by Leah Wilde
“I’m sorry,” she said without looking at me. “I didn’t know what I was getting into. You were not clear enough, apparently, when you were describing the opportunity.”
While she talked, I took another moment to let my eyes roam over her body, from the heels she wore to her bare legs reaching up and underneath her pencil skirt and, again, the thin sweater that hugged her arms. I looked up to her young face and her golden brown hair pulled up in a bun. It was a shame I’d hired her for this job. I would have enjoyed helping her unwind that mousy little body of hers and getting her to let her hair down.
“No,” I told her with a sigh, “I’m sorry.” I reached across her to unbuckle her seat belt so I could pull her out of the car.
She raised her hands and sat back. “What are you doing?”
My arm brushed her sweater as I reached across her, pressing against her stomach as I unbuckled her. I felt the unexpected curve of her breasts just above my arm, triggering an equally unexpected desire.
I pulled the seatbelt back from her, dismissing what I felt as just a trick of the way she was seated. Surely she wasn’t hiding curves like that under her conservative clothes.
“Get out of the car, Dr. Danvers,” I told her, stepping back from the car and holding my arm out to help her down.
“I’m not happy about this,” she said, taking my hand with one of hers, wrapping her small, thin fingers around mine as she stepped out of the Suburban.
“Just like I’m not happy about having to hire someone to translate for me,” I replied. As long as Dimitri had been stateside, and as long as he’d been on our radar, I did not expect him not to be able to speak English, but once we got him to HQ, we discovered he couldn’t speak a lick of it.
“I can only imagine what someone like you could want me to do here.” She crossed her arms again and looked around the garage.
We kept the two bays of the garage stocked with tools and spare parts in case we needed to do any mechanic work. Most of our stock was in the pit area beneath the bay, where we would go to get access to the underside of cars we worked on, instead of having hydraulic lifts to raise the cars. It was much safer and gave us a basement for other jobs as well.
“Where is everybody?” she asked. “This place is dead, and yet, there are bikes all along the street.”
As if in response, a thud came from upstairs. “Something tells me everyone is upstairs,” I answered her absently. I started to walk towards the office and the stairs leading to the pit and basement.
She stood where she was. “Gage, I’m sorry, but I can’t do this,” she said.
As I turned around, I saw her start to walk out of the garage. I hurried to her and put my arm around her waist to pull her back inside with me.
“Let go of me,” she fussed, kicking her feet and hitting my arm with her little balled up fists as I drug her back into the garage. I felt her body against mine as she struggled with me. Underneath her prim little sweater and her pencil skirt, she was all curves. I found myself wishing again that I hadn’t hired her to work on Dimitri for me. Instead, I wanted to see what I felt under her clothes.
“You’re not going anywhere,” I told her. “I hired you, I’ve paid you, and now you have a job to do.”
She twisted her body and pulled away from me. “You can have your money back,” she snapped. “I don’t want anything to do with violent criminals like you and your motorcycle gang.”
“I completely understand.” I held my hands up and took a step towards her. “You’re not here to do anything but talk to this guy for me. I need you to get some information out of him for me, and after that, you’re free to go,” I explained to her as I closed the distance between us. She had no idea I was about to grab her again and drag her into the basement with me.
“I don’t know if I want any part of what you’re doing,” she repeated. “I don’t want to know what you’re doing to this man, what you want to know, or why you’re questioning him in the first place.”
I grabbed her arm and pulled her to me as I stepped around behind her. “I’m not going to take no for an answer, Dr. Danvers,” I told her. “You’re free to leave once you do what I’ve paid you to do. You’re not going to have to hurt anyone. You just have to ask a few questions, get some answers for me, and then everyone gets to go home.” I spoke in a low, calm voice into her ear. I could feel her body tensing up while I talked, turning me on even further.
She didn’t say anything as I walked her to the stairs leading down from the bay to the basement. I held onto her arms as we descended the stairs and walked through the open doorway into the pit area underneath the bay. The thick metal door to the enclosed basement stood across the room from us.
“Is that where you’re taking me?” she asked.
“Yes, it is,” I whispered in her ear. “That’s where your new friend, Dimitri, is. You’re going to go in there with me and follow my cues. You’re going to say what I tell you to say and ask what I tell you to ask. You’re not going to improvise in any way. Do you understand?”
She nodded, closing her eyes to fight back the tears I could see welling up.
“There’s no reason to get upset, Julia. I’ve been told that you are the nation’s foremost Russian expert. Isn’t that so?”
She nodded again. “Yes.”
I loosened my grip on her arms. “All you need to do is convince him to answer my questions so that we don’t have to rough him up. I want to get the information I need from him quickly and painlessly. Then we can send you both away, and everyone can go about their lives like nothing happened here.”
I was trying to tell her what I thought she wanted to hear. I was going to have Dimitri roughed up either way, and he had been already. I just wanted to get the information first, before we had our fun and taught him a lesson. Dr. Julia Danvers didn’t need to know that.
“I’m just asking questions,” she repeated, as if she was just trying to make sure.
