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“If we take them down, there will be more. It never ends, Angel.”
“I know, but at least these people will be stopped. We can make a difference. Even if it’s small in the bigger scheme of things,” I sigh.
“If I take you with me, do you understand the type of danger I’m putting you in?” he asks, his voice low and serious.
“I do,” I say, my eyes widening with hope.
“Angel, I’m serious. Do you understand that if it goes wrong, they could take you again and sell you. That’s the truth of it.”
Biting at my lip, I nod again. Slower.
“Yes, I know that, but it’s worth it if I can stop them.”
“Do you promise to do exactly as I say. Every single thing I say. No diverting from the plan or making your own rules oranything other than what I say.”
“You’ll take me with you?” I whisper, relieved.
“Promise me, Angel. And understand that this is the most serious promise you’ve ever made in your life.”
His cool, grey eyes pierce into me, and he reaches out to cup his hand beneath my chin, pulling my face onto his. He doesn’t look away, and it makes my heart race.
“I promise,” I whisper.
His face clouds with worry.
“Alright, you can come with me then,” he sighs. “You’ll need to change, though. I need you to blend in and look like one of the girls hired to serve drinks.”
“I can do that. Something sexy? Like a little black dress?”
“Yes, and high heels. But choose a pair that you can move easily in. If things go south, you might need to kick them off and run. Fuck sake. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I already feel like I’m making a mistake here.”
I grab his face in both my hands and force him to look at me.
“I need this, Diomid. And I will be in such massive debt to you for all your help. I really, really promise you. I will do exactly as you say. You don’t have to worry.”
He scoffs.
“Of course I have to worry, Angel. I have to keep you safe.”
I bite my lip, noticing the tenderness in his eyes. He blinks it away and lets out a harsh sigh. “Come on, get ready. We need to get going.”
Chapter 15 - Diomid
There are multiple layers of issues hanging over my conscience as I drive away from Jaroslav’s estate with Angelika in the passenger seat of my car.
Firstly, the most immediate problem is that she looks fucking gorgeous. That dress is too short, and even though it has long sleeves and a high neckline, it’s far too revealing for a place like the one we’re headed toward. The perfume she’s wearing is too alluring. Her hair is braided over her left shoulder, and she has a little too much makeup on, but it suits our purpose.
She looks too sexy. And I’m about to send her into a room full of perverts and savages.
But despite the tension building due to the situation, sitting next to her in the car and trying to ignore how gorgeous she looks is a problem in its own right.
“Don’t you want to put that jacket on?” I ask, reaching behind me without taking my eyes off the road.
“Um, doesn’t that defeat the whole purpose of this exercise?” she gestures over her attire.
“Yes, I guess so,” I mutter, annoyed with myself for not being able to keep my eyes from drifting to her.
Another issue? As if I needed more.
