Page 37 of Twisted Obsession
“I haven’t known him long. Clay, however, has known him for much longer. They were schoolmates,” Lisa confessed. “Dmitri actually saved my life. My father is a very influential man.”
“Oh my God. What happened?” I turned toward Lisa, my attention fully captured by her story.
“I’m not entirely sure of the details. Most of the time they kept me drugged. One moment I was getting into my car, and the next I found myself being dragged into the back of a van. Clay reached out to Dmitri, and three days later, he rescued me and dealt with my captors. Since then, Clay insisted I have this,” Lisa explained, lifting her dark, glossy hair to reveal a small, faint scar nestled near the curve where her shoulder met her neck. “It’s a tracker. Clay always knows where I am.”
“A tracker?”I murmured to myself, startled by the sound of my own voice echoing in the quiet room.
“Yeah. You probably have one too. It was actually Dmitri’s idea,” Lisa replied nonchalantly.
I turned my back toward the mirror, my heart pounding, and shifted the ribbon that adorned my neck. My fingers sought the small scar where Dmitri might have clandestinely inserted a tracker beneath my skin.
“There it is,” Lisa said softly, guiding my finger over a tiny ridge on the back of my neck, a barely perceptible blemish that betrayed its presence.
That fucking bastard. No wonder he found me with little effort when I fled from the boutique. He had been tracking my every move.
“Well, that’s good to know. At least I know I’ll always be safe,” I lied, forcing a smile past the lump of anger and betrayal lodged in my throat. The moment I had the opportunity I was determined to rid myself of the insidious device.
Chapter Nineteen
Dmitri
The way Lara’s cheeks turned a perfect shade of red while I increased the vibration of her butt plug and she met her release had my cock hard. I had to keep myself from bending her over the table and taking her right then and there. Getting herself intoxicated before dinner was foolish and to accuse my uncle of killing her mother was even more reckless. Even though he was my father’s brother, there was no reason for him to be there. Only Stepan and I knew Andrei killed my father. I never shared that information with him.
For now, I set those thoughts aside. There was another reason for this dinner with Clay and his wife.
“Will you two ladies excuse us for a moment? Clay and I have a few things to discuss.” I looked between Lara and Lisa before leaning toward Lara. “Don’t try anything stupid. Stepan is close by.”
Clay and I left them and headed to the bar where we could discuss business. Discussing business in at a restaurant’s bar wasn’t the ideal place, but Lara had been a good girl and deserved a night out.
“Scotch, neat, and none of that cheap shit,” I warned the bartender, Clay’s eyes on me.
“You seem a little uptight,” Clay began, swirling his whiskey. “So, tell me about this proposition.”
“Someone hit two of my warehouses within two weeks, and I can’t afford to lose any more product. I need a different terminal to transport and house our shipments. I understand you have connections on Long Island. I’d like to make them a healthy offer in exchange for use of their ports until I can figure out who is taking our shipments.” I knew the recent port inspections of all incoming freight severely impacted Clay’s connections.
“How much are we talking about?” I could tell Clay’s interest in my proposal just became within my grasp.
“Fifteen thousand per shipping container.”
“Can you afford that?” he speculated, unaware of what those containers held.
“You let me worry about that. All you have to do is convince your connections that this is a good proposal for them until things die down on the ports.”
“What is going to prevent your containers being inspected?”
“If I told you, I would have to kill you.”
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Lara remained silent during the journey home, and I knew it wasn’t because of the climax I had given her during dinner. Raising my fingers to my nose, I smiled, still able to detect her arousal. Something had shifted during our meal.
“You’re quiet. Did something upset you during dinner?” I asked, admiring not only her beauty but also her innocence.
“I’m just tired,” she replied with a faint smile before turning to gaze out the side window.
During the hour-long drive back to the mansion, Lara fell asleep. It didn’t surprise me; she had already been well on her way to being intoxicated before we left the mansion for dinner, and the two glasses of wine she had at the restaurant were enough to make her unsteady.
Stepan pulled up to the front of the mansion and opened the back passenger door while I carried Lara inside. She didn’t stir as I brought her up the stairs to our bedroom.
