Extreme Danger (McClouds & Friends #5)(2)

Con wasn’t the kind of guy to hold grudges, which bugged the shit out of Nick tonight. In his current mood, being hated was preferable to being forgiven. Forgiveness implied too much responsibility.

Con’s son woke and began to squawk. The two men gazed at the infant, bemused. Con tried various cuddling and jiggling maneuvers, but the squawks rose into wails that drove into Nick’s ears like nails.

“I better find Erin,” Connor mouthed through the din to Nick’s relief. “I think he’s hungry.”

Tension buzzed in Nick’s body as the other man strode away, towards the glowing brunette who lit up with a megawatt smile when she lifted the squalling thing out of the carrier pouch. Erin McCloud, Connor’s busty, luscious wife. The women those McCloud guys picked out to marry sure were easy on the eyes. All three of them.

The sharp poke to his shoulder made him whip into guard mode, grabbing for a pistol that wasn’t there tonight.

It was just Tamara, the McCloud guys’ mysterious outlaw friend. As beautiful as ever. Her currently dark hair was twisted up into a roll, her golden eyes were full of cool amusement, her perfect body was poured into a skintight gold silk minidress with a high Chinese collar.

“What the f*ck was that? A stiletto?” he snapped.

She waggled long, gilded fingernails at him. “Lighten up, Nikolai.”

“Don’t call me that,” he replied sourly. His birth name reminded him of his father. Thinking about Anton Warbitsky was a sure recipe for a stinking foul mood. He’d changed his last name to distance himself from that sadistic son of a bitch. Not that it worked worth a damn.

They shut up as a dancing couple swayed by, slow dancing to the old blues tune blaring on the speakers. It was the guy with the nose, the computer expert that hung out with the McClouds. Miles. He clutched Cindy, Connor’s sexpot sister-in-law, and swung her down into a deep, flashy dip. She giggled, and he yanked her back up again for a smoochy kiss. They undulated away, entwined.

Too f*cking much. At least he wouldn’t be invited to that wedding. Sean’s upcoming nuptials were going to be bad enough.

“Young love.” Tam’s voice had a metallic ring. “Sweet, isn’t it?”

“I give them six months,” he predicted darkly.

“Ding dong, you’re wrong. They broke the six month barrier a while back. They’re working on eight months.”

Nick shook his head. “Tick tock, tick tock.”

“Come on,” Tam murmured. “This is a party. These are your friends. Laugh, Nikolai. Smile. Even I manage that, in my brittle way. Fake it. Medicate yourself if you must. You’re a cigarette hole burned into the fabric of the universe.”

“I could leave.”

“Don’t go,” she murmured. “I might be able to cheer you up.”

Every muscle in his body went still. “With what?”

Her smile faded to an impassive mask. “Do you want to die young, Nikolai? Or do you want to linger in an old folks’ home?”

Excitement blasted like a chill wind over the landscape of his consciousness. The hairs on the back of his neck stiffened, his skin prickling coldly with a mix of hope and dread. “What have you got?”

She stared at him. “An express ticket to hell.” She waited for a beat. “Don’t look so eager. You make me feel guilty.” She nodded her head towards the side garden, filled with dark, unlit lumps of topiary. “Let’s talk.”

Their feet crunched on the white gravel path. She led him to the deserted gazebo. He tried to wait for her to speak first. If he showed too much eagerness, Tam would just play him like a cat with a mouse.

She waited him out. “What have you got?” he finally snapped.

“Not much,” she said. “Rumors, whispers, favors. Possibilities. You know Pavel Cherchenko?”

His jaw clenched. Oh, yeah. He knew Pavel. Pavel was one of the men who had almost certainly supervised Sergei’s torture and murder.

“Met him a few times in Kiev, when I was undercover,” he said. “Arms deals. One of Zhoglo’s lieutenants. A real shithead. What about him?”

“I know the woman who runs the agency that supplies Pavel with his biweekly blow job when he’s stateside,” Tam said. “She owes me a favor. A big one.”

“What kind of favor?” Nick couldn’t help but ask.

Tam smiled blandly. “Her life, among other things. The last time the girl serviced Pavel, he was all upset because one of his key men had shot himself. Pavel has a problem. He talks when he drinks. Anyway, looks like something big is coming down. He needs someone trustworthy, with perfect English, to take care of housing and security details.”

Nick’s mind raced. “Something big? Housing? For who?”

“How the f*ck would I know, Nikolai? That’s for you to find out. So, in the interests of getting you definitively killed and removing this damn stone from my shoe once and for all, I asked Ludmilla to recommend you, my friend.”

“Me?” He frowned at her. “How…”

“Your alter ego, actually. Arkady Solokov,” she said.

“How do you know about Arkady?” he demanded, outraged. His arms-trafficking undercover persona was a deeply buried secret.

Tam rolled her eyes. “So? Shall I give her Arkady’s number?”