Chapter 13
Maxim
I get us on an afternoon flight to Chicago, and it’s evening by the time we get out of the cab back to the Kremlin. I’m downright chipper—so far from the mood I was in when I got on the plane yesterday to chase down my runaway bride.
I’m not foolish enough to believe her conquered, but she’s certainly getting tamer. Or maybe I’m fool enough to believe that just because I finally got my d**k wet. I do know s*x can turn men into idiots—Ravil is the prime example of that when he kidnapped his pregnant one night stand.
We take the elevator to the penthouse where we find Oleg walking out the door, smelling of Nikolai’s cologne.
“What’s this?” I ask. “Going to hear your girl play?”
Oleg gives a barely perceptible nod. Communicating with him is more a game of mind-reading t
