Page 40 of Caged

With renewed energy, I stand up. “You read, I’ll see what I can do.”

Finding the diamonds is even more important. Because as soon as I have them, I’m going to make sure the last thing I do before I leave Vegas is make sure Svetlana never comes back here.

I’m sure it’s the one thing Nikolai may forgive me for when this is all over. It could be my lifeline.

She’s not in the hall when I sneak down to Nikolai’s office.

The door is unlocked, but I reflexively look for traps.

Why would he do that when his own daughter could come in here?

Shaking my head at myself, I push into the dark room and quietly close myself in.

There has to be something in here that is a clue to where they are keeping the diamonds.

A picture of Nikolai and a woman who looks eerily like Elena is on his desk.

She’s holding a baby.

That must be his wife.

My chest aches for him. He might be made out of granite, but I see how he melts for his little girl.

I wonder if he was soft for her mom?

It’s hard to picture him being the type to whisper sweet nothings.

Maybe he likes it rough?

Careful. If he starts throwing me around, I might fall in love.

He’s been the perfect gentleman, so there’s no danger of that.

Remembering how fierce he was throwing men around that night he ‘rescued’ me makes my pussy clench.

I’m tempted to piss him off, just to see if he’ll grab me around the throat.

Not today.

Digging through the drawers of his desk, I can’t seem to find anything talking about what I’m looking for.

Nothing that indicates code words either.

But, what the fuck is this?

Nikolai Volkov?

As in, Ivan Volkov?

Shit.

Damn it.

No way.

A part of me hopes that Nikolai is a nephew. Or completely unrelated.

Their noses, their foreheads, their jaws…identical.

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