Bound to the Beast: Russian Hitman Romance (19 page)

Alexei

The middle aged man was a talker. He talked about the size of Madison and how once upon a time the town was supposed to grow into a huge city. It was where all the work was, where people, rich people with families and suburbanite attitudes, were going to move, because they wanted a booming economy, but also the safety of small town life. But it all fell apart when it turned out there was no oil, the trees were protected federally, and the river was controlled farther up north. Then he talked about how he and his wife, who had recently left him for a twenty-something young woman who used to be a man, after getting a half a dozen tattoos and dying her hair black, had lived there half their lives, moving in with the boom and getting left behind when the once-bright promise of the future disappeared like a puff of white smoke.

I learned about how he’d always wanted to be a farmer or a rancher, but in the end he didn’t know the first thing about taking care of land or animals. In fact, he didn’t know what to do with his own kids, though thankfully they were grown.

He talked about moving to an apartment, because it was less to take care of and getting a cat because the fee for a dog was outrageous. He talked about how he liked the way rain smelled and how the skies always seemed especially blue after a storm.

He went on until I felt like I knew more about this one man’s life than I did about my own. It was enough to drive a person crazy, though I kept myself sane by reminding myself that this was a short trip and at the other end of it, I was going to kill Christopher and Jason both. It was enough to keep me calm, though I remained on the verge of just asking him to pull over and let me out right there on the side of the road. It seemed like walking would be better than listening to anything more, but I reminded myself that time was of the essence and I didn’t have enough of it to be dallying on the side of the road, no matter how much this kind but insanely talkative man was getting on my last nerve.

Finally, I spotted the sign for the Ranch Hand Inn. Relief swamped me, even as tension rose within me. There would be a confrontation very soon now that I was so close.

“You can drop me off near the sign. That way you don’t have to turn back around inside the parking lot,” I told him, hoping he would take me up on his offer.

“Are you sure, young man?” he asked, his eyebrows lifting in question. He seemed to debate whether or not it was wise to just leave me out here. “I really wouldn’t mind. In fact, why don’t I take you right up to the lobby, that way if you don’t have your key, it’s no—”

“No!” I told him firmly, and maybe a little too quickly for common courtesy. I cleared my throat and forced myself to be calm. “I mean, no, thank you. That’s alright. I’ve got it from here. My key’s right here in my pocket.”

The man frowned a little, looking me over one last time, before pulling in to a stop right next to the sign. “Well, if you’re sure. Hey, how about I give you my number so that if you run into trouble, you can—”

“That’s fine. My, uh, wife is in the room, too. She’s got the numbers of her family in the area and I’m sure the front desk will have the number for a tow truck.”

“Well, alright, I guess if you’re sure.”

Before he had the chance to argue further with me, I was out the door and around the side of the car to the sign, heading towards the Inn. I managed to wave over my shoulder at the man, encouraging him to leave. He watched me for several long minutes, making me grit my teeth in frustration, but eventually, he finally pulled back off onto the road and I listened to him as he drove away.

Finally,
I thought with relief. But it was a short lived relief. As I got closer to the Inn, I noticed something. There was only one car in the parking lot and it wasn’t a bright red truck with a dent in it. I felt angry and annoyed. Christopher wasn’t here. He must have left at some point while I’d been lying unconscious and that caused a shaking, consuming anger to rush through me. I was back to square one. Worse still, I didn’t have my cell phone with me, the asshole who jumped me had taken my gun, and I had no idea how many hours’ head start they had on me.

Frustration bubbled through me and I went through my options. Without my cell phone, I was going to have some issues. I had to get ahold of Yegor somehow. Since I did remember his number—I was good with things like numbers and his was handy to have—I could use basically any phone, though I’d have to be careful and let him know that I wasn’t using my cell. Calls could easily be traced or bugged like that. One option was to go back to my car, drive to the nearest corner market or gas station, buy a disposable cell phone, and use that. But that would take a lot of time. I wasn’t sure if that gas station I’d stopped at when I first got into town would be very useful. It seemed to have only the bare minimum, the very basic of things, and I kind of doubted that they would carry disposable phones. Which meant I’d have to go farther.

I let out a frustrated breath. Things were not going according to plan. Not even a little bit.

Glancing towards the front office, I decided that they would likely have a phone. I didn’t necessarily want to call Yegor from there, but it would be a hell of a lot faster. Once I got a location on the truck, I could head that general direction and pick up a phone along the way that would be more secure. It would cut my time in half and ensure that I wasn’t going in the wrong direction as I searched for a place that would cell disposable phones.

I decided quickly that it was the best shot and headed towards the office. There was a bored looking man sitting there, feet propped, magazine in his lap. I noticed it was a dirty magazine of some kind, the woman mostly naked and occasionally wearing black leather that did little to cover up their oiled, perfectly sculpted bodies.

Annoyance surged through me as the man ignored the bell that chimed when I opened the door and continued to stare at the magazine for several minutes more.

Finally, my impatience won out. “Excuse me. Can I use your phone?”

The man didn’t even glance up as he said, “For paying customers only.”

I grit my teeth and tried to remain calm. The urge to punch this guy, to take out some of my frustration on him, was pretty intense, but I forced myself to stay focused and to keep from causing problems. The last thing I wanted to do was get a damn room. Besides, I didn’t have any cash with me.

