Page 10 of Three Billionaire Bodyguards and a Sneaky Mafia Princess

This. Was. Not. Supposed. To. Happen.

“Lizzie, I have a problem,” she whispered. “They found me.”

The House of Saber, a very prestigious BDSM club, had a no-phone, no-camera, or any other kind of recording device-allowed policy. Which explained why Orchid and Lizzie had to get so creative.

The earrings she wore had little cameras in them; the feed was sent to Lizzie’s computer for safekeeping, and from there, a copy would be made for their clients. Also, Lizzie could keep an eye on Orchid in case things went wrong.

Because that’s what she did for a living, for the moment at least. She caught cheaters.

She fell into the gig of catching cheating partners quite accidentally. Her sister Liliana had come over, bawling her eyes out one day, thinking her husband was cheating on her. They had just given birth to their third child, and Liliana was at a lossfor what to do; mostly, her heart was breaking into a million pieces.

Orchid couldn’t believe her brother-in-law, Bryan, would do such a thing, so she investigated. Disguised in jeans, a hoodie, and a baseball cap, she followed him around. Her heart dropped when she saw him meet a beautiful woman at a restaurant where they spent hours laughing and talking animatedly to each other.

Orchid could still not believe it and turned her attention to the woman instead. On her second haunt, she accidentally bumped into the woman before she entered the restaurant, heard her French accent, and struck up a conversation with her. Apparently, Bernadette Reno was a French teacher. Interesting.

On the third day, Orchid disguised herself yet again and sat at a table closest to them. She discovered Bernadette Reno was teaching her brother-in-law French. Because he wanted to surprise his wife, who had a weakness for everything French.

Heartbreak and divorce averted; it wasn’t long before Orchid was approached by a friend of a friend of her sister to see what her husband was up to every other Wednesday. That one didn’t turn out so well, but the wife got a great settlement out of their divorce and was happier than ever. And that’s how she started Orchid X.

She’d earned herself a little reputation among the cheaters of the city; they were definitely warier.

Brent, River, and Cash were supposed to be sound asleep where she left them. Not wide awake, fully alert, and thunderously mad, stalking toward her as if they couldn’t wait to wrap their hands around her neck.

Oh boy.

Maybe she shouldn’t have drawn dicks on their foreheads or left her name on their faces. But she saw an opportunity, and she took it.

The twelfth man that night who had tried to chat her up was hauled away from her by his collar by River, and she never saw him again.

“Umm, what are you doing here?” she asked, pretending to be surprised. And she was. Really, really surprised that they were upright and lucid after the heavy dose of sleeping medication she’d mixed inside the pie.

“No, what are you doing here?” Brent asked, his ridiculously structured jaw ticking with fury.

“I’m working, and you’re totally ruining it. Now please leave.” She did not want to draw attention to herself. And having three disgustingly handsome men, who everyone in the club already gawked at, put her in the spotlight.

“The hell you are,” Cash growled.

“Is there a problem here, gentlemen?”

All four of them looked at a robust, thickly bearded man, a fur coat draped over a three-piece suit and a cane in his hand.

Oh crap. Orchid recognized the man instantly. Yasneyev Sergey, a Bratva boss and owner of the luxury BDSM club. She heard he was a very bad man, and if she inadvertently crossed paths with him, bad things would happen to her, which was why she laid low. This wasn’t her first rodeo catching a cheater at the House of Saber. She’d been here three times before already and left with enough weight in evidence to sign divorce papers. She’d done so without drawing any suspicion to herself that she wasrecording her suspects in the act, considering how strict they were about their privacy policy.

Arg. Trust them to draw the attention of the Russian mafia boss. But then again, they were the descendants of The KAI Empire. They evoked fear wherever they went. A Bratva boss would be no different.

“Yes,” Brent said bluntly, admitting he had a problem. Her, she was the problem. “She’s coming with us,” he continued, taking her arm.

“Not so fast,” Yasneyev said in his thick Russian accent. “I can’t have you come into my club and harass my beautiful patron now, can I?”

“She’s coming home with us,” River said, and his words brought an entire army of men with guns to surround them. What was even happening right now? They ran The KAI Empire. Nobody in their right mind would pull a gun on them.

“You can’t come into my club and not play. It insults me. Come, I want a show. She’skrasivyy,and you’re big and strong. You put on a good show for my people, all right? A little spanky-spanky,” he said, waggling his heavy eyebrows. “Come on. I want to see.”

Um, hello. Was she understanding this properly? The owner of The House of Saber wanted them to spank her while he watched. No, not just him, but anyone in the club who wanted to do so. That was exactly what this club was about. People watched other people getting it on, and it was the norm on this level.

Why weren’t they saying anything?

“Hmm… excuse Mr. Sir. Mr. Sergey…” Okay, she’d just called him Mr. Sir, a slight oversight, but she didn’t have the time to fix it right now. “I don’t think you know who these gentlemen are.They’re from the Kai Family… you know, that most dangerous family in the world? I don’t think—?”

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