Page 91 of Immaculate Corruption (Romanoff Bratva)

I shrug. “I don’t know anything else, but I sure as hell intend to find out. How soon can I get back to Chicago?”

“What do I look like, a travel agent?” Gennady scoffs. “I had to book your last flight and arrange the car to pick you up. I’m tired of this assistant kind of shit. I’m supposed to be a lieutenant. A spy.”

“Well, use your skills to spy a good deal on a flight,” I retort.

Gennady sighs and mutters under his breath as he walks away. “Not even married yet and already acting like a queen. I better get a fat bonus this year.”

A queen.The idea is… not entirely unappealing.

And not just any queen, but Dima Romanoff’s queen. The queen of the most powerful Bratva in New York City.

Almost as if my body could register his nearness, not a second after I think of him, the front door opens.

Dima calls my name. “Arya, where are you?”

The tension that had been in my shoulders for the last few hours dissipates. I run out of the room and towards the sound of his voice.

Towards my king.

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Dima

It’s a short flight—just a couple of hours—and Gennady didn’t spring for first class, that bastard. Arya’s knee is bouncing like a jackrabbit and it’s vibrating both of our seats.

I lay a hand on her thigh. “Everything will be okay.”

She looks over. “I know.”

“Are you nervous?”

She shakes her head. “Not at all. Why?”

I tap the magazine in her hands. “Your magazine is upside down and you’ve been on the same page for twenty minutes.”

Her cheeks flush as she shoves the Sky Mall in the back of the seat in front of her. “Fine. Yes. I just don’t want to be disappointed.”

I squeeze her knee and then smooth my hand up her thigh. “No matter what happens today, we will find Lukas. One way or the other. I promise.”

She lets out a shaky breath and nods, but it’s not convincing.

I lean across the arm rest and press my lips to her ear. “Do I need to help you relax?”

She shivers but grins. “How do you plan on doing that?”

My hand moves higher on her thigh, inching towards the warmth between her legs. “I have a few ideas.”

Arya’s eyes widen. She swats my hand away and looks across the narrow aisle to see if anyone saw. The elderly couple seated next to us are both asleep, mouths wide open. The man looks seconds away from losing his dentures.

“I don’t think anyone would notice if I just…” I drag my finger up and run it across the seam in the center of her leggings.

Arya lets out a tiny squeak and sits up, squeezing her legs together. “Dima, no. We will never find Lukas if we’re in jail.”

I tip my head back towards the bathroom at the back of the plane. “Let’s go get some privacy then.”

“Flight attendants pay attention to that kind of stuff. And it’s a daytime flight. Everyone except the old people are awake.”

“It sounds like you’ve thought about this a bit.”

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