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“Him?” I ask.

She gives me a small, weary smile, “I don’t know yet, of course, but I can’t help thinking it’s a boy.”

“All I want is a happy, healthy baby,” I reply truthfully.

“Me too,” she says softly.

I stroke her cheek, looking her deep in the eyes. “I’m so sorry I caused this,” I choke out, my voice thick with emotion.

She shakes her head, “It’s not your fault. I’m sorry I wasn’t telling you the whole truth. I should have trusted you.”

“Yes, you should trust me, but I’m sure you have your reasons for holding back. I just want you to let me help you,” I say truthfully.

She nods, a small tear escaping from her eye as she finally gives in and decides to tell me the truth. “They have Gran.”

Finally, it all pours out of her, the full unabridged story, the truth. I can’t believe I didn’t see it, that I didn’t put the pieces of the puzzle together. I feel like an asshole for doubting Kim. When she explains her concerns about a mole or even multiple moles in my organization, I realize we can’t let anyone else know that she’s told me. We have to pretend she’s following Bogdan’s instructions.

“Thank you for trusting me, I promise, I will get your grandmother back safely. I will come up with a plan,” I swear.

“We’ll come up with one together. No more hiding the truth or not working as a team, we have to be united one hundred percent,” she insists.

“Okay, I agree. But right now, you need to rest.”

She nods and I can tell she’s already about to succumb to sleep. I kiss her forehead, watching as she drifts off. I quietly slip outside and weigh up my options, I can’t find Kim’s grandmother without help, but who can I trust? At this point, I just don’t know. I decide that until I have found out who the mole is, I have to treat everyone as a suspect. As with the shipment, I will give different information to different men to try to weed out the culprit.

I instruct Vova to work on interrogating Roman Sharkozi, if anyone can crack that tough son of a bitch, it’s him. I also have him head up the team surveillance on Bogdan Sharkozi now he is running the Sharkozi empire in his father’s absence. I don’t tell him what, or rather who, I’m looking for, only to report back everything.

Artem was the one who found out about Noah Walsh blackmailing Kim, and that he was the one who signed Emma Walsh out of the care home. As he’s already leading the team tasked with finding out where Noah went, I keep him on that, informing him to tell me and only me what he finds out.

Artem is the only person in my organization who knows of Amelia’s marriage to Bogdan, so naturally, it’s him who is tasked with monitoring her. As with Vova, I don’t tell him about Emma, only to monitor and let me know what he finds out. Artem is to undertake this task alone with the help of some of Gillihan’s men. This piece of information may be the only thing Bogdan wanted to keep secret from us and that no one else within my team knows. If there’s a mole in my organization, I’d rather seek assistance from Gillihan than risk word getting out that I know about the marriage. There must be a reason Bogdan wants it kept a secret.

I don’t let anyone know that Kim has told me the truth about the blackmail, to do so would be to risk Emma’s life and any leverage we may have. This means that, for now, Kim will have to feed back information to Bogdan as instructed to keep her grandmother safe. I can throw in some falsities, but I will also need to provide accurate information to make it believable.

Perhaps the hardest part is that Kim and I will still have to pretend. Everyone needs to believe that I am still suspiciousof her and that she is genuinely spying on me. If I let her in too soon, Sharkozi would expect more information than I’m willing to give and my men would see me as weak, risking further defections.

I think keeping my distance from Kim is going to be the hardest part of all when all I want to do is be by her side. At least I can keep her safe and closely monitored using the excuse that I’m worried about our baby and that I don’t trust her.

This is going to take some delicate finesse to pull off. Like walking a tightrope, if we fall, all of our lives are at stake.

Chapter 47

Yaroslav

Kim has been out of the hospital and living in the house in Orlando with me and my men for almost a week now. I’ve withstood literal torture before and not cracked but being so close to her and not being able to kiss her, touch her, or show how I am truly feeling is almost too much. We daren’t risk being alone together for too long, other than to briefly check in with each other that everything is going according to plan, in case the mole grows suspicious. There are eyes on her at all times, in part to keep up appearances that I want her closely monitored but I also know the mole will be watching our every move.

If I were to spend too long in her presence, I know I’d cave in and take her in my arms, fuck her till she begged for more, and never want to stop. The whole house would know we’ve reconciled. Every time she looks at me or bites her lip when she’s thinking I’ve contemplated throwing caution to the wind and doing it anyway. After all, it’s no secret I’m attracted to Kim and we’ve fucked before, it was the whole reason she was taken in the first place.

But a reconciliation is exactly what Sharkozi wants so that she can get closer to feed back more information, and I can’t afford to give her too much to pass on. Besides, if Bogdan Sharkozi isn’t a total fool, he would be suspicious of me forgiving and trusting Kim too soon and might realize she’s told me the truth, thus putting her grandmother in danger.

On top of all this, while I might be desperate to take Kim to bed again and ravage her, I don’t know if she’s ready yet. I can tell her time in captivity and the near miscarriage have traumatized her and that it’s probably best for her to take things slow.

That means I’m currently dealing with a raging hard-on and having to furiously masturbate while thinking of all the ways I will fuck Kim when we can finally be together properly again. I picture myself trailing my tongue along the curves of her body, rediscovering the slopes and familiar terrain with new eyes. I’d take my time, teasing and caressing her, my fingers deftly teasing her clit before she opens like a rose and I slip them inside. I imagine how wet and tight she’ll feel.

How she’ll breathily moan my name as she slowly surrenders to me. I picture her perfect pussy spasming and clenching as she cums hard, like putty in my hands. Only when she begs for me will I finally allow myself to enter her, my hard cock filling her. The thought of it makes my cock ache and I tighten my fist around it. I increase the pace, imagining thrusting in and out of her wet pussy as she bites her lip and screams out in pleasure.

As she cums around my cock, I’d flip her over, affording myself a perfect view of her peachy ass as I slide in and out of her from behind. With the new angle my cock would fill her completely. Remembering the tightness of her and the sensation of fucking her so deep in this position I can feel the orgasm building inside of me and I let out a hiss between my teeth, closing my eyes.

I cum hard, convulsing as I finally find release. I breath out, feeling momentarily satiated. But like scratching an itch, itonly makes it worse. By the time I’ve cleaned myself up again I’m already feeling bereft. I need more. I need the real thing. Knowing she’s so close but I still can’t have her is driving me insane. I settle into bed, preparing myself for another restless night’s sleep thinking of Kim. I know when I wake, the bed is likely to be sticky from a wet dream. I’m like a fucking teenage boy again.

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