Page 62 of Kidnapped Bratva Toy

Eight was well past the office's closing time. It would be empty, which was both a good and a bad thing. I looked up to Pietor again and nodded.

“Yes, eight works fine for me. I’ll see him tonight. Thank you so much, Stephanie.”

“Sure thing, Billie. Buh-bye.”

Hanging up, I tossed the phone to the bed. “He wants to meet tonight after hours. The office will be empty.”

Pietor stood up from the chair and crossed the room to stand in front of me, looking down from his exceptionally tall height.

“It’s definitely a trap. It’ll be easier to deal with you without witnesses.” He sighed, smoothing a hand down the side of my face. “But he’ll also have his guard down. It might be the best place to catch him confessing for the recording.”

I nodded.

“That’s what I was thinking, too.”

“Okay, so we go in quiet and easy. I don’t want to make a big deal out of this. Bringing in a team could go south quickly, reveal that you’ve turned against him, but I’ll have a team on standby. They’ll be a phone call away.”

All I could do was nod again. I was hardly the expert planner here, my experience with covert missions seriously lacking.

“Okay.”

There was a moment of silence, and I leaned into Pietor’s hand, letting him take the weight of my head. As we existed there at the moment, a place between the hurried preparation for the evening that would come and the setting up of our meet, I allowed myself to just be Billie for a few seconds.

“This is stupid, but…” I laughed with a sigh. “If something does happen, and I’m not saying it will.”

“Billie, I don’t want to hear talk like that. I’ll be right there to back you up, and you’re better equipped for a confrontation than I thought.”

“Still,” I looked up at him, holding his stare as I took his hands, “just in case, and since I like to be prepared, I just wanted to say that I’ve enjoyed being with you. A lot.”

Pietor glared at me like the words were offensive, but I knew it was just that they were difficult to swallow—too raw, too meaningful.

“I’ve always fought my attraction to the bad boy types, but I’m glad that didn’t work with you.” I lifted his knuckles, scarred with tiny slashes, to my lips and kissed him. “If this all ends the way we want it to, I expect you to take me on a real date. Movie, dinner, the works.”

With a short laugh and a very obvious roll of his eyes, Pietor narrowed his stare on me. “Oh, really? And who says you’re the boss around here?”

We held each other stares, playfully glaring.

“Little brat,”

I smirked. “Big bully.”

This push and pull was what I loved best about us. We made each other better, keeping the other one on their toes.

“Fine. A date.” He yanked me to my feet, holding me close to him by the back of my head. “And then you’re ass is mine. I think you’ve earned yourself a spanking.”

My body warmed, and I focused on that sensation over the dread worming through my veins. With a teasing grin, I lifted onto my toes to kiss Pietor.

“All right, buddy. Time to wire me up.”

With a firm spank, Pietor shoved me toward the door. “After you, love.”

***

I decided to opt for the pantsuit for my meeting with Nicholas, with a large dose of input from Pietor. He was right about the pants and the range of movement. Still, I knew I had to stick with a pair of low heels if I was going to look believable.

I didn’t go into the office in flats because of how “clients reacted,” which was, of course, code for how Nicholas said clients would react. So many of his bullshit rules and dress code things made more sense now that I knew he was just an asshole who was in with the mob.

As I rebuttoned my shirt, Pietor secured an earpiece around his head and neck that would pick up the frequency.

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