugly.
But Eva doesn’t protest, just nods without looking at me and closes the door silently behind her.
Didn’t plan on being alone with the madman. Figured I could get in, provide Harrison and the police the visual confirmation they needed to take action.
Please take some damned action.
“Miss Madani,” Mischa drawls, interrupting my thoughts. “I understand your set was tremendous.”
“It was. I wanted to thank you for the opportunity.”
He spreads his hands. “So, thank me.”
I lift my chin. “I just did.”
One of the guards, who is on his phone, hangs up and taps Mischa on the shoulder. “Third loading dock. In the kegs.”
I straighten. That must be where they’re moving the drugs.
Did my camera pick up the audio?It must have.
Mischa nods to the guard but speaks to me. “A woman who brings Harrison King to his knees. Perhaps I should be thanking you. He’s been distracted enough I was able to sweep this place out from under him.”
My heart kicks, the hard ball of tension in my stomach giving a degree.
“My empire is expanding,” he goes on, and I can’t resist taking a shot.
