“Gunnar went to Central City to see if he can learn more about the man with the mark.”
“The bad guy.”
Rolf frowned. “Yes, him. Gunnar plans to go to Club Trinity and reestablish his connections. He hasn’t been in some time.”
“He went without me? I want to help!”
He cocked a brow. “And how would you help at a sex club, mate?”
“I’m the only one who knows what the man sounds like. I can identify him.”
> Rolf gave me a dark look. I assumed it wasn’t directed at me, but at the man who I could recognize by voice.
“I told you, I know about power struggles. I got caught up in the mafia on Earth. I want to help. Need to,” I added. “I tried to play nice last time, and all that got me a prison sentence.”
“And us,” Rolf added, absently washing my shoulders.
“And you. But I can’t let this one go, Rolf. They were going to kill Leah and the baby. They tried to kill me!” I cried, my heart rate accelerating with frustration and anger. “I’m the only one who can identify him. I have to go. We can’t stand by and do nothing. They’ll try again. As long as Allayna is alive, they’ll keep trying.”
“Don’t remind me,” Rolf grumbled.
“Let me help,” I repeated.
“We spoke of this while you were sleeping, before Gunnar left. He has to investigate alone. If he showed up at the club with you on his arm, there would be questions. It would be obvious you were the mate that transported yesterday.”
“The bad guy didn’t know I saw his tattoo,” I countered. “And, he thinks I’m dead. Perhaps Gunnar is a newly mated Viken who just wants to show me his lifestyle.”
He glanced up at me. “True, but when he, the bad guy, discovers you’re not dead in the wilds, he’ll try again. You’re a liability to him.”
“A loose end,” I added.
He furrowed his brow. “Like a thread?”
I smiled. “An Earth expression. In this case, I am someone who knows what he’s done, how he wanted the Queen and her baby. Like you said, a liability. They’ll try to take me out.”
“Take you out? To where?”
I laughed. As well as these NPU translators worked, some things just didn’t translate well. “They’ll try to kill me.”
“Stand.”
I looked at him for a moment as he added more soap to the washcloth.
I did as he wanted and water sluiced down my body. From his position, Rolf was at eye level with my pussy, and he stared at it avidly. He even licked his lips.
He cleared his throat and knelt before me, ran the washcloth over my belly. “Gunnar will not place you in danger unless there is no other choice, unless he can’t learn the truth on his own. I understand your history now and your…eagerness to find the Viken traitor, but Gunnar must work alone first. He is going to cross-reference the Central City transport logs with known masters at the club . You know the bad guy transported from the wilds somewhere. There is a record of it and Gunnar will find it.”
That made sense.
“What if he can’t?” I asked. “I’m not doubting Gunnar, but bad guys are slippery. They cover their tracks. What if he can’t learn the truth?”
“Then you will have to be undercover.”
“Undercover?”
The washcloth moved up and over my breasts, cleaning them with much more attention than they probably needed.
“A training submissive. Gunnar will have to take you into the club . Unfortunately, he is quite well-known there. He will have to perform a scene with you.”