"Ivan, Yuri, and Sergei. The Zhukov brothers, and they kind of run security for Silver Spoons Inc. as well as a few off-the-books things."
"I've met Sergei but not the others."
I snorted. "You'll know them when you've met them."
They were big, muscular, beefy men who'd served in the Russian Special Forces before coming to America due to Russia's crackdown on homosexuals. Little by little, friends and family had followed them, and now, almost every member of our security force was Russian.
It might be a good language to learn.
"I'm sure they know someone who can look into that VIP list," I said. "There's no sense in putting a beacon over your head. Even if Brasov suspects you are here, he can't get to you. This place is locked up tighter than Fort Knox."
"I hope so because I doubt he'll give up. I pissed him off by escaping. He's not going to stop until he's behind bars or one of us is dead. I know what I'm hoping for."
Me, too.
Chapter Thirteen
~ Dalton ~
I glanced up when the door opened. I tensed until I realized the tall man who'd walked in was the same one I'd seen in an argument with a smaller guy back at the club. Strangely enough, the smaller guy was currently plastered to his side.
"How is he, Doctor?" the taller man asked.
"He'll be fine, Mr. Knox. He just needs some rest and lots of fluids. No caffeine or alcohol for at least twenty-four hours." The doctor held up the two tubes of blood. "I'll take these back to my office and see if I can figure out what they were given."
"Thank you." Knox glanced at me before holding out his hand. "I'm Colton Knox. This is my husband, Newt."
"Sir." I shook his hand and then his husband's. "Thank you for getting me and Cam out of there. The buyer Brasov had set up for us was supposed to be coming to get us tomorrow, and I really wouldn't do well as a sex slave."
Knox chuckled. "No doubt."
I pointed to the slight dark spot on his cheek. "Did Kirk do that?"
Knox's eyebrows lifted. "Kirk?"
"Yeah, he's Brasov's thug. He does most of Brasov's dirty work."
"Big guy? No neck? Wears a lot of black?"
I smiled at that description. "Yeah, that's him."
Knox reached up and brushed his fingers over his cheek. "Yes, this is his handiwork. He'll be cooling his heels in jail tonight, so he's got plenty of time to rethink slugging his patrons."
"He wouldn't care."
"He will now." Newt smirked. "Once Lancaster is on his feet again, he needs to go down to the police precinct and press charges against Kirk for assault."
Couldn't happen to a nicer guy.
"We're going to call it good for tonight and gather together in the morning after everyone's had a good night's rest. I think we could all use it."
I nodded. I knew I could. I wasn't tired exactly, but I needed a moment to breathe and realize I wasn't still locked up in Brasov's little hidden room.
"If you need anything," Knox continued, "talk to Jerome. He can get it for you."
I nodded. "Thank you."
"He's placed your two friends in the guest room. If you—"
