Page 57 of Miki

Being pakhan was my birthright, and I tried to be a good one, but it wasn’t who I wanted to be. Once she knew me better, and understood me more, I hoped my criminal side would be easier for her to accept. Especially when she saw the effort I was putting in to change things for the better.

Considering her colleagues were corrupt and her world was no longer as black and white as it had been, I believed she wouldn’t be as averse to being with me as she would have been if we’d met under any other circumstances.

Of course, if we had, a relationship with us would never have had the chance to begin, so I guessed I should almost be grateful to the corrupt bastards.

“She’s on the move!” Marko shouted from his own room.

I opened the tracking app to watch the little dot.

“See you tomorrow,” I shouted back as I grabbed my jacket and car keys.

I’d already dismissed Boris earlier, and he was now back at the hotel and asleep. There had seemed no reason to have him wait to tail her home when I planned to meet her there, anyway.

The other guys were off duty too, so it would just be me and my Little Miss Red, and that was how I wanted it.

Smiling, I wondered how Little Miss Red would react when I turned up unexpectedly again.

I checked the little dot. She was closer to her house than I was, but I expected I’d get there just moments after she did. Then we’d have the rest of the night together.

My cock perked up at that thought, but it would need to bloody well behave itself. If Eilidh was exhausted, I would be content just holding her as she slept, but if she was up for more, I’d be happy with that too. I’d take whatever I could get. So long as I was with her.

Wind buffeted the car and rain battered against the windscreen as I sped towards Eilidh’s house. It was exhilarating. Excitement coursed through me the nearer I got to her home. I couldn’t wait to see my sexy detective.

However, as soon as I left the motorway, I ended up stuck on the slip road behind a line of traffic.

There had been an accident and the only thing I could do was wait for it to be cleared.

Damn it!

As I sat there impatiently tapping my fingers on the wheel, Marko called.

“I just got an alert. Someone’s inside Eilidh’s house!” he said.

“I’m pulling up the feed now.”

“It’s just one guy. He’s tearing the place apart, obviously searching for something.”

“Shit! I’ll call and warn her. I’m near her house but stuck in traffic. I don’t know when I’ll get there. Keep watching and keep me informed,” I said before switching lines and ringing Eilidh’s mobile.

It rang, then went to voicemail.

Shit, shit, shit!

I tried again.

Pick up Eilidh! Please, baby!

“Fuck!” I cried in frustration when it went to voicemail once more.

I doubted she would hear it before she got out of her car, but I left a frantic message, anyway.

“Eilidh, don’t go into your house; someone is there. Stay away! I’m on my way to your place now. Wait for me!”

My stomach churned with worry as I watched the little dot on my screen get closer to its destination.

My heart pounded and sweat coated my body as I waited for the last of the cars to be loaded onto a breakdown truck.

It was taking too bloody long.

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