Irina
The LA headquarters were no more homely than the Russian ones. Alec and I sat on my bed with research spread out around us as we weren’t the conference room types. The time on the dresser read eight pm. The flight from Moscow had been twelve hours. LA was ten hours behind, and my body clock had no clue where we were. I’d done a grueling workout to knock myself back into rhythm, but I’d need melatonin to sleep. I might have three beasts, but my circadian rhythm was still human.
Alec had his laptop open as we profiled our targets. Among the information we had, I homed in on their s****l preferences and kinks. This was often where I started. I possessed strength and skill, but there was no better way to catch a male target than when he was thinking with his d**k.
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