Moving Target (Target #3)(29)

But that’s not the most shocking thing. No, my Chloe’s beautiful black curls are now straight and blonde. She’s wearing blue contacts over her soft grey eyes.

Meanwhile, I’ve dyed my hair black and covered my green eyes with dark brown contacts. Even made my nose look broken and gave my lip a scar as well.

“Dear God. What did you do?” Benjamin asks.

“This is a disguise.”

“It’s a damn Halloween costume.”

“Have you seen Chloe?”

“No, but I did see a lady of the night.”

“Very good.”

“You want her to look like that?”

“For this I do, and she agreed. It’s all part of the plan. We find Leonid, puff up his ego, and find ways to make him talk.”

“I’m sure it will go perfectly to plan.” Benjamin blows out a breath, and then says, “Shall I wait?”

“Nyet.”

“I can. No one knows I’m here. My flight plan allows for another four hours before I have to go.”

“Give us two hours.”

“I’ll give you up to ten minutes before take-off. Your name, along with Chloe’s plus a possible guest, one Leonid Balshavik, are already listed.”

“Brilliant.” Quickly, I hug my cousin. “Thank you for everything.”

“Thank me after this is all over by naming your firstborn Benjamin”

I grunt at that and jog down the stairs.

“It’s an excellent name, you know. Very popular with the kids,” he calls out.

Chloe waits for me by the hired car. The driver holds the door open for her, but she shakes her head.

“Very good, my love. Always wait for your master.”

Her eyes narrow, but she plays along, even when I produce a gold chain and secure it around her neck, then show her the leash.

“What is that?” she mouths behind the driver’s back.

“You may climb inside now.”

With her chin tipped up, she marches around me to get inside, shooting me a withering look. It’s all I can do not to laugh.

“What is it, kitten?”

She doesn’t answer me, mostly because I’ve just questioned her in Russian.

“Some nerve, eh?” This I direct to the driver.

He smiles. “Perhaps you can teach her some manners while we drive. There is a partition that can be put into place. I won’t be able to hear or see anything, sir.”

I slip him a large amount of dollar bills. Enough to pay for a family of four to eat like kings for a year. “Your discretion is appreciated. Her brother owes me a debt and sent her instead. I’m not pleased.”

“There is a place, sir, if you don’t mind me suggesting.” I don’t mind at all, mostly because the man also drives for Leonid exclusively while he’s in the city. Obviously, Leonid is already at the club and pays shite, or the driver wouldn’t be available to me.

“Suggest away.”

“It’s called Mohndaleez—Mr. Balshavik is a part owner.”

Naturally, Leonid would frequent a club named after a word that’s slang for pussy licker.

“I’m very interested. Please take us there.”

“The drive is thirty minutes. Is that enough time?”

“Should be.” I climb inside, pushing Chloe over as I do. She can’t get very far because of the leash.

“What—?”

I cover her mouth with mine, hoping the driver didn’t hear that bit of English. He shuts the door and raises the partition.

“Listen to me,” I murmur against her lips, switching to English. “No one knows you’re American. I need it to stay that way. So you are to speak on da for yes, or nyet for no. Mostly, you will say da.”

“And the leash?” she all but hisses at me.

“I’m your owner. Unless you want every man and women interested in you, I suggest you act like you love it.”

“I think you love it.”

I grab her chin, gently, but to the untrained eye… “I love whatever keeps you safe.”

Her anger leaves. “Okay. I’ll do what you say.”

“Good girl.”

The partition cracks open slightly. The bastard is watching us. Fuck.

“Suck my cock,” I say out loud. Ripping her coat open, I pull it off her, baring her barely there dress before I push her down to her knees.

“Da?” She gasps, but she doesn’t try to stop me.

I nod, but I make no move to open my trousers. Leaning forward, I grab her hair. “Pretend to give me a blow job. The driver works for Leonid and is watching.”

She nips my chin. “Why pretend?”

The next thing I know, her hands are on my pants. Unzipping them, she pulls out my erection and strokes me. When her sweet mouth covers the head, I give out a shout and hiss my pleasure. Eyes closing to slits, I let my head fall back and fist my hands in her hair. Although it may look like I’m the one controlling her, she’s doing everything on her own.

I would never debase her, never use her… Yet, here she is, pleasuring me, taking away my cares for a while.

The head of my cock hits the back of her throat. She’s been practicing that, and I almost praise her in English. Instead, she has to settle for a Russian asshole speaking to her like a common whore.