Oscar pressed a button on the side of the couch at the sound of a knock on the door. Chris craned his head, his stomach clenching at the sight of Dima walking shirtless inside, his smooth and broad chest glittering.He paused when he saw Chris and Jay.
“Join us.” Oscar tapped the seat next to him.
Dima sat down, sending daggers with his eyes, his shoulders tense.
“Dima, I’m sure you remember our good friends, Chris and Jay.”
“They are not friends.”
“Fucking brilliant,” Jay said. “You turned this shithead into a toy?”
“Heaven’s no! Dima would bite the members’ cocks off. But since heispart of the club, I’ve decided that he should contribute to the entertainment. It’s quite harmless, really. Nothing below the waistline. Let’s be honest, what else is he using his muscles for?”
“Fair point.” Jay crossed his legs, smiling broadly at Dima’s nasty glare, but Chris was too nervous to enjoy any of this.
Oscar placed his palm on Dima’s bouncing leg. “He’s not a fan of his new position, but he has learned to accept it.”
This didnotlook like a man who accepted anything, Chris thought.
“We also treat the toys much nicer than before,” Oscar said proudly. “Would you mind asking Anthony if he—”
“No,” Chris and Jay said together.
“Well, it was worth a shot. Dima, Mr. Roberts is in trouble, and he needs our help. His life is in greatdanger.”
“Good.”
“Shut up and listen. His two adopted brothers are after the money he has recently inherited. He doesn’t want that money, but he can’t get rid of it quite yet. Until he finds a legal way to solve this predicament, he requires protection. Jay is doing his part, but he can’t be with Chris around the clock. You will help with that.”
Oh God.
“Me? But I hate him!”
“You are not being asked to be his sweetheart. You will simply keep him safe when Jay’s working during the day. I’ll speak with Mickey to give you access to all the relevant floors. Chris, please get Dima photos of your horrible brothers so he can identify them and may or may not break their necks.”
Dima raised an eyebrow. “You want me to break their necks?”
“Well, what else are you supposed to do if they try anything? Leave the legal mess to Mickey and me.”
Chris felt lightheaded, yet a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. For years, he had faced the Mitchells alone, outnumbered and outmatched. Now, he was raising a small and deadly army, making it finally possible to end this bloody war.
“Good point about the brothers’ photos,” Jay said. “I’ll also need to see those.”
Chris nodded. “Okay, I’ll look.”
“How long will I need to help him?” Dima grumbled.
“Until I tell you otherwise. Look at the bright side; you’ll get a break from the club and your new fans.”
Dima nodded thoughtfully. “This I like.”
Chris told Oscar, “Not to sound ungrateful, but is there anyone else we might use?”
Dima snorted. “You think you can find someone better?”
“He doesn’t.” Jay turned to Chris. “I know what he did to Anthony and to you, but I’ve seen him fight. It will be wise to have him watching your back.” He asked Oscar, “When can he start?”
“He can meet Chris tomorrow morning at his office. I will speak with Mickey by then.”
