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“You’re probably going to be a little bit hurt when this is all over. I mean you’ll be saying goodbye to a baby you helped create, you nurtured into being and gave life to. What’s a little more heartbreak on top of that for this chance?”
“I’ve had sex before, Kels. Even good sex.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she answered dismissively. “But have you ever hadincrediblesex? Because that’s what you said, incredible. Not good. Incredible.”
“What are you, moonlighting as a voice recorder?”
“Hilarious,” she answered with a roll of her eyes. “Your words, not mine. This incredible sex is something just for you. It’s not about the money or the baby or survival. Just hot, sweaty, orgasmic sex.”
“Enough talk about sex. Please!” My body still hummed from the last encounter with Igor who was a magician when it came to making my body sing. “How’s work?”
“Great! Now tell me, exactly how many times have you bumped uglies with the gorgeous mobster?”
My head fell forward as another laugh escaped. “Talking to you is just what I needed Kelsie.” She was a little bit of home and normal when everything else in my world was foreign and dangerous and anythingbutnormal. “I miss you.”
Her smile softened. “That’s it, we’re having dinner. I don’t care what Baby Daddy says, I’m coming over for dinner. Clear it with him or don’t but it’s happening.”
An evening with my best friend is exactly what I needed. “I’ll talk to Igor. Are Thursdays still good for you?”
“Yep. Thursday is my Friday. Still.”
“Perfect. I’ll text you.”
“Sounds good. And you know, anytime you want to share the sexy details with me, I’d love to hear them.”
“Duly noted,” I managed around another laugh before we ended the call.
Even though she gave horrible advice, time with my best friend was exactly what I needed.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Igor
“This is still what you want to do?” Maxim’s question pulled me from my own musings as we sat inside one of the many empty warehouses where I conducted the type of business that didn’t need prying eyes. It was cold and blank and spacious, big enough to hold vehicles and product.
I nodded and gripped the door handle. “This is what I am going to do.”
“Okay.” Maxim nodded and stepped from the car, his face twisted in a bland expression that hid the intensity beneath. He motioned to the van behind us and quickly Mikhail and two others began to unload the wooden crates. “Darius and his crew will be here shortly.”
I looked around the room where more men were positioned just in case this friendly business agreement turned into something more, as it often did when firearms were involved. “Everything looks good.”
“Just as you wanted it, Igor.”
The roar of half a dozen motorcycles cut through the silence, signaling the arrival of Darius and his men, the Road Kings MC. “Those things are so fucking loud. Might as well just do business in front of the police station.”
Maxim smiled. “But they are cool,” he offered with an unapologetic shrug.
“I guess.” I had no love for bikers and usually I wouldn’t do business with them because they didn’t know the meaning of the word discretion. But this was a strategic business move meant to fuck with Voronov.
The doors opened and Darius and his five soldiers walked their bikes inside, wearing wide grins. “Igor, my man. What’s up?”
I put on my best smile. “Darius, it’s a lovely day to do business, isn’t it?”
“Damn straight,” he clapped his hands together and rubbed greedily. “You got the product?”
I nodded. “You got my money?”
Darius snapped his fingers and his VP appeared with a big bag of cash.
