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Boris shakes his head when I offer him one. “So, what happened with this woman, and why do you want me to hunt her down?”

“Beyond sneaking out the morning after we fucked for most of the night?”

His eyes widen, and a raucous laugh erupts from his chest. “She snuck out on you. I find it hard to believe you would allow a woman to do such a thing.”

“I didn’t. I woke up in the morning; she was gone.” I snarl, annoyed with being this morning’s entertainment for Boris.

Boris drops into one of the armchairs near the window, putting his feet on the ottoman. “And you had no idea that she was going to run?”

I sit down in the armchair opposite him. “None. She’s young, and I thought she'd like the morning cuddles and all that shit those young girls usually like. And for fuck's sake, I've been giving it to her all night.”

“Does she have any idea who you are?”

“No. I’ve told her my name, but it meant nothing to her. And she's from Russia but speaks English like her first language.” I take another drag from my cigarette.

“Russia, huh, interesting. Did she steal anything?”

“Not that I had noticed. She didn’t seem the type either. She might have been eager to get fucked, but she didn’t seem interested in anything else.”

He nods and glances at the picture of her on my screen. “I hope it’s not a trap. Have you made any enemies in Russia lately? What should I do if I find her?”

“Call me.” My mind races, and I try to remember my last interactions with people in Russia, but nothing comes to mind.

Boris gets to his feet. “I’ll try to find her, but it won't be easy without a last name.”

“I don’t care whether it’s easy or not. I want her found. She was young. Twenty, almost twenty-one.”

“She could be in one of the universities.”

I flick the ash off the end of the cigarette. “No. She didn’t mention college or anything like that. She said she was an artist. She definitely knows her art. Start with the studios in the Tribeca area.”

He nods and leaves while I get up and return to my desk.

As I sit down behind it and take another folder from the pile of work to be done, my eyes fall on Natalie’s picture again.

I’m going to hunt you down one way or another, solnyshko.

Chapter 8 - Natalie

The mattress dips with Leon’s weight as he rolls onto his side, and his fingers drift along the curve of my hip.

I breathe calmly and deeply, savoring the feel of the fabulous silk on my skin after a hot and sweaty night.

Although my eyes remain closed, I can feel his gaze on me.

The mattress shifts again as he gets out, and his feet whisper across the wooden floor to the bathroom.

Only when I hear the door close do I reach over the edge of the bed and search for my purse. Leon brought my things here a few hours ago, along with a snack between rounds of giving me the best orgasms of my life.

My fingers close around the purse, I open it and pull out my cell phone.

Although this could ruin the night, I open my phone’s search bar and type in Leon’s name.

At first glance, I only see a business registry with his name next to almost three dozen different businesses. Most of them are laundromats, clubs, and casinos.

Well, at least he was telling me the truth.

I go back to the search page and scroll through the other results. Most of the pages discuss his commitment to his companies and the communities he works in, but a few pages later, the first article about his family appears.

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