His face lights up. “See you are smart. Know this, little warrior. You will have to fill seat you vacate. This is something to think about. Be sure you are ready for storm you want to cause. If I finish story you will have to finish road it paves.”
“You know, I’m get tired of your ass talking in riddles,” I grumble.
He bursts into laughter, transforming his handsome face into a more gorgeous version—almost welcoming. “Da, I see why Val likes you. Listen to me, go get friend. She is priority for now.”
“Finish the story, Misha,” I say tightly.
“I just did,” he says with a smug grin. “I will give green light when time. As I told you, we have connected problems. You can’t solve yours without exposing mine.”
I purse my lips, trying to hold in my anger. I want to make those fuckers pay. Darius and his brother are going to meet with hot slugs from my gun. I promise that.
However, knowing I can finally get to Natasha does simmer down some of my anger. Although something about Misha’s unfinished story leaves me unsettled. I weigh his words chewing on what I do know.
“Fine, where is she?”
Chapter 60
Best Distraction
John
I sit in our suite with a tumbler of Brandy in my hand, watching my woman. So many thoughts run through my jet lagged brain. We flew out from Russia to come back to the States as soon as we collected the baby and our things from the hotel. Mom insisted on coming along with us to help with the baby, even with her healing shoulder.
I only agreed because Mom threatened my life a number of times and I could see she needed to get away. I could see how stressed all this has made her. With Dad detouring to New York to get some answers, I figured we’d head here once we had Torque. It’s going to take a while for everyone to get back to normal after this one.
I take a sip of my drink and grimace at the burn. “You going to tell me what you and Misha talked about?” I say after I swallow.
Roni looks up from watching our daughter sleeping. She’s been sitting staring at our little princess since she fed her and put her to sleep. Roni is a great mother. I still don’t get how she can doubt that.
“Not much to tell,” she lies.
I nod. “That’s one.”
“One what?”
“Who’s Eliam Pérez?”
Her eyes widen for a split second before she puts that mask in place. I take another sip of my drink and lick my lips as I wait for her next lie to spill from her mouth. Instead of answering me, she goes to the door and cracks it.
“Torque, come get the baby and take her to Cass. Help her if she needs it,” Roni says.
She hands over the baby and closes the door. When she faces me, she leans her back against the door and folds her arms over her chest. I wait. I’ve cultivated my patience at this point.
“We don’t need to talk about this.”
“That’s two.”
“What the heck are you counting?”
I finish my drink and put it down. “I’ll ask again, baby. Think before you answer.”
“Who is Eliam Pérez?”
“No one you need to be concerned with. I’ve got this, John.”
“That’s three.”
“Three what? What the heck are you talking about?”
I crook a finger at her. “Come here.”
She side glances me, but I keep my face expressionless. The moment she realizes my intention, her eyes light up, she releases a heavy breath, and starts back across the room to where I’m sitting. The little sweat shorts she has on are perfect for what I have planned.
When she gets within arm’s reach, I tug her across my lap. It’s been a while since I’ve given her a good spanking. I’m going to enjoy this.
I grow hard as I caress her full globes, building the anticipation. “Now, you have avoided my questions and lied to me. I think you are forgetting who I am.”
I lift my hand and bring it down on her plush left cheek. The way it bounces is nothing short of perfection. Roni moans and squirms.
“John,” she gasps as I rub the sting away, brush my fingers close to her inner thigh, but not close enough.
“One,” I breath. “You still not ready to talk to me?”
“Babe, let it go,” she grunts.
“Two,” I call out as my hand comes down on the other cheek. “I can do this all night, baby. You ready to test me?”
Roni
I bite my lip. I don’t want to tell him about my dad or the craziness that’s going on in my head, but I know where this leads. If John doesn’t get answers, I’m not going to get the release he’s building me toward.
His hand comes down again and the loudest moan ever comes from my lips. I wiggle in his lap, but he plants a hand in the center of my back to hold me still. Once I stop squirming, he guides his hand to the waistband of my shorts and peels them away.
“Damn,” he groans. “You’re soaked.”
With my shorts discarded, he slips his fingers between my cheeks and gently caresses my folds. The teasing is always the worst part. I’m panting for him to give me what I need.
“Eliam Pérez is my father,” I relent.
“Now was that so hard, Cherone?”
I suck in a breath and turn to look up at him. His eyes are filled with a mixture of knowing and lust. “How do you know my name?”
“You have forgotten who I am. While I waited in the hall for you to finish with Misha, I started to search for anything I could find on Eliam Pérez. The death of his daughter, Cherone Pérez, four years ago was only one of the things I came across,” he replies.
“John, there’s so much I still need to figure out. I didn’t want to drag you into my mess.”
He lifts his hand and brings it down again. “When will you understand that I’m here to take care of all your needs. Stop trying to push me out. Stop being so damn stubborn.”
A keening sound comes from the back of my throat. I roll my eyes at my own weakness when it comes to this man. “If your dick wasn’t so good.”
“Like you don’t like being spanked. Look how wet your pussy is.” He chuckles. “What did you and Misha talk about?”
“He told me where I can find Natasha. I’m going after her, John. I’m not asking, I’m telling you that I’m going to get her.”
“I already know this. I have one request. Now that we know where she is, you let me do what I do best. I want to know everything there is to know about her. Why the fuck was it so hard for us to find her?”
I take a moment to think that over. He’s right. We need to do some recon before storming in and bringing Natasha to safety.
“I’ve been wondering the same thing. I’m not going to argue with that.”
He caresses my stinging ass. “This conservation isn’t over. For now, strip for me and get on your knees. Let me get your mind off of all of this.”
I smile and hop up from his lap. Maybe I can do something to get me another spanking tonight. When I lock eyes with John, he grins as if he’s reading my mind.