It was a simple trick. Jane used her connection with Claudia Cantore to send Boris running from the house. She 'let' him overhear a fake conversation between herself and the blond woman about Laney being in trouble at the club. Even though Jane had set him up, she was shocked at how fast the man had run to rescue the little Asian woman. He was going to be pissed when he found Laney to be safe and sound and in zero need of his intervention. Sometimes being a PI really paid off. She'd learned about Boris' unrequited feelings for Laney ages ago and had been waiting months to use that piece of gossip to her advantage.Several minutes after Boris had left, Vlad exited his office to head into the city for his meeting. She tossed him a cold look when he suggested she might miss him. He laughed and kissed her hard enough on the mouth that she gasped and her lips tingled from the pressure. Vlad did like to make an impression.?"Where is Boris?" he asked.Jane's heart sped up and she dropped
"I've been expecting you," he said, not getting up from his chair. "Thought you'd come sooner though.""Gunshot wounds take time to heal," she snapped, keeping her gun level on his relaxed form."I meant, I thought your boyfriend would be by sooner," he clarified.Jane's eyes flickered around the room, trying to determine if he had a weapon. She couldn't see anything. "I didn't tell him.""I figured," he said heavily. "He shot up half the town searching for your attacker and didn't come sniffing around me. If you'd told him, I'd be hanging out with Dennis Yankovich by now." He looked at her speculatively. "He doesn't know you're here.""No," she confirmed."Once he finds out, I'm a dead man. Even if you decide not to kill me.""I'm not going to kill you Grubs, I just want some answers." He flinched at the pet name she used to call him. "Whether you live or die depends on you. Once you're in custody, you can be sent to a federal prison in a different state, out of Sitnikov's infl
The ride home was icily silent. Vlad allowed her to brood without comment or touch. Though she had been a cop for ten years, she wasn't used to seeing such brutality from a person with whom she was emotionally involved. Jane stifled a bitter laugh. She never got emotionally involved with anyone, so her entire fucked up relationship with Vladimir Sitnikov was a novelty. If pressed, she couldn't even begin to describe her own feelings toward the tall, dark mob boss. Fear. Lust. Hate. "Is this why you didn't just take me when you had the chance? You wanted me to find out about my former employers? All those months ago, I practically dared you to fuck me on your doorstep. You wanted me to know he was in your pocket, but you didn't want to be the one to tell me." Her voice wavered with pain and anger.He looked across the length of the seat at her with cool disinterest. "That was part of the reason. At the time you weren't ready for me yet.""And now I am?" she asked with a shiver."
"I want to go home Vlad. Now," she insisted, crossing her arms tightly over her chest.He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled off both the shirt and the jacket, draping them over the back of a chair that was pushed up against the marble kitchen island. "No Jane," he said, his voice low, the accent becoming more pronounced as he stalked toward her. "You want to be treated like a whore."He stopped in front of her, his naked chest displaying the stark array of tattoos. The temple with its base of skulls looked more sinister than ever to her, reminding her that he wasn't a pretend bad guy. He was the real thing. And she constantly mocked and defied him. She was only alive because something about her caught his attention to the point of obsession. She tilted her chin and glared up into his dark, soulless eyes, daring him to do his worst.His lips pulled back in a thin, feral grin. He spread his arms wide, "This is where I bring my whores, where I fuck and suck and then leave. Sometimes if t
Jane grinned happily as she sat crosslegged on the floor of Vlad's study in front of his open safe with a pile of VERY incriminating papers piled in her lap. She could hardly believe the code she'd managed to oversee while being forced to trail Vlad everywhere he went actually worked and that her Russian lover felt comfortable enough leaving work in there with his ex-cop girlfriend staying in the same house. Well, he certainly had made spying on his criminal enterprise a whole lot easier the past few days. After the whole kicking-him-in-the-junk and beating-him-up-with-a-toilet-chip incident, followed by the sneaking out of his fortress to confront an attempted murderer by herself snafu, Vlad hadn't been feeling too trusting of Jane. So he'd decided she was to be babysat by Boris at all times. And when not with Boris, she was to be accompanied by Vlad. She wasn't even allowed to pee alone for those few days after she'd confronted Gruber. But the one thing Vladimir Stinikov, impenetra
Jane stared defiantly at Vlad, daring him to say something. He eyed her outfit of black skinny jeans and black T-shirt with the caption "private dick" emblazoned on it with faint distaste. In concession to her wedding day, she had brushed her straight dark hair and added a light layer of make-up, including blue eye shadow, which brought out the angry sparkle in her eyes, and nude lipstick.?She also added a silver skull ring to her middle finger.Vlad looked his usual detached sexy in an even-more-expensive-than-usual dark grey suit with a blue silk tie. "I told Boris to take you shopping this morning," he said, cold anger evident in his voice. "Yet this is what you wear."Oh goody, she had pissed him off again. The cold fa?ade that habitually frightened everyone else in his world didn't stop her from doing everything in her power to annoy him. Especially on her forced wedding day. Because, though she would like to deny what was about to happen, she was under no illusions that once th
Though her wedding ceremony hadn't been the happiest event of her life, Jane found herself several hours later partaking in what would pass for their reception with surprising enjoyment. She sat at her new husband's side eating a sampling of each new Russian dish that was placed before her in one of the city's most exclusive restaurants. The owner, Vladimir Sitnikov, had closed the establishment to the public on the occasion of his wedding and invited only his closest friends and soldiers. Some of the food she enjoyed and some she pushed away after one bite.Jane knew that she would have to impress the men that surrounded Vlad, and among the Russians there was only so many ways she could do that. Strength and vodka. Since she wouldn't be winning any arm wrestling competitions in the near future, she ended up downing shot after shot of vodka in honour of her health, her beauty, her fertility and whatever else the jovial foul-mouthed men could come up with. After a few hours of revelry,
"Oh my god!" she groaned the next morning, rolling off the bed with a thump, and run-crawled to the bathroom. She got the lid of the toilet open just in time to discover that vodka is not nearly as smooth coming back up as it is going down."Burns, does it, malysh?" said a darkly amused voice from the doorway."Fuck you and your 'molysh' bullshit," she replied between bouts of nausea. "I'll give you a pet name that'll make even your goddamned mafia ears burn."She glared at him from underneath her bangs. Then she laughed weakly, imagining what she must look like: sweaty, pale and shaking with nausea in day old clothes. "I make a hell of a bride," she said with a watery grin before vomiting again.With a muttered comment in Russian, he went to the sink, ignoring her weak slap at his leg to get him away, and wetted a facecloth. He bent over her and, lifting her dark hair, pressed the cool cloth against the back of her neck. She sighed in relief, her body beginning to relax now that