Page 123 of Disturbed Lucidity

Opening it, I read.

Ivy,

Remember that secret I told you? Call this number 917-405-5312. He will know what to do.

Take care of London for me.

Anne

“917. That’s a New York City area code,” Indigo said, looking at the note, flipping his phone open before dialing the number.

Putting his phone on speaker, it rang once before a thick Russian accent answered.

“Hello?”

“Um, hello. I was told to call this number and give you a name,” Ivy said, looking at me as I shrugged my shoulders.

“I’m waiting.” The Russian man sighed.

“Aksana Baranov.”

Silence reigned for several seconds before Ivy said, “Hello. Are you there?”

“I will take care of it from here. Thank you for calling.”

The line went dead.

“Who the fuck was that?” I asked, looking at Indigo, knowing the fucker was running his trace program.

“Number belongs to a Vladmir Ivenok. He’s Russian Bratva.”

“What the fuck does the Russian Bratva want with my waitress?”

Epilogue Two

Ivy

The moment Luc brought up the idea of going on a night ride on his bike, my interest was instantly piqued, and I enthusiastically agreed to join him, fully prepared for the exciting adventure that awaited us. The dark night seemed to stretch endlessly as we continued our ride, and the powerful rumble of the engine and the gusts of wind swirling around us created a sensory experience that made it impossible to think about anything beyond the present moment. Surrendering to the night, I tilted my head back and welcomed the overwhelming sense of liberation that enveloped me. Despite the multitude of challenges that had confronted us, we’d tenaciously persevered, choosing to carve out our own unique path, and my unwavering confidence surpassed any concerns that may have arisen.

My lips curled into a mischievous smile as I glanced at him, my eyes concealed by the visor of my helmet, causing him to abruptly turn his head to steal a quick look at me. The coolness of my fingers had an immediate effect on his muscles, causing them to tighten momentarily. However, they quickly adjusted to the warmth and regained their ease.

As I dragged my nails across his belly, a shiver instantly spread throughout his entire body. The gradual spread of goose bumps over his body was a clear sign of the intense emotions he was experiencing, and I could feel them slowly taking over. With a gentle release of the throttle, he effectively slowed down our bike ride, creating a more leisurely and laid-back experience. As I sat in the seat, I could feel the powerful vibrations of the motor reverberating through it, causing delightful tingles to travel down my spine. The sensation of the engine’s rumble beneath me was palpable, heightening my sense of exhilaration as I looked forward to the adventure that awaited me on the open road. In a mischievous fashion, I decided to indulge in a little sensory exploration by discreetly maneuvering my hands beneath his shirt. There, I expertly switched between the soft caress of my fingertips and the light tickle of my nails. As I reached out and gently flicked his nipple, he couldn’t help but react with a noticeable twitch. Using my fingers, I softly squeezed his nipple, relishing the tactile feedback as it hardened in response.

With each movement, my hands ventured lower, until they found their destination at his waistband, where I deftly undid the button on his jeans. Through the delicate fabric of his boxers, I could feel the unmistakable hardness beneath. His cock felt hard and hot in the cool night air.

I wanted him, needed him.

Craved him like no other.

My body reacted intensely to the closeness between us, growing hot and flushed, while a powerful longing surged through me, making me overflow with desire.

Taking my time, I extended my hand and gingerly searched for the waistband of his boxers, finally slipping my hand beneath it. I playfully traced my fingertips across his lower abdomen, intentionally avoiding the spot he craved to be caressed. I couldn’t help but feel an exhilarating rush of excitement as his frustrated moan made its way to my ears, igniting a thrilling sensation in me. Smiling to myself, I grasped his cock. As the bike wobbled on the road, a moment of doubt washed over me, causing me to involuntarily gasp. He adjusted his speed, slowing down on the bike as he maintained control. The moment he laughed, I had a sudden realization that he had purposely done so to make me tighten my hold.

Fucker.

In a tantalizing and deliberate manner, I caressed him, moving my hand up and down his throbbing shaft. I tightened my grip around him, making sure to stroke him exactly the way he enjoyed. With each stroke of my hand on his shaft, the pleasurable feeling grew stronger, almost as if I could feel his powerful thrust, like he was penetrating me deeply.

When a thought suddenly crossed my mind, audacity and mischief filled me, and fortunately, I wasn’t wearing any panties. Despite not being dressed appropriately for riding, it turned out that what I had in mind was perfect.

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