A man stops me at the door. Big, scarred, the kind of muscle that screams Morozov.
"We're closed."
"I need to see Alexei."
His eyes narrow. "Who are you?"
"Gemma Marini. He'll want to see me."
Recognition flashes across his face. "Wait here."
He disappears inside. I stand there, heart pounding, second-guessing everything.
What am I doing? Saint will kill me if he finds out. And that's if Alexei doesn't do it first. Hell, I'm sure there's a gun trained onme right now. Alexei wouldn't leave his club uncovered with one guard.
Right?
I inhale sharply as the door opens.
The guard jerks his head. "Come."
I follow him through the club, past the bar, to a back office. He knocks once, then opens the door.
Alexei sits behind a desk, looking amused. "Well, well. Saint Marini's little wife. This is unexpected."
I step inside, back straight. The guard closes the door behind me, and the click makes me shiver.
"I have a proposition," I say, getting right to it. "One I think you'll like."
"Do you now?" He leans back in his chair. "Does your husband know you're here?"
"No."
"Interesting." He gestures to the chair across from him. "Sit. Tell me what brings you to my territory without your keeper."
I sit on the edge of the chair. I'm so stiff that I think I'd shatter if someone touches me. "Saint says you want information to bring down Adrian."
"Did he?"
I nod. "I can give you that."
His eyebrows raise. "Just like you gave Saint?"
My mouth is dry. "I'm not here to discuss Saint. This is between you and me."
"I don't do business with women."
I glare. "What's between my legs doesn't affect the intel I can provide."
Alexei's smile turns predatory. "Are you planning to provide me the same package deal you give Saint?"
Heat floods my face at his words. I know what he's implying.
"I'm offering information. Nothing else."
He studies me for a long moment, and I try not to squirm. "Why?"
"Why what?"
