Page 34 of Dragon Boss

“Misha,” Dmitri said, walking forwards as Misha came into the room. “What’s happening? How many men with you?”

“Fifteen,” Misha said. “We’ve been hiding in the Yellow Room.”

Dmitri nodded. Alina wondered if he was going to acknowledge Misha’s cocked eyebrow at the fact that his boss was only wearing his boxers. Misha glanced at her, eyes widening self-consciously right before he immediately looked away. Respectful. Good trait. Perhaps it was only to the women sleeping with his boss, though. She knew how these dragon boys rolled.

“We have to move,” Misha said.

“Get dressed,” Dmitri instructed Alina.

Misha disappeared back into the hallway, which made it easier, but she still wanted to know what the plan was.

“What’re we doing?” she asked.

“We have to get to the Yellow Room.”

“Why didn’t he bring them here?”

“Because it’s easier to move through the house undetected if you’re alone,” he said. “Which is why we have to be quick and very quiet.”

“Are there any cameras?”

“Only outside.”

“Thank God.”

“No, thank me,” he corrected. “I never saw any reason to install them.”

“Fine,” she said. “Thank you.”

He smiled, watching her slip the nightgown back over her head. She noticed, eyeing him before she put her hands on her hips, jutting one of them coquettishly, asking, “Prefer the pajamas?”

His smile widened and he leaned down, kissing her on the mouth, replying, “Decidedly not.”

She gave him a mock-wounded glare, wrapping her hand around his when he grabbed hers in a firm hold.

“Ready?” he asked.

She gave a nod and they moved up to the door.

Chapter 10 - Dmitri

Once they joined him in the hallway, Misha handed Dmitri a gun. Dmitri could tell Alina was about to say something, but he tilted his head, making her pause.

“Do you really know how to use one of these?” he asked.

“I have rudimentary knowledge,” she said defensively.

But she seemed to agree that it was better she didn’t risk accidentally shooting the wrong person or, Heaven forbid, herself since she left it at that.

Dmitri gave Misha a nod and the skilled hitman led the way down the hallway, gun pointed to the floor, stance alert. Dmitri was careful to stay a few steps behind his most trusted, keeping Alina tight on his heel, hand in hers.

It was discombobulating to think what he’d feel if anything was to happen to her.

Yesterday he didn’t know she existed and today he thought he would lose his mind at the thought of never seeing her again, never hearing her offer that opinion of hers, never getting to touch her again.

There was no point in focusing on that fear. He pushed it down, harshly.

They would survive this. Whatever way they had to; they would survive.

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