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got killed.
    Now that was gone. With a few softly spoken words, Alayna stripped away his hatred, leaving him with …nothing. Absolutely nothing.
    Not entirely true. Pity remained, and he didn’t want to pity the woman he’d believed sold him out. He had been on the short end of that stick. He and Chrome and Titanium. He didn’t want to feel bad or sorry for her. But he did. And that just pissed him off.
    “So.” He glared at Poppy. “Is this Maverick guy a money grubbing asshole or is there more?”
    “More,” Poppy answered. “Don’t get me wrong, he’s still a money grubbing asshole, but digging deeper into his past, we discovered Benson Maverick is a cover. He was born Alexandre Korovin and is a distant cousin to none other than, Vladimir Babikov.”
    “Red Wolf is keeping the business in the family, I see.” He drummed his fingers on the tabletop. “If he’s the man who set up my team, why hasn’t your ghost squad taken him out?”
    “We just recently learned the information and Warbucks thought it fitting to give you this opportunity. Both of you.”
    Steele wondered what the hell the gorgeous chick had to do with any of this. Didn’t matter though. “Where’s Korovin now?”
    “On his way to Las Vegas. Where you two are headed shortly.”
    “Vegas? Did he decide to take a vacation?”
    “Yes and no. He’s combining business with pleasure by meeting with some of Red Wolf’s contacts at a private event at the Mandalay Bay. The grandson of his third in command is turning twenty-one and celebrating in style. Korovin has been known to spend time in some of the local clubs while in Vegas. That is where you and Alayna come in.”
    “Clubs?” There was something about the way she said the word and the sudden stiffness to Alayna’s posture that lifted the hair on his arms. “What type of clubs, because I don’t dance, sugar.”
    “The Purple Curtain.”
    “The S&M club?” he asked with a raise of his eyebrows.
    Oh yeah, he’d heard about the most exclusive sex club in the city. It was the poster child for sin and decadence and had been on his bucket list to play inside those secret walls before the mission. But one needed serious green to pass those velvet ropes, and Mac Johnson didn’t have the scratch.
    “Are you saying you want me, us? Oh…” He glanced over at Alayna and even in the near dark saw the flush of pink crawling up her neck as she stared down at the tabletop. In shock. The thought of having her bound and beneath him sent blood rushing right to his cock. “Did you know about this?”
    She shook her head. “I knew about the marriage, but not the—”
    “Marriage?” Chills ran down his spine, diminishing his desire. “What marriage?”
    “Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Reid on your recent nuptials,” Poppy exclaimed and placed three velvet covered boxes before them.
    Two were square and the long, narrow box between them reminded him of a viper staring at him, ready to strike.
    “For this mission you are Jonathan Reid and his new bride Vera away on their honeymoon.” Poppy laid out a folder and flipped it open revealing plane tickets for a red eye to Vegas that evening. “You own a cycle shop in Dallas and are the head of a motorcycle club that is rumored, but never confirmed, to have ties to heroin dealers across the border in Mexico. People will expect you to be rough around the edges, even dangerous, and therefore expected to be where you shouldn’t be. You are to spend time in The Purple Curtain, as a Dom and his slave, and once you make contact with Korovin, detain him and bring him in for questioning. Warbucks wants to know how deep the leak goes.”
    “And if I want the fucker dead?”
    “Once Warbucks gets what he wants. You are free to do whatever you wish to Mr. Korovin.”
    Revenge for his brothers and have this beautiful woman under his command? His arousal returned tenfold and before he thought better of it, he picked up the velvet box closest to him and