“Right, just asking questions,” I confirmed.
“What do you need to know?” she asked.
“No. Not until we get in there. I will let you know what to ask once we’re in the room with him.”
She pulled away from me gently, taking a step forward as I squared my shoulders to block the doorway back to the stairs.
Julia turned and looked at me with stony green eyes. “I’ll do it,” she said resolutely. “I’ll talk to him for you and try to get the information you need. As long as you agree that we’re not going in there to rough anyone up or torture him for information.”
“We’re just going in there to talk to him. I hired you to talk to him and translate anything he says for me,” I assured her.
She turned back around to face the steel door and concrete wall holding Dimitri in his solitary interrogation room. We’d poured the thick concrete ourselves when we bought the property for the Kings of Hell HQ. Originally, the pit was open from one end to the other, but we needed a room where we could take people for situations like these.
“Are you ready?” I asked her after she stood for a moment staring at the door. I was afraid I was going to lose her. “Take a moment to compose yourself, because when you enter that room, I want you to be one hundred percent professional for me. Do not let him see any distress.”
She took a shaky breath. “Got it.” Her body seemed to relax suddenly. “Let’s get this over with before I lose my nerve.”
She took a step towards the door, her back straight, shoulders squared, and head held high. Her heels echoed each time they hit the floor as she walked across the pit to the steel door of our basement.
I couldn’t help but watch her walk. She wasn’t what I had expected at all, not even after I’d seen her for the first time. I walked into her office expecting to see a frumpy college professor who lived most of her life in her head or inside a small apartment filled with books and cats. Most of the teachers I’d known in school had forgotten that they were women, but not Julia. As petite and mous
y as she was, she knew how to take a powerful, commanding posture when she needed to.
As a woman travelling the world and talking to other historians, digging for her own information, and convincing people to give it to her, it seemed necessary for her to be able to put on a strong front when she needed to. I was definitely impressed by her ability to command my attention the way she did. The woman I saw crossing the pit in confident strides was not the same woman who’d been on the verge of tears when we first came downstairs.
“Are you coming?” she asked me, turning back at the door, waiting on me to cross the room behind her and join her for her session with Dimitri.
She seemed to have grown a few inches taller as she crossed the room as well. I chalked it up to her straight-backed posture and her boost of confidence. She crossed her arms and leaned against the wall as I walked over to her.
I’d always avoided women like Julia Danvers, the prim and proper, uptight types. They always seemed too snobby, as if they looked down their noses at everyone. But now that someone like that was right here in front of me, I couldn’t take my eyes off her…
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Blaze
I'm going to use her, again and again, until I have what I want.
The look on her face when I kicked in the door was priceless.
Another day, another time, I might've laughed.
But not today. Not now.
There was business to take care of.
I cut right to the chase.
Ivan, my former business partner and mob boss extraordinaire, had tried to have me killed.
I'd survived the assassination attempt, but now, there was a Russian hitman locked up in the basement of the Kings of Hell clubhouse.
I needed someone to translate.
That's where she came in.
Her.
Julia Danvers, professor of Russian history and linguistics.
At first glance, I thought she was prim, proper, a princess in an ivory tower.
But every layer I peel away reveals something more.
Skin I want to stroke.
A body I want to squeeze.
A mouth I want to force wide open while she moans beneath me.
She doesn't belong in my world. She's far too fragile.
But I'm going to drag her, kicking and screaming…
…right into the heart of the blaze.
Brawn
I got her pregnant. Now, I’ll pay the price.
She looked too delicious to pass up. I wanted a taste.
So I took it.
I never thought I’d see her again.
But when my worst enemy shows up on my doorstep four months later,
It’s only the first of many unwelcome surprises.
Turns out he’s her father…
…and she’s pregnant.
I’ve got no choice; I have to do what he wants, or there will be war.
Even though his proposal is flat out insane.
Marry the girl? No thanks.
But he’s got me by the throat.
I didn’t expect what would happen next.
That the little blond girl with the gray eyes would become my angel.
That her moans would be music to my ears.
That, before long, she’d mean everything to me.
I have to keep her safe, amidst a brewing storm of violence that threatens to wreck my world.
But when I discover who’s responsible for the murders, protecting her gets that much harder.
If I’m learning anything, it’s this:
Betrayal always comes from those you love.
Bones
Revenge came at a price. So did she.
They say if you love something, let it go.
I’ve never believed in that B.S.
When I see something I want, I make it mine.
That’s exactly what happened when Isabel showed up on that auction block.
She looked innocent. Terrified. And oh so f**kable.
I had a mission to complete, but I put it on hold and did what I wanted:
I bought her.
It could cost me my life.
After years of waiting to strike back, I’m going behind enemy lines.
If I let Isabel become a distraction, I could get a knife in my back.
But I’ll take that risk. It’s time to have my revenge.
It turns out that my enemies might be one step ahead.
Before I can stop it, betrayal comes fast and blood comes faster.
They’re coming after everyone I love.
They’d better be careful, though. I always protect what’s mine.
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