"What's wrong?" My brows narrowed inward, concentrating on whatever he said next.
"Not over the phone. How soon can you get here?"
I looked down at Shanice, still peaceful in sleep. Fuck. I didn’t want to leave her. "An hour."
"Make it thirty minutes." He hung up.
I carefully extracted myself from Shanice, sliding out of bed without waking her. I grabbed my jeans and moved to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face. I looked up into the mirror and appreciated my relaxed demeanor. The next time that I’d be able to be this free would feel like a lifetime away. I savored the moment and then… I stretched my neck and clicked my mental armor in place. It was time for me to get to work.
When I came out, my wife was awake, sitting up in bed with the sheet pulled around her. There was nothing in the world more beautiful than she was in this moment. I took a picture of her to save the memory and etch it into time.
Her heritage tried to shine through the once bone strait hair. Her hair had waves in it from the workout I’d put her through the past three days. Whisps of curls that were full and thick scattered across her head. Her full lips, the swell of her breasts, the contrast of her golden sunkissed skin against the white sheets.
I shook my head stunned by how the ‘recently fucked’ look took her appeal up a million notches. And she was all mine. Thediamond ring gleaming on her finger was proof of that. Mrs. Mikhail Borisov. I was rock hard and I didn’t have time to do anything about it.
She’s so fucking sexy.
"Everything okay?" she asked.
"I need to go see Olek. Something came up." I licked my lips, reminiscing about how good she tastes.
Her expression fell slightly, but she nodded. "Work stuff?"
"Yeah. I'll be back as soon as I can." I moved to the bed, cupping her face and kissing her deeply. "Stay here. Order room service, relax, enjoy the view. I’ll send someone to keep guard and I’ll let you know how long I’ll be after I get there. Promise."
"Okay." She sighed, unhappy about the news of me having to leave her.
Trust, I felt the same damn way.
"I promise. I’ll let you know if it's more than a few hours." I kissed her again. "I love you."
"I love you too."
Then I was out the door.
I made it to the mansion in twenty-five minutes. Olek was in his office, Dmitri sitting across from him. Dmitri looked as cold and calculating as ever, his eyes assessing me the moment I walked in. I didn’t trust his ass either, so the feeling was mutual.
"Mikhail," Olek said. "Sit."
I remained standing. "What's going on?"
"We have a problem." Olek leaned forward. "There are two other witnesses who saw what happened to Marcus. Not just Shanice.”
My blood went cold. "How do you know? Where were they?"
"Our cop on the inside." Dmitri's voice was smooth, accented. "Someone came to the station yesterday to report a murder. Said he witnessed it, had details. Apparently, they were inside the cooler area hiding when everything went down. Our officer sent him home, told him they'd contact him for a statement. Bought us some time, but not much."
"Who is he?" I asked.
Olek slid a file across the desk. "Eddie Carlson. Small time criminal, used to run with Marcus's crew. This is his address, his known associates, everything our cop could pull."
I opened the file, memorizing the details.
"And the second witness?" I asked.
"Carlson mentioned him but didn't give a name. Said there were two of them who saw everything, but the other guy didn't want to come forward." Olek's jaw tightened. "You'll need to get that information from Carlson."
"And then?"
