Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
I marched over to a coffee stand and bought a cup, killing time until my meeting with Radimir. Then I glanced over my shoulder and—
Alison wasn’t looking at me. She was staring off to the side. I blinked, my ego bruised. What was more important than me? Her whole job was watching me!
I followed Alison’s gaze. There was a gang of teenagers outside the make-up store, one slightly older boy of about fifteen, and a bunch of younger kids. The boy was leaning over, snarling at one of the girls and pointing towards the store. The girl looked like she was about to burst into tears.
I recognized the setup because it was the same in Moscow and in every other city in the world. An older kid using the younger ones as krysy, as rats. He forces them to shoplift and takes the profits, and if one of them gets caught, then he can just walk away.
I turned back to Alison. She was still watching the kids. I frowned, bemused. What does she care? Shoplifting wasn’t exactly an FBI-level crime.
I took a slow, careful step away. This was my chance, while she was distracted. I could get away and actually have five minutes of blessed privacy with my brother.
But then I stopped. I had to know what she was doing.
Alison marched over to the kid in charge and grabbed his shoulder. He took a swing at her, and she swayed and hooked his leg, and he went face-first into the floor. She pinioned him there with a knee on his back. What the hell is she doing? Shaking them down, maybe? I could imagine that with a drug dealer, but this kid probably wouldn’t have much money. Did the FBI pay that badly?
Then she showed him her badge and started speaking into his ear, quiet and very, very serious.
I felt my jaw drop. Is she...GIVING HIM A TALK?! Like some cop in a wholesome Christmas family movie? The kid was nodding frantically. And now she was talking to the girl, probably telling her something like he won’t bother you again, and the girl was nodding gratefully and scurrying away…
I stared at her in amazement. All the cops I knew in Moscow were on the take. Even in the US, I’d always presumed most of them were corrupt, or at least just out for themselves. But apparently, I was being hunted by—the words tasted strange—an honest cop.
Alison got to her feet and saw me watching. She looked surprised that I was still standing there.
I gazed at her, shell-shocked. I still hated her: she was still one of them, one of the enemy, and she was still trying to tear down my whole world. But I’d always presumed that deep down, we were the same, just on opposite sides of a war. I’d never considered she might be...good. I braced, waiting for the attraction to flicker and die, now that I knew her character.
Except that isn’t what happened at all. The attraction fucking exploded like I’d just dumped a gallon of gasoline onto the fire. Every muscle tensed. My cock rose. I actually took an involuntary step towards her. I wanted her more than ever.
Her whole buttoned-down appearance made it even hotter. My vision telescoped in to the exact point, just in front of her bun, where I’d have to sink my fingers into her hair to rake the hair clips out of it and let her hair fall free. I could see tiny slivers of tan skin between the buttons of her blouse, together with scraps of her white bra, and I could imagine exactly how her stomach would feel, warm against my fingers, as I slid my hands up and ripped that blouse open so I could cup her breasts…
Her goodness was a magnet. All I could think about was plunging deep, burying myself in her, filling her with bad. I’d fuck the good right out of her.
I felt my face heat. Chyort! Apparently, I had a thing for good girls.
Alison frowned at me, and I realized I wasn’t doing my usual scowl. I didn’t know what I was doing. I gave her a glare and turned away, stalking over to the food court and taking a seat.
She took a table in the corner, and I couldn’t help but look again. For a second, I was back in my office, caging her in my chair with my arms. Let me educate you, Agent Brooks. Except now, it had a whole new dimension. I imagined her over my knee, naked, moaning and squirming, breasts rubbing against my legs, long hair tossing as my hand rose and fell on her ass, teaching her a lesson—
My view was suddenly blocked by a broad, muscled chest and an expensive waistcoat being tugged straight. I looked up into Radimir’s cold blue eyes. “We have our own nightclub. Fourteen bars. Membership at three different private clubs. Why do you always insist on meeting here?”