“No.”
I sag, and his hand chucks my chin, forcing me to look at him.
“I don’t want you to cut off your finger. Save it. I may want to suck on them later.”
My eyes widen and my dick hardens slightly. He notices it, but doesn’t offer to touch it. Just lets it reach for the stars. It eventually goes down, though, defeated and overwhelmed.
Because the plane finally lands. I’m left to bounce nervously, Georgiy grabbing our bags from the overhead bins and hefting them down the stairs toward the waiting car.
“What did you pack in here?” he grunts as he opens the trunk and places the bags inside.
“Just some saws and some hammers. Just in case I need to cut her up and then pound her to bits. Oh, and we should probably stop by a store so I can get some chemicals if we need to dissolve her.”
“Bane,” Georgiy interrupts, opening the passenger side door for me. I nearly swoon at how gentlemanly this is. “We aren’t dissolving anyone. If we need a clean-up, Sebastian has said he’ll take care of it for us.”
My bottom lip juts out. “Oh. Well, that’s no fun.”
“It’s how we’ll operate.”
I sigh and slide into my seat, clicking my seatbelt on and waiting while Georgiy takes his seat behind the wheel.
“Fine, no chemicals.”
“No chemicals.”
My eyes take him in—his sexy, unrumpled suit, his perfectly brushed hair. “You look sexy,” I blurt, and he peers over at me.
“So do you.”
I wiggle in my seat, and he sets his hand on the console, turning it palm up so I can slide my fingers through his.
“I think you love me,” I tell him, and he huffs.
“I don’t even know what love is,” he says, his fingers curling around mine. “But I do care. And that’s all I can give you at the moment.”
“Oh, that’s fine. I’ll take it. Pretty soon, you’ll love me. I know it.”
I grin at him and he shakes his head, pulling the car forward and off the tarmac, following the GPS on his phone to Sue Mitchell’s house. It’s on the outskirts of a small town, in the middle of a large field, a barn and a large outbuilding beside it. It’s rickety and old, falling apart at the seams.
Have I been here before?I think as Georgiy parks the car. I don’t feel anything when I look at it. Perhaps Sue is just a very nice lady, one who bakes and hugs and loves every kid who comes through her door. Maybe she’s the woman in my memory. Maybe she loved me. Maybe she woke me up with songs and read me stories before bed. Maybe she taught me to bake and to brush my teeth.
What if she taught me how to use a knife?
But not to kill. To slice into the cake she pulled out of the oven…
“Slow down,” Georgiy grumbles when I nearly rush to the front door, needing to meet this woman so I can see for myself.
But all that hope, all those dreams, die when I meet her. The door is ripped open, and a scowl greets me. Her graying hair is pulled back into a bun, her shirt a mess. She looks shriveled and sour, like a rotten grape.
“Who the hell are you?” she grunts, eyeing Georgiy and then me. “I’m not buying anything. So fuck off.”
Georgiy cocks his head in the simple way he does when he’s assessing how best to kill someone. He’s scoping out veins and tendons.
“We aren’t selling anything. We just have some questions about a few children you’ve adopted in the past. Can we come in?”
“You the Feds?”
“No,” Georgiy replies.
