Chapter 18: The following day: Sexting

CHAPTER 18

MIKI

THE FOLLOWING DAY – SEXTING

E ilidh was true to her word and sent over her files as soon as she got home last night. And Marko and I had spent a few hours going through them.

The video surveillance from Mathieson's office hadn't yet provided us with anything useful. However, Marko had finally cracked the password to the hard drive we had copied, and we had unearthed some good stuff before we eventually fell asleep.

Despite the lack of hours in bed, I felt remarkably alert and cheery when I woke up. Partly because of the information we now had and partly at the prospect of seeing my Little Miss Red again tonight.

After a run, trip to the gym, shower, and breakfast, I reviewed everything again while Marko did some further digging into Mathieson's financials.

It turned out that Mathieson didn't just work for the Thomas gang as a defence lawyer; he helped run it! He and Gerry Thomas were partners. So, he wasn't just a very successful but shady criminal defence lawyer; he was implicit in a prominent drugs and people trafficking empire.

What a fucker!

Of course, I couldn't condemn him for dealing in drugs. After all, we dealt with drugs too; but at least we only dealt in Molly and coke now, and ours was quality stuff. The Thomas gang dealt in anything, and they didn't care about quality.

Worse than that, they brought girls in from eastern Europe, and forced them to work in their massage parlours and whore houses or sold them on to others. They were a nasty bunch, and he was the head.

That certainly solved the mystery of how a criminal defence lawyer, albeit a corrupt one, could afford the money it took to finance the attacks against my family and the Polish Mafia over the last few years.

My eyes narrowed and my mouth pulled into an evil grin as I mulled over the start of an idea.

I placed a call to my Cousin Viktor in the US and then after a quick chat; I rang Jim MacArthur and told him what I needed.

While I waited for them to get back to me, I drank a cup of coffee and let myself daydream for a few minutes.

Eilidh's face immediately came into my mind, and I smiled. I was so looking forward to seeing her again this evening.

Last night, we had made significant progress in our relationship, and I thought she'd started to trust me. I thoroughly enjoyed her company, and everything about her captivated me.

I'd been surprised she'd found Marko's tracker, intrigued that she had discovered who I was, and bloody impressed that she got a tracker on me without me even suspecting it. Throw in her safe breaking skills and my Little Miss Red was one hell of a woman.

Eilidh's commitment to her investigation, the thoroughness of her planning, and her ingenuity reminded me of, well, of me. She was the perfect match for me. Of course, I needed to convince her of that.

Checking my watch, I saw it was nearly time for her shift to be over.

She should have received the flowers I sent to her work by now. I hoped she liked them. They were part of my plan to woo her, but I'd also sent them to the station deliberately because I wanted her colleagues to know that Eilidh was no longer alone.

My sexy detective needed backup, and I was going to provide it, however I could.

Grabbing my phone, I typed out a quick text to her.

"Did you get the roses?"

A few minutes later, my phone vibrated in response.

"Yes. They are beautiful. Thank you."

Smiling, I text another message.

"What time are you coming over tonight?"

"When do you want me?"

" Immediately and preferably naked in my bed!"

The little dots moved, and I waited with bated breath for her reply. Excitement coursed through me. This was fun.

"Are you planning on using your belt again? And will you be wearing your balaclava this time?"

I read the reply and burst out laughing as I imagined her amused expression as she'd typed that out.

"Not unless you're naughty. And only if you want me to."

The dots moved again, then stopped, then moved again.

God, I hoped I hadn't scared her off… Nah, don't be stupid. Had I?

Finally, her reply came, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Into spanking, are you?"

She'd added the wink emoji.

Oh, did she like that idea? Was she into it?

I liked that idea. My cock thickened at the thought. Oh yes. I could definitely be in to that.

Shit, what should I say? Think, man!

"I could be. LOL."

"Ooh, now I'm wondering what else you might be into."

This really was fun.

"We'll have to explore the possibilities."

There was no reply.

Was that too much? Should I call her?

God, I was out of practise with flirting.

Not that I'd ever flirted via text before. This was all new to me.

Eilidh had a way of bringing out the lighter side to my character that I'd thought I'd buried with my parents when I'd taken over as pakhan. There had been no time for light-hearted fun since then, and certainly no time for flirting.

The few relationships I'd had over the last five years had been more like business arrangements for mutual convenience and based entirely on sex.

I had a few ladies I contacted when I had an itch to scratch, and a bit of do-it-yourself wouldn't suffice and in return, they enjoyed some no strings attached fun. However, we didn't date; we didn't flirt and we sure as heck didn't sext.

A short while later, my phone vibrated again. Finally! Disappointment flooded me as I read the message.

"Sorry, something's come up. I've got to go. I'll get back to you."

Damn it! I'd really been enjoying myself. Oh well, it couldn't be helped.

"Okay. Be careful!"

Little Miss Red sent a thumbs up, and the conversation was over.

Vlad entered the suite at that point.

"Who's on Eilidh?" I asked.

"Boris," he replied.

Good, Boris was an excellent tracker, almost as good as Trigger and Vlad. He'd ensure Eilidh stayed safe while she was at work.

Or he had better. If anything happened to my sexy detective while he or any of my men were supposed to be taking care of her, I'd kill them.

The phone rang, disturbing my thoughts. It was Viktor. He provided me with the information I'd been looking for.

A few minutes after I'd hung up on him, Jim rang.

"Did you get me someone?" I asked him.

"Yeah, one of my guys is in the lobby with him now, if you want to go talk to him," he said.

"Do you trust him?"

"Normally I wouldn't trust any of the Thomas gang, but they killed his brother a couple of weeks ago and he's out for revenge. I'd say this plan of yours will be exactly what he's looking for. Add some cash into the mix and I'm pretty sure he'd be more than happy to agree."

"Great. I'll be in touch," I told him before hanging up and heading for the lift.

The guy was indeed happy to sell his gang out for revenge, and I was more than happy to exploit the fact. As I watched him leave the hotel with Jim's man, I grinned.

Finally, things were coming together.