Her eyes meet mine as she lets out a startled gasp. “What?”
“I’ll pay you five thousand a month, and you can stay in this room for free, but I want something from you in return.”
Her grey eyes widen at my words, making me let out an annoyed grunt. “Relax,kiska, I don’t fucking bribe women for sex. I want loyalty. You speak to no one about anything to do with me or my family. Not a fucking word. You’re free to come and go as you please, but someone will be watching you every time you leave this property.”
Pulling the last of the rope off, I massage her wrists, bringing the circulation back, watching her pupils dilate as she tries like hell to not enjoy it. I wait until her eyes meet mine again. “If you disobey my rules, you’re out. I don’t give second chances.”
“I understand.” She looks around the room. “I don’t have any of my stuff. My clothes, my phone, nothing.”
“I’ll get them for you.”
“I really need my phone in case my mom calls.”
“You’ll have it before the sun rises.”
When I realize I’m still lazily stroking her inner wrist with my thumb, I pull back and stand up. “Wait here for a minute.”
Leaving her, I walk upstairs to my own room and find a pair of joggers and a white T-shirt. They’ll be huge on her, but it’s better than sitting around in pee-soaked pants. I also add in some bathroom supplies and on a whim I grab a hooded sweatshirt and an extra blanket from the foot of my bed in case she gets cold. Returning to her room, I set everything on the bed.
“The clothes will be too big, but at least it’s something for you to wear until I get back with your stuff.”
She runs her hands over the clothes, noticing the shampoo and new toothbrush. “Thank you, Volodya.” Looking up at me, she asks, “Should I call you Mr. Medvedev?”
“Volodya’s fine.” I’d usually insist on something more formal, or at least my full name of Vladimir, but I like hearing her say the shortened form of my name. I nod towards the bathroom that’s connected to her room. “This is all yours, so feel free to shower or whatever. I need to go take care of some things. We can set up your payments tomorrow and get everything else sorted out.” I toss the remote onto the bed. “I have all the streaming shit, so just make yourself at home.”
“What about my car?” she asks, grabbing onto the clothes and toiletries.
“Which one is it?”
Her cheeks turn a little pink when she says, “The Ford Escort that you parked next to.”
My expression must say it all because she gets a little huffy and says, “It runs great and has never broken down on me.”
I raise a brow in disbelief but don’t comment. I also don’t tell her I’ll be buying her something more reliable. Before I walk out the door, she says, “You’re going to have to introduce me to your dogs so they don’t rip my throat out when I need to dust the living room or whatever.”
“Tomorrow,” I tell her, trying not to laugh. My dogs are going to maul her all right, but it’s going to be with sloppy dog kisses and big tail wags.
Shutting her door, I send a quick text to Oleg, telling him to meet me at Scott’s house and to gather whatever info he can about where Kaylee is. I don’t bother with a shower. I know it’s completely fucked up, but I keep my dirty jeans on and get back in my car. Boris steps closer when I stop at the gate.
“The young woman you saw me with is Maddie. She’s my new maid, so make sure you spread the word. She’s not to be bothered, and if I hear about anyone putting their hands on her, they’re going to have me to answer to.”
He seems surprised, but wisely keeps his damn mouth shut. Usually, I’d let my guys fuck whoever they want as long as the girl is willing, but I don’t want anyone trying shit with Maddie. She’s an employee, and the thought of her sleeping with my men doesn’t sit well with me. Refusing to psychoanalyze it, I give Boris a nod and drive off. If I didn’t enjoy being in my car so much, I’d be irritated about having to get out and re-do the evening. Parking behind Oleg in front of Scott’s house, I watch as his white-blonde head emerges from his car. He’s been one of my top men for years. He’s a sneaky little bastard who can get in and out of just about anywhere. He’ll be disappointed when he finds out I just need him to watch my back tonight.
He eyes the large mansion and the set of windows on the third floor. “Need me to get up there?” he asks. Even in a whisper, I can hear the hopeful tone of his voice.
“Sorry, man. It’s just lookout work tonight and help with a kidnapping. Did you find anything on Kaylee?”
His pale eyes run over the house, and I know he’s already mapped out several ways he could get his nimble ass up there. Without taking his eyes off the mansion, he hands me his phone, showing me the social media account of a woman who really likes to document every fucking second of her life. I see the photo Vasily sent me as I keep scrolling through her feed.
“How many damn photos can one woman take of herself?”
Oleg laughs and points at the most recent photo. It’s of her and a man who looks like he was born with a gold bar up his ass. Both of them are smiling and standing in front of a restaurant with a nautical theme.
“Lucky for us she documents everything. She’s drawing us a map straight to her ass.”
“True,” I admit, handing him his phone back. “I just need to get a few things, and then we can grab her.”
I smack his shoulder and lead the way to the back. The house looks exactly as I left it, and it’s not near as fun when I’m not pulling a bound, beautiful woman along behind me. I hadn’t bothered to lock the doors behind me last time, so I just open them and walk in. I know the men we have watching Scott will let me know when he’s on his way back.
