Page 45 of Savage Surrender

I nodded, pretending to absorb this news. “Then how come they weren’t at that party when I protected you from those men trying to kidnap you?”

“They didn’t think it would be a dangerous event for me to go to.” She shrugged, looking out the side window.

Yeah, I’m not sure I’m buying that.If Igor wanted guards on his daughter when she was on campus and behaving like a college student, why wouldn’t they follow her to a party in a shitty and dangerous part of town? Something wasn’t adding up.

I held off on asking any more questions for now. Before I could take her to my place—the penthouse I called home, not my apartment I was using near the campus—I had to stop at one of the whorehouses and pick up a package. It wasn’t something I wanted to deal with, but sometimes these kinds of favors were expected. I’d drop off the package to another Baranov boss tomorrow, but it would be better if this package of currency wasn’t at the whorehouse all night, vulnerable to be stolen.

“I just need to make a stop first.”

She laughed lightly. “You haven’t even told me where you’re taking me.”

“Yet you agreed anyway.”

The look she gave me was a sweet one. “I trust you, Viktor.”

Fuck me.She was killing me with this easy submission. She couldn’t be any more perfect.

“Should I trustyou?” I asked as I parked outside.

She glanced around the building, furrowing her brow and seeming confused. “I think you can.”

Interesting answer, enemy of mine.

“It depends,” she added.

Aha.

“Can I trust you to come inside with me for a moment and agree not to tell anyone about what you see?”

She nodded, either used to being expected to keep secrets or scared to tell me no.

I helped her out of the car and led her inside. The music, the sounds of sex, thesmellof sex. She had to be overwhelmed by it all. Yet, her fingers didn’t tremble within my grip. She didn’t gawk or flinch as I walked her further into the whorehouse.

The Baranov Family had just as many sex clubs as they did whorehouses, but one thing stayed the same between them—surveillance and security. Every room in this brothel had a camera so we could collect evidence, gather blackmail, and generally cover our asses.

In what was called the command center, I grabbed the package I was supposed to deliver tomorrow. On three walls of the room, monitors showed the various states of activities happening in all the rooms. Letting Irina stand in the middle, staring wide-eyed at all the screens, I stepped aside to check with the man on duty.

Then I returned to her, hugging her from behind. “See anything you like?” I whispered as I kissed below her neck.

“What…” She swallowed hard. “What is this?”

“What does it look like?”

She couldn’t tear her gaze away from the screen with the man spanking a woman as he fucked her from behind.

“It looks like… nothing I would ever expect from an English professor.”

I chuckled darkly, nuzzling her neck and kissing her sweet flesh. “I never said that was theonlyjob I’ve ever had.” Running my hand over her stomach, I hugged her closer and pushed her back into me.

“I have so many questions,” she muttered, staring at the scenes on the monitors.

Me too.

“Then let’s get out of here and you can ask them.”

She turned her head to peer at me. “Would you answer them?”

I nodded. “What do you want to know first?”

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