“What if I
am
a paying customer?” I demanded, folding my arms across my chest, deciding to bluff my way through this. I didn’t have time and if it didn’t fly with this lowlife, then I was going to knock him unconscious, consequences be damned.

Finally, the guy let out a sigh and turned away from his dirty magazine. The woman on the cover was blonde with hair tumbling in soft waves over large, surgically enhanced tits, as her collagen filled lips puckered towards the viewer. It was both sexy and strangely off-putting. I was getting a little tired of fake.

“You are?” He looked me over, then frowned. “Wait, are you that blonde guy’s friend? I mean, he’s having a regular goddamned party in there.”

I nodded curtly. He had to be talking about Christopher. I felt an urge to grill this poor shmuck to find out what he had seen, but I quickly decided against it. All I wanted was the phone and this man was unlikely to give me anything useful that Yegor wouldn’t. And Yegor was much more reliable.

“Now, may I use your phone?” I asked impatiently.

The guy shrugged. “Yeah, sure, whatever. Just make it fast. My boss is a real dick about the phones.” Then he turned back to his magazine, giving me a semblance of privacy.

I grabbed the phone and turned away from him after dialing. The phone rang several times and I was concerned that Yegor might not pick up. After all, he wouldn’t have any reason to recognize the number I was calling from. After the fifth ring, I was almost positive that he wouldn’t, then the line clicked and there was a stern, cautious, “Hello?”

A whoosh of air escaped my lungs in relief. “Yegor, it’s Alexei. I’m calling from the Ranch Hand Inn.”

There was a pause, then the next thing he said was in pure, natural Russian. “What happened? Why aren’t you calling from your cell phone?”

I responded with equally smooth Russian, “It’s a long story and I really don’t have time for it. Let’s just say I had a little issue and my phone isn’t an option right now. Once I’m on the road, I’ll pick up another one and use it to contact you.”

“Alright. What do you need?”

It killed me to say it, but I had to. “I lost Christopher again. I need to get ahold of him. He knows that I can find him somehow, but I have a little bit of an advantage right now.”

“And what’s that?”

“He thinks I’m dead.”

Yegor let out a low whistle, then said, “Well, then. You know you will have to tell me the story about this later, right?”

I made an impatient noise in my throat. “Yes, yes. Just tell me where to go.”

“You got it.” There was some shuffling and a pause on the other end. Then he rattled off an address. “It’s some kind of warehouse, it looks like. As far as I can tell, it’s not in use and no one owns it. The bank’s got claws in it, but they haven’t done a thing with it.”

“Sounds like the perfect place to hide a lot of money,” I told him thoughtfully.

“Sure does. Take it easy. Call me when you get that new cell.”

I agreed and we hung up. I turned around to see the attendant staring at me with a bewildered look on his face. “Whoa, was that like German or something?”

Resisting the urge to roll my eyes at his ignorance, I turned away and said simply, “No.”

As I stepped outside, a plan formed in my head. Abandoned warehouse. A “party” at the Ranch Hand Inn. Christopher was getting the money; I was almost sure of it. The attendant had made it seem like Christopher hadn’t checked out yet and the fact that the warehouse was empty made it the perfect place to hide things. No one was going to nose around an empty warehouse, and certainly not at night.

I would go to my car, I decided, and make sure my Glock was still safely tucked away. Then I would get to this warehouse, and I wouldn’t let Christopher get the jump on me again. He thought I was dead, which gave me an edge, but I wouldn’t go into this overconfident. Not this time. From there, I would hopefully get ahold of his partner and put a quick bullet in his head. Then I could torture Christopher until he told me where the money was. And if he didn’t, well, I was fairly certain it was there in the warehouse, meaning I could probably find it without him.

Yes, this would do just fine.

I was starting to head towards my car when I heard it. A curdling, terrified scream tore through the air and I froze. I had never heard her really scream before, only whimper and beg, but I didn’t have to in order to know whose voice it was that rang through the air.

Susanna.

Without hesitating, I turned and headed back towards the row of doors that marked the hotel rooms. Another scream sounded and I saw which room it came from. Using my momentum and strength, I barreled into the door without hesitation, causing it to buckle beneath the force and weight of my body. It crashed to the floor, one hinge just barely hanging on.

The room was crap with just a bed, a rickety desk, a wooden, straight backed chair, and a pathetically dim lamp. All of which was completely irrelevant, because my eyes had gone straight to the bed. Lying on her back, her face turned away, her eyes pricking with tears, was Susanna. Her face was splotchy, her expression terrified, as she was pinned down to the bed, her hair fanning out in a long halo about her head. Her hands were held by one of her assailant’s above her head and I noticed that she was wearing a bra, but no shirt. The man’s other hand was occupied, working at the button of her jeans. She was doing her best to struggle, to buck him off, but it was no use. She was too small, too weak compared to the man above her.

“Stop fucking struggling!” he barked at her, his tone whiney and impatient.

And she did stop, but not because he ordered her to. Her wide, sparkling blue eyes had landed on me. She looked bewildered, almost as though she’d seen a ghost, but there was no doubt the relief that shone in them.