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Authors: Cheyenne McCray
Tags: Fiction, Suspense, Romance, Espionage, Romantic Suspense Fiction, Witnesses - Protection, Mafia - Russia
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heard its soft thump on the carpet. Mesmerized, his gaze landed on her full breasts. Her dark nipples and areolas showed clearly through the white silk. Her nipples were hard and raising the soft fabric.
Daniel tried to breathe, but it was nearly impossible.
His muscles strained, wanting to touch her, taste her. His cock was primed to be inside her.
He raised his gaze to meet hers and saw the same desire reflected in her eyes.
The muscles of his throat worked as he stared at her, unable to break the connection. It seemed like everything around them, the world, life, had come to a grinding halt.
Goddamnit. He was a U.S. Deputy Marshal assigned to protect Ani. Not have sex with her.
It was the hardest thing he'd ever done, but Daniel clenched his fists and turned away.
CHAPTER FIVE
Yegor narrowed his eyes as Piterskij approached him. His second in command's footsteps made no sound as he walked across the lush burgundy carpeting of Yegor's office.
Piterskij cleared his throat as he reached the enormous mahogany desk. "Our associates were unsuccessful in eliminating Anistana King in Arizona."
"Urody!" Yegor roared as he pushed his considerable bulk from his leather chair. The chair flew back and hit the wall behind him with a muted thump. He braced his palms on the papers scattered across his desk.
"Lev was unable to take out the target before the police arrived." Piterskij's features were hard and cold. "Lev followed the target with her police escort to the police department. The King woman was then taken to Tucson by a man he believes to be a U.S. Deputy Marshal."
Piterskij's body was clearly tense but he remained still, his hands behind his back, as he continued. "Lev and another associate staked out the hotel. This morning they tried to take out the woman, but failed again. Our associates attempted to follow the target, but were impeded by an auto accident."
Yegor picked up a brass bull paperweight and considered heaving it at Piterskij. "Tell me, what about the terrorist threats on Arizona air traffic? What happened to our stakeouts of every possible avenue to Phoenix and every military base?" He clenched the paperweight tighter. "Tell me!"
Piterskij's Adam's apple bobbed as he spoke, but he exhibited no fear. "The target and her escort never showed. We believe they may have headed in the opposite direction. Perhaps El Paso or Albuquerque, the next two towns with large airports. El Paso has Fort Bliss."
The bull weighed heavier in Yegor's hand and a vein pulsed at his forehead as he let out a string of curses. Putting his weight behind the throw, he flung the bull across the room. With a loud crack the bull buried its head in the wall and hung there.
Piterskij flinched.
Yegor's breathing grew heavy and he placed both palms on his desk again. His arms shook with the force of his anger.
"What do you intend to do now to rectify this situation?"
"We will find associates to stake out the airports in both cities and as near as possible to the military base." Piterskij extended one hand from behind his back, holding out a photograph. "Lev hired a photographer to witness the executions and provide the evidence to you. Before the attempts were made, the photographer captured the target and the Deputy Marshal with his camera."
Yegor reached for the photograph, which was clear enough to see her features. "This is the bitch? I remember her as quite fat."
"Lev is certain it is her," Piterskij said. "Apparently her appearance has changed considerably."
"Get this picture on the news and in the papers in Albuquerque and El Paso." Yegor thrust the photograph back at Piterskij. "Find our 'missing heiress' and offer a million-dollar reward for her return to her 'family.' The moment she is brought to the meeting place, kill her. No ties to our family."
Piterskij bowed. "As you wish," he said, before turning and striding out the door.
As Piterskij walked out, two little girls ran in, giggling. The five-year-old twins had
Daniel tried to breathe, but it was nearly impossible.
His muscles strained, wanting to touch her, taste her. His cock was primed to be inside her.
He raised his gaze to meet hers and saw the same desire reflected in her eyes.
The muscles of his throat worked as he stared at her, unable to break the connection. It seemed like everything around them, the world, life, had come to a grinding halt.
Goddamnit. He was a U.S. Deputy Marshal assigned to protect Ani. Not have sex with her.
It was the hardest thing he'd ever done, but Daniel clenched his fists and turned away.
CHAPTER FIVE
Yegor narrowed his eyes as Piterskij approached him. His second in command's footsteps made no sound as he walked across the lush burgundy carpeting of Yegor's office.
Piterskij cleared his throat as he reached the enormous mahogany desk. "Our associates were unsuccessful in eliminating Anistana King in Arizona."
"Urody!" Yegor roared as he pushed his considerable bulk from his leather chair. The chair flew back and hit the wall behind him with a muted thump. He braced his palms on the papers scattered across his desk.
"Lev was unable to take out the target before the police arrived." Piterskij's features were hard and cold. "Lev followed the target with her police escort to the police department. The King woman was then taken to Tucson by a man he believes to be a U.S. Deputy Marshal."
Piterskij's body was clearly tense but he remained still, his hands behind his back, as he continued. "Lev and another associate staked out the hotel. This morning they tried to take out the woman, but failed again. Our associates attempted to follow the target, but were impeded by an auto accident."
Yegor picked up a brass bull paperweight and considered heaving it at Piterskij. "Tell me, what about the terrorist threats on Arizona air traffic? What happened to our stakeouts of every possible avenue to Phoenix and every military base?" He clenched the paperweight tighter. "Tell me!"
Piterskij's Adam's apple bobbed as he spoke, but he exhibited no fear. "The target and her escort never showed. We believe they may have headed in the opposite direction. Perhaps El Paso or Albuquerque, the next two towns with large airports. El Paso has Fort Bliss."
The bull weighed heavier in Yegor's hand and a vein pulsed at his forehead as he let out a string of curses. Putting his weight behind the throw, he flung the bull across the room. With a loud crack the bull buried its head in the wall and hung there.
Piterskij flinched.
Yegor's breathing grew heavy and he placed both palms on his desk again. His arms shook with the force of his anger.
"What do you intend to do now to rectify this situation?"
"We will find associates to stake out the airports in both cities and as near as possible to the military base." Piterskij extended one hand from behind his back, holding out a photograph. "Lev hired a photographer to witness the executions and provide the evidence to you. Before the attempts were made, the photographer captured the target and the Deputy Marshal with his camera."
Yegor reached for the photograph, which was clear enough to see her features. "This is the bitch? I remember her as quite fat."
"Lev is certain it is her," Piterskij said. "Apparently her appearance has changed considerably."
"Get this picture on the news and in the papers in Albuquerque and El Paso." Yegor thrust the photograph back at Piterskij. "Find our 'missing heiress' and offer a million-dollar reward for her return to her 'family.' The moment she is brought to the meeting place, kill her. No ties to our family."
Piterskij bowed. "As you wish," he said, before turning and striding out the door.
As Piterskij walked out, two little girls ran in, giggling. The five-year-old twins had
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