Chapter 52 The kiss
I watched as Becky popped her fingers back into place. A twisted expression on her face.
I had taught her that in the past.
Still in pain, she looked up at me, her eyes red. “You broke my finger?”
“I'll do it again if you touch me in places only my wife can touch.”
She pressed her lips together and looked away.
Just then I noticed a man walking towards the door. Becky had pointed at it earlier, and he looked.
“I recognize him,” Becky swallowed. “He is one of Volkov’s men; we have to follow him.”
“They are not just going to let us walk in there,” I said.
“I know; we have to think of a way to get in there without looking suspicious.”
As she spoke, my gaze caught a man in the crowd; he wore a black suit and a mask over his face, but I recognized his features—it was Volkov.
“Volkov is here; if anything is happening, it needs to happen now.”
Just then Volkov's gaze met mine.
I froze.
“What is it?’ Becky asked as she noticed my expression.
“I think that is Volkov under that mask; he’s looking at me.” I swallowed. “If he finds out that I'm here for Anastasia, it could compromise this mission.”
My breathing grew heavy as he began to walk towards our direction.
“Fuck,” I mumbled.
Becky quickly drew closer to me. “Act normal. Let him believe that we are guests. I knew something like this would happen. Volkov is very specific about his gatherings, but I found a way to put us on the list, under fake names, of course. I'm Elena Fisher, and you are Michael Fisher.”
My brows pinched together. “Are our fake identities married or something?
“Yes,” a sinister smile played on her lips.
I clenched my fist against the table before us as we got closer. “Was breaking your fingers not warning enough? I have a wife.”
“Relax, it's just for a mission.” She drew closer to me and placed her hand around my neck.
“I do not believe I know these faces,” Volkov's voice was cold.
Becky turned to face him. “Hello, I do not believe we have met. I'm Elena Fisher, and this is my husband, Micheal Fisher. We heard about this party and thought we couldn't miss it. You know how newlyweds are, right?”
“Take off your masks,” he said bluntly.
“Oh, what is a masquerade ball without a mask?”
Volkov lifted his finger and snapped; just then men in suits began to walk in our direction. “I asked you to take off your mask,” he repeated.
Becky's smile faltered; if she got on his bad side, he would be able to find her if she saw her face. Maybe Becky was right; bringing Charlotte here would have put her in danger.
I didn't mind being in danger, as long as Charlotte was safe. Nothing else mattered. I reached for my mask and loosened the ropes on the back, slowly sliding it off. “Take off your mask, my love,” I said to Becky, a smile playing on my lips. “Let's get done with this so that I can get some alone time with you.”
She reached for the mask and slowly slid it off.
Volkov scanned our faces. “You have an American accent.”
“He's American; we fell in love during his visit to Russia.” She pressed her head on my chest just like a newlywed would.
“American Mafia? What have you come here to do?”
“Well, just like my wife has just said,” I grabbed her hand and raised it to my lips as I placed a soft kiss on it, “we love to party.”
Kissing Becky's hand was the equivalent of kissing a yak's ass. Fuck, I felt disgusted; I didn't want to do that with any woman but my wife.
The men that had begun to walk towards us stopped and turned around as Volkov turned.
I sighed with relief.
“You can still act like you love me.” Her eyes searched mine.
“Don't let it get in your head; this is for Sergey’s daughter.” My brows pinched together as I saw two men dragging a girl with a bag over her head through the back door.
“Becky…”
“I saw it too,” she quickly said. “It's Anastasia.”
“Can we be sure?” I looked around the place; while some people partied with smiles on their faces, others wore stern looks, looking around frantically like they were up to something. “It could be a diversion; he probably found out we were here to rescue her and is trying to make us believe that she is here while she is still here.”
“No…it's her; I gave her these shoes for her birthday.”
For the first time I saw genuineness in her eyes; she had always been the type to lust, to try to take things that weren't hers, but when it comes to Anastasia, she really cared. Maybe she was human after all.
“Okay, then let's follow them.”
As I tried to walk, she grabbed my arm. “No,” she shook her head, “I don't believe they know about us yet; if they did, Volkov would have rounded us up instantly.” She looked around. “I'm sure something else is going on; just don't compromise. When? We are not sure yet.”
“Smart,” I said, standing back.
“Where are they taking her?” She whispered.
As Volkov turned away, I grabbed her arm and led her out of the place. As we got closer to the car, she asked, “Where are we going?”
I stepped in front of the car. “Our plan failed; we need to make another. Hopefully she's not dead before then.”
I looked around the place; the exterior of the club was crawling with soldiers who were armed with guns. I hadn't brought mine because I wanted to stay low-key.
“What is the plan?”
“We need to get into Volkov's inner circle; if we can get him to trust us, he might let us in enough to get Anastasia.”
“That would never work; he doesn't trust people that easily.”
“I have my ways.” I slipped my hands into my pockets as I spoke.
Her eyes wandered; suddenly her expression turned cautious. “Volkov is looking at us.”
I didn't look back; he probably noticed something suspicious.
Becky quickly wrapped her arms around my neck. “Kiss me.”
“Fuck that, are you crazy?”
“We are claiming to be newlyweds; if he sees us outside like this taking it too seriously, he might suspect something. Kiss me; he has to think we are here to be together.”
I hated the fact that she was right; it irritated my bones.
For Sergey, I drew my lips closer to hers and kissed her; she shut her eyes and leaned into the kiss, enjoying every bit of it.
She sucked desperately on my lips, every attraction she had towards me being taken out in one kiss.
I wrapped my hand around her neck and pushed her against the car. “This is for Sergey; don't get too used to it.”
She smiled and licked her lips. “Doesn't matter; you kissed me.”
“I know, I wish I could wash my mouth out with soap.”