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A smile threatened to break across my face, but I kept it in. I didn’t want to seem too eager and easy. I still needed to apologize for how I’d spoken to him the other night. Until I had that off my chest, I would feel uneasy. If any kind of a future was in store for us, I wanted to enter it with a clear conscience and being able to admit my flaws.

And if our future would consist of actually spending time together alone—on real dates—I wanted the rest of our lives to start now.

Me and him. For good. No matter how complicated everything seemed to be before we could get together like this and be on the same page.

“Like I said, I’ve arranged things with Margie. Emily is in good hands.” He arched one brow at me. “Now go on. Get ready to leave with me.”

I bit my lip and nodded, curious what he had in mind.

27

IVAN

We arrived at the club the Valkov Bratva used to own. Not much had changed. The building was obviously the same. While the new owners had changed some décor, the premise was the same.

Nik suggested going undercover, and that was a valid idea, but I hadn’t needed to try to do that tonight. I recognized no one here. The crowd of guests seemed new, and I felt the chances were slim that I would be recognized.

Becca stuck with me, clinging to me. Her eyes were wide open as she took in the people dressed in few garments, or nothing at all.

“So, this wasn’t exactly what I was thinking of when you said you wanted to take me out…”

I grinned at her, scoping out the people milling around near the bar. “Sorry.”

She smirked up at me. “Is this for pleasure? Or business? Or…?”

“My vanilla good girl,” I teased.

She sighed against me as I hugged her, looking over her head and staying alert.

“Would you be okay if I said I’d brought you here for pleasure only?”

She licked her lips, watching a man eat out a woman across the room. “If I stay with you. And you… uh, ease me into all of this.”

Just like that, she made me happy. A willingness to try. An openness to compromise. I’d hit gold in finding her.

“It’s both. I’m here to check things out for the Bratva. But once that’s done, I intend to get a room and spend some time with you.”

She shivered, and I watched her skin break out in goosebumps. I hadn’t told her what to wear, but the simple, short black dress she’d chosen was fine. With skinny straps and a low cut, she showed me ample flesh, but she was still overdressed compared to the others.

“How does that sound?” I asked her before pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder.

She laughed once. “Hey, you’re the boss.”

I loved that she’d put that faith in me, comfortable with my being in charge.

Over the next couple of hours, we walked around. Both of us had a couple of drinks, but we weren’t drunk by any means. Becca’s role was to be my guest, my partner, my woman. And she did that splendidly. She watched scenes. She asked me questions. All the while, I acted casual, like this was any other ordinary night for me at a club, waiting to fuck my beautiful woman.

Nothing was happening. Plenty of sexual acts were carried out. Many scenes were performed. But I noticed not a single hint of drugs being sold, handed out, bought, or taken. Nothing at all.

In all honesty, it seemed like a slow night. The guests weren’t rowdy. No one wanted to fight or cause a brawl. The guards andfloor monitors were easygoing and not seeming stressed about anything.

As the night wore on, I worried that I was wasting my time here. That my idea to check things out here was a stupid plan. If something happened at another club, especially one under the Valkov ownership, I’d be pissed.

After watching and realizing no bad activities were waiting to happen here, I lightened up and paid more attention to Becca.

She’d been so curious and intrigued all evening. Watching and smiling at the scenes, then sometimes wincing and furrowing her brow at the more intense ones.

She grimaced at the idea of anything to do with anal, but that didn’t surprise me. That took some warming up to, and I honestly didn’t care for it. I would do whatever Becca needed or wanted from me, but if she wasn’t a fan of trying anal, that was fine by me.

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