THREE
Luka
“Any chance I can convince you to go out tonight?” I ask, poking my head into Mikhail’s office.
“Madisyn isn’t going to let me go prowl the town with you,” Mikhail says. "But she just called and is having a girls’ night out with one of her work friends. I want you to be their chaperone."
“Chaperone?"
That isn't what I had in mind for tonight, babysitting his girlfriend and making sure that she stays out of trouble.
"You don't trust Madisyn?” I step farther into the office and close the door behind myself. While she's not home to overhear our conversation, I don't want any other men to start talking. That's how rumors spread.
Mikhail’s dark gaze hardens. “She’s pregnant, and with the cartel out there, and the mafia, I'd feel better if she has a bodyguard. Besides, there are enough creeps out there to worry about who aren't trying to get to me. I need to know that she's safe."
"Sir, I don't think she will appreciate us showing up to her girls’ night out."
Does he not understand the point of a girls’ night?
Madisyn wants to be left alone, and he doesn't need to worry about her loyalties. The girl is enthralled with him. There's no chance that she's going to stray.
"I didn't say we. I said you."
I grumble under my breath. "Great." If I'm lucky, she won't throw a drink in my face, but Madisyn can be a bit hot-headed and isn't going to take it lightly that I have orders to watch her at the bar.
"I'll make sure she only orders virgin drinks, sir." I glance at my watch. "Do you know what bar she's going to?" It would make it easier to know where I have to go to keep an eye on her.
Mikhail glances at his phone and texts me the address. "Take Nikita with you if you want to look inconspicuous."
"Madisyn isn't stupid, sir. She'll know we're there to watch her. It's better if I go alone."
"Whatever you want, just make sure she gets home safely."
* * *
I sit in a booth near the back of the bar, my back pressed up against the wall, my gaze drawn toward the door. I'm watching and waiting for Madisyn to show up.
I intend to stay out of the way, let the girl have some fun, and if trouble shows up, then I'll be on hand to help.
Madisyn heads inside the bar, pushes her oversized sunglasses atop her head and makes her way to the bar.
"Hannah," I whisper, recognizing the girl following in behind Madisyn. She's worked my stomach up into a knot. The girl doesn't look a day older than when I last saw her. Sure, she's not wearing that dynamite red dress, but she still looks hot in tight jeans and a baby blue sweater.
Madisyn leans forward to grab the bartender's attention and puts in an order. I stalk across the bar, unable to tear my gaze away from Hannah.
The last time I saw her, we were tearing her living room apart in a blaze of passion.
We stumble through her front door, and I kick it shut with my foot. I spin her around, our lips fused as I pin her against the wooden surface.
She shivers and moans as I kiss a path down her neck.
Except I can't do that.
While most of the girls I don't remember their names after a few months, Hannah is different. I still remember her apartment and the scent of cinnamon and spice that greeted me at the door. The taste of strawberries on her lips and the feel of her tightness wrapped around my cock, pulsating as she moaned.
We made a mess of that place, destroyed her furniture, broke her bed, and collapsed the wooden end table. It still brings a smile to my face, the passion that became blazing. We even had the cops called twice for a noise complaint.
Her cheeks flame.
Oh yeah, she remembers me.