Page 72 of Vicious Addictions

Too many witnesses.

Aside from his bodyguards, most people here are just clientele he brought from Paradise Nine. This party is all for show, a decoy to demonstrate that he’s just another generous businessman who likes to show his patrons a good time.

This is his cover. He wouldn’t risk blowing it by kidnapping a woman he just met. Not when he’s got a full house filled to the brim with guests. At least that’s what I tell myself as I scour room after room, looking for her.

Of course, it’s just my luck that I end up finding her snooping in Pavlin’s office at the back of the house.

“What thefuckare you doing?” I hiss, stepping inside and quietly shutting the door behind me.

Mina doesn’t even look up at me, too busy in her task to get some dirt on Pavlin.

“What does it look like? I’m doingourjob,” she says in annoyance while rifling through papers scattered across the desk.

“This isnothow we do things.”

“Well, if we played byyourrules, we’d never leave with anything useful,” she mutters. “Now help me find something on thisarsehole.”

Grumbling under my breath, I start scanning Pavlin’s desk while Mina searches the drawers. She comes across a locked one, so she pulls one of the bobby pins holding her wig and starts picking the lock.

“Where the hell did you learn how to do that?”

“Remus,” she replies without missing a beat.

Of course. I should’ve known.

The second the drawer clicks open, she digs through it. With nothing of value inside it, she slides her hand along the bottom panel of the drawer, pressing against it.

“As you Americans say—bingo.” She grins, victorious, her gray eyes lighting up when she retrieves a small black book.

Flipping through it, we verify loads of addresses and what looks a lot like inventory orders.

“How much do you want to bet these are their stash houses?” she murmurs, eyes gleaming.

I take out my phone and quickly take pictures of each page.

“Put it back, and let’s get out of here before we get caught,” I order after taking the last photo.

Mina doesn’t put up a fight and swiftly places the book back into its hiding spot.

But just as we’re about to head out of the room, we hear steps coming our way.

Shit.

Before I have time to think about escaping this mess alive, Mina shoves me into a nearby wall and goes to her knees, unfastening my belt buckle. My cock swells at seeing Mina on her knees, all bright-eyed and eager to put my dick in her mouth. Just as she pulls my zipper down, the door swings open, and Pavlin enters the room.

“Apologies, Mr. Pavlin. As you can see, we needed some alone time,” I say, helping Mina to her feet before buckling my belt and zipping up my pants.

Like hell, I want the fucker to have the image of Mina on her knees branded into his memory.

It’s bad enough that I will.

“Looks like I’m the one that should be apologizing to you,” he says, eyeing his office to ensure everything is exactly how he left it. “Seems like your flower has been plucked after all. It’s as you said, looks can be deceiving.”

My eyes throw daggers at him as I put my hand on on the small of Mina’s back to usher her forward and out of this godforsaken room.

“Though this party was lovely, I think it’s time we go home. Thank you again for your hospitality.”

“Of course. Maybe I’ll see you again at the club before you leave,” he says with an over the top posh British accent.

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