secure.”
“Thanks.” After getting his parking stub, he headed up the stairs to the wide doors of the luxurious hotel.
Once inside he was stunned by the marble floors and huge fountain in the middle of the lobby. Definitely first class all the way, which was what he was normally accustomed to. At least the dress varied. There were people wearing track suits while others wearing thousand dollar suits milled about so he’d be able to blend in.
Unfortunately the place was huge. Angel’s hair might be a beacon but he’d never find her in this place. Especially if the whore had already gone up to a hotel room to meet some guy. Fighting his anger, he made his way across the lobby, deciding to do a sweep of the main floor. He knew where she lived so he could always just go back there and wait, but he wanted to learn everything about her schedule.
As he passed the open entryway for a restaurant called Cloud 9, he almost stumbled. Standing next to a cocktail table of three men, she was smiling at something one of them said as she jotted down a note on her pad of paper. Shit, she worked at the restaurant.
It still didn’t explain her car, but knowing she worked here made all the difference. Keeping track of her movements would be a lot easier now that he knew where she lived and worked. The restaurant was huge, a mixture of cocktail tables, fine dining tables and a roped off area of modular couches where it looked like people were only drinking cocktails.
He scanned the area in seconds, but couldn’t stop being drawn back to her. Of average height, she gave the appearance of being taller because of her slim legs. And she was stunning. The kind of woman a man did an automatic double take for.
He would have given her everything too, if only she’d stayed. If only she hadn’t involved the police in their business. She never should have gone behind his back. And she never should have tried to leave him in the first place. Then he wouldn’t have had to hurt her, to remind her who was in charge.
“May I help you, sir?” A pretty woman wearing a simple black dress and heels asked him, her smile polite.
That was when he realized he’d stepped inside the actual restaurant and wasn’t hovering outside anymore. Like an idiot, he’d started walking toward Angel without even thinking. But he couldn’t let her see him yet. No, his appearance in Vegas would have to be a complete surprise. That didn’t mean he couldn’t mess with her head. He shook his head quickly at the hostess, stepped back out and hurried away.
If Angel was working she’d likely be at the restaurant for a few hours. And he planned to fuck up her car while she was occupied. If there was only one guard in that lot, it should be easy enough to get in undetected. It wasn’t as if he wanted to steal the thing, just vandalize it.
What he wouldn’t give to witness Angel’s expression when she saw it.
Chapter 6
Vadim finished his second drive around Angel’s apartment complex before parking in front of Mr. Botkin’s two-story building. He knew the man lived there with his wife and that his three daughters all lived in the other apartments with their families. The job Vadim had been on with Wyatt had been cut even shorter than he’d expected. Instead of coming by tomorrow he’d decided to stop by tonight, after a call to Mr. Botkin had assured him that it wasn’t too late.
As he exited one of Wyatt’s company vehicles, Vadim automatically scanned the area for trouble. When he didn’t see anyone, he headed for the walkway. Before he’d reached the curb the landlord was already striding toward him.
Vadim nodded once as he met him on the sidewalk. “Thanks for meeting with me,” he said in English.
The older man grunted. “Russian?”
Vadim nodded, knowing it would be easier on the man to converse in his native tongue so he quickly switched languages. “I need a favor.” When Mr. Botkin didn’t respond, just watched him carefully,
“Thanks.” After getting his parking stub, he headed up the stairs to the wide doors of the luxurious hotel.
Once inside he was stunned by the marble floors and huge fountain in the middle of the lobby. Definitely first class all the way, which was what he was normally accustomed to. At least the dress varied. There were people wearing track suits while others wearing thousand dollar suits milled about so he’d be able to blend in.
Unfortunately the place was huge. Angel’s hair might be a beacon but he’d never find her in this place. Especially if the whore had already gone up to a hotel room to meet some guy. Fighting his anger, he made his way across the lobby, deciding to do a sweep of the main floor. He knew where she lived so he could always just go back there and wait, but he wanted to learn everything about her schedule.
As he passed the open entryway for a restaurant called Cloud 9, he almost stumbled. Standing next to a cocktail table of three men, she was smiling at something one of them said as she jotted down a note on her pad of paper. Shit, she worked at the restaurant.
It still didn’t explain her car, but knowing she worked here made all the difference. Keeping track of her movements would be a lot easier now that he knew where she lived and worked. The restaurant was huge, a mixture of cocktail tables, fine dining tables and a roped off area of modular couches where it looked like people were only drinking cocktails.
He scanned the area in seconds, but couldn’t stop being drawn back to her. Of average height, she gave the appearance of being taller because of her slim legs. And she was stunning. The kind of woman a man did an automatic double take for.
He would have given her everything too, if only she’d stayed. If only she hadn’t involved the police in their business. She never should have gone behind his back. And she never should have tried to leave him in the first place. Then he wouldn’t have had to hurt her, to remind her who was in charge.
“May I help you, sir?” A pretty woman wearing a simple black dress and heels asked him, her smile polite.
That was when he realized he’d stepped inside the actual restaurant and wasn’t hovering outside anymore. Like an idiot, he’d started walking toward Angel without even thinking. But he couldn’t let her see him yet. No, his appearance in Vegas would have to be a complete surprise. That didn’t mean he couldn’t mess with her head. He shook his head quickly at the hostess, stepped back out and hurried away.
If Angel was working she’d likely be at the restaurant for a few hours. And he planned to fuck up her car while she was occupied. If there was only one guard in that lot, it should be easy enough to get in undetected. It wasn’t as if he wanted to steal the thing, just vandalize it.
What he wouldn’t give to witness Angel’s expression when she saw it.
Chapter 6
Vadim finished his second drive around Angel’s apartment complex before parking in front of Mr. Botkin’s two-story building. He knew the man lived there with his wife and that his three daughters all lived in the other apartments with their families. The job Vadim had been on with Wyatt had been cut even shorter than he’d expected. Instead of coming by tomorrow he’d decided to stop by tonight, after a call to Mr. Botkin had assured him that it wasn’t too late.
As he exited one of Wyatt’s company vehicles, Vadim automatically scanned the area for trouble. When he didn’t see anyone, he headed for the walkway. Before he’d reached the curb the landlord was already striding toward him.
Vadim nodded once as he met him on the sidewalk. “Thanks for meeting with me,” he said in English.
The older man grunted. “Russian?”
Vadim nodded, knowing it would be easier on the man to converse in his native tongue so he quickly switched languages. “I need a favor.” When Mr. Botkin didn’t respond, just watched him carefully,
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