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“Don’t get any ideas of it being like that. Katia has no interest in ever being with a man again, so we made sure to respect that and always will,” she says with a little more emphasis on the last part. We all nod our heads in agreement, but I’m still curious about the sounds happening. Thankfully, Nat fills in the rest. “Just because she doesn’t want to be with a man doesn’t mean one can’t watch from time to time as long as she consents to it. She felt comfortable, and Stryker got to be our first audience member. Katia always was quite the performer, and a show is exactly what we put on.”

“So, you did get to fucking watch?” King asks Stryker crudely.

Stryker leans against the headboard with both hands behind his head with a smirk plastered on his face. He says nothing, but from the looks of it, and sounds, he really enjoyed himself.

“This is not a free for all now,” Nat cautions all of us.

“Of course,” I assure her, “nothing is done unless EVERYONE is one hundred percent comfortable with it.” Nat smiles in response. Making her smile has become one of the greatest joys in my life, and I’ll do whatever I have to to make sure no one takes that from us.

“I do have some news to share about a conversation I had with Jaxxon,” Alexie interrupts. “We will talk when you all make it out to the table. I also ran out earlier and got you guys that fancy mermaid coffee you always have.”

Nat licks her lips. “Yumm… you always did know the way straight to my pussy, Alexie.” He winks back at her before leaving the room. King and I follow suit, making our way toward the food. I make a plate and have a seat.

Moments later, the other three come out. Heading to the plethora of food and filling their plates. Once everyone has their food and coffee, we gather around the table, Alexie starts to explain his conversation with his Bratva guy here in New York.

“Jaxxon is going to run things here in New York for me, making sure those loyal to me are spreading the word that Ivan just sacrificed a bunch of our men to try to take down a few men,” he tells us, pacing back and forth in the living room area next to the table. “This will not sit well with most, especially since it was all over a woman. He also informed me that one of Ivan’s men escaped the warehouse prior to the explosion. He ran straight to Ivan, spilling it all. So Ivan is aware we made it out alive and that Nat is with us. ”

“And what exactly is that supposed to mean?” Nat says, raising her brow at him in an irritated way.

“Malyshka,you know I would take down the world for you. Calm down. It's not my way of thinking, but you know these other Russian men. Anyway, Jaxxon is also now on high alert because Ivan knows he’s a traitor. Jaxxon and I will need to make some very strategic moves, or Ivan will completely destroy the Bratva just to get what he wants.” Alexie is now on the other side of the kitchen counter when he finally stops, presses his fists into the counter, and straightens his arms. He gets a look of pure fury in his eyes.

“Our girl is his endgame, and we will end his life before we let that happen again. Oh, we also found out that Ryan was the mole that informed Ivan we were traveling here to New York and helped set us up at the warehouse.”

Stryker nods like he has an idea. “Okay, good. Conrad, can you set us up to return home to Chicago today, preferably as soon as possible? Ivan knows Nat is gone and will be out looking for her. Being in his city, I am sure he has eyes everywhere. He now knows we were not in that explosion and will be plotting soon enough. We need to stay a few steps ahead of him, for once.”

“Sure thing. Let me get my laptop and make a few calls quick. I am sure I can have us out of here in a few hours. The jet can get checked over and fueled up in that time frame.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it. I know we are all happy to have Nat back. Now let’s work our asses off to keep her with us and safe.”

“Amen to that,” Katia says to him before grabbing Nat’s hand, bringing it up to her lips, and kissing it.

Alexie finishes the conversation as I’m walking to my room to get my laptop. “I agree. We need to get out of here as soon as possible unless we want another fight here. We need Ivan to follow us back to Chicago, that way, we can bring the fight to our own turf. Staying here in New York, at least until my reign is secured, will leave us much more vulnerable than we want to be.”

When I come back into the room about ten minutes later, Nat is all snuggled up on King’s lap on the couch. Katia and Alexie are off to the side as he teaches her how to hold a gun properly, and Marcela and Stryker are nowhere to be found.

“Where did the other two wander off? The plane will be ready in two hours, and we are about forty-five minutes to an hour away from the private airstrip at JFK Airport, so we need to get a move on,” I explain to everyone in the room.

Nat looks over to me, blushing. “Oops! I begged for more coffee, so they went to get some more, my bad.”

“They should be back anytime. Come on, Luci, help me get packed up. I packed you some clothes from the house before we came so you would have something of your own when we found you,” he tells her as he lifts her off of his lap and smacks her ass hard enough to echo through the room. She just looks at him with hooded eyes and bites her bottom lip like she always does.

Fuck, I should have thought of that.

“That is the sweetest! But don’t start what we don't have time to finish, Viking,” she scolds him, slapping his hand away from her.

“Oh, don't tempt me. After listening to you all night, I could probably cum at the slightest touch from your buttery soft hands on this dick, Luci.” She shrugs at him in a‘sorry, not sorry’way, which makes me laugh.

Alexie and Katia laugh with me. “That woman has always had the sex drive of a bunny.” Then they both disappear, I can only assume to get their bags together for the trip home as well.

Five minutes go by with some questionable noises coming from my room before Marcela and Stryker come back. I fill them in on the plan and tell them to get their things. We need to head out in about twenty-five minutes. Stryker heads right to his room to pack up, but Marcela looks at me after hearing the noises as well. “Do I even want to go in there?”

“You should be fine. She turned him down when she sauntered off that way about five minutes ago. He's probably still trying to tempt her, or she’s torturing him while she changes. Either way, I think you’re good.”

While I wait for everyone else, I give BJ a call and fill her in on all the details. We are all loaded up and pulling away from the hotel ten minutes ahead of schedule to get our asses home.

Nat

Kingwasright,itwasn’t going to take too long. I love seeing how much my men missed me. We went to pack our bags, but I ended up face down in a suitcase with King slamming into me from behind. The yell Marcela let out when she walked in on us did nothing to slow King down. Now, Marcela keeps talking about making door signs for us, so she doesn’t have to walk in on that ever again.

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