“You don’t like it?”
“No. I don’t understand why anybody would like tobacco. Weed, though, that I can appreciate. Do
you think you can give me some before Viper works on me?” I cringed, thinking of the amount of pain
I’d have to take to make the video of my murder real. Jesse said I’d lose a tooth or two, for crying out loud.
He tucked my hair behind my ear. “You can have anything you want, baby girl.”
I bit my lip. “I like it when you call me baby girl…better than sugar beau.”
A grin stretched his lips as he leaned in for a whisper. “Maybe my baby girl wanna start calling me
daddy now?”
A shy giggle burst out of me. “I think that will be…hot.”
“Yeah?”
“If you like it, too.”
“I fucking like it a lot.” He devoured my lips in a scorching kiss. “Let’s get inside.”
I second that. His phone vibrated so he got it out of his pocket and squinted at the screen. Then his eyes widened, and he dragged me back, running to where he’d parked.
My heartbeat jumped. “What’s going on?”
Before he could answer, a black SUV screeched, appearing out of nowhere, almost running us
over, followed by a black Sedan. Then men in suits emerged from the motel corners, guns in their
hands.
Jesse got out his gun, too, pushing me behind him protectively. I pulled out mine from the back of
my jeans, my gaze darting right and left, my breaths turning into gasps.
The door to the Sedan opened, a bald head popping out of it. “Jesse Savage. They say you’re a
man who can find lost things.” The guy’s shoes found the ground. The tinted glass still hid his face
from us, but I recognized the voice, the accent, and my legs wobbled. When he rose and exited the car, his slanted amber eyes meeting mine, my heart fell to my knees. “I believe you have found my niece
for me.”
Eighteen
Savage
Rasputin Romanov was the definition of a Russian bear. Puff and ugly. His voice was thick and rough.
His face was flat with a crooked nose as if wheels had run over it. He might have looked scary, but I wasn’t scared. I’d kill the motherfucker myself if he thought about a laying a hand on Sia.
“Nastya,” he said, buttoning his suit jacket. “I can’t believe you’re alive.”
I could feel her trembling behind me. “Listen, I don’t know who you are or what niece you’re
talking about. This is my girl. Her name is Dani.”
