Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

M ontana blinked a few times as he opened his eyes, his brain taking a few extra seconds to remember where he was. And who he was with.

Then he smiled.

Vadisk lay on his back on the other side of the bed, Dahlia sleeping between them, her arm curled around Vadisk's bare chest, one leg tossed over their husband's muscular thigh. They'd kicked the sheet off completely so that Montana, whose arm was draped around Dahlia's midsection, had a perfect view of their bodies.

Their naked bodies.

After their conversation with Vadisk's admiral, they'd returned to the large bed and, one by one, they'd drifted off to sleep in the wee hours of night.

He picked his phone up off the nightstand, his eyes widening when he realized it was nearly ten a.m. He'd been sleeping like shit ever since arriving in Crimea. Hell, he hadn't slept well prior to the trip. He'd been anxious about meeting his spouses and worried as fuck about their mission, so it felt like he had spent the last few days running on fumes.

None of that grogginess was present now. In truth, he felt like a new man, ready to take on the world.

While Montana had been all in on the plan to engage in some threesome fun by the pool, certain it was their best way of rooting out the blackmailer, he hadn't been able to completely shut out the realization there was a good chance someone was watching and filming them.

Despite that small niggling thought, it had been an incredible experience, one he hoped to repeat about a million more times. Montana had been relieved—and thrilled—that physically, they were completely compatible.

There was no denying they were still trying to pick their way through the emotional aspects of this new relationship, but that was always going to take longer.

Now, however, since they'd gotten to know each other better, and he'd confessed the truth about his time with the Navy, he felt like this marriage was finally on the right foot. Since that revelation, Vadisk had started to turn to him for ideas on their next steps, questioning him about his specific skills. It had been Vadisk who'd asked about his ability to mirror Sinaver's phone, thrilled when Montana told him he could do it.

Regardless of how amazing their interlude was last night—and it was really fucking amazing—Montana couldn't help but hate that the first time they'd engaged in a physical relationship, it had been about putting on a show.

Looking at them now, he realized he couldn't leave it like that, couldn't allow the memory of what was essentially their honeymoon to be tainted.

It was time to expand on what they'd started last night, and this time, it was going to be just for them.

Slowly rising from the bed, he peered out the large windows and quietly made sure the curtains were tightly closed, shutting them away from whatever prying eyes might be hiding in the trees behind their villa.

When he turned back to the bed, he grinned when he realized Vadisk was awake, their gazes connecting.

"Everything okay?" he murmured quietly.

Montana nodded. "Better than okay."

"I slept like a rock," Vadisk admitted. Unlike Montana, he didn't sound pleased by that. No doubt the security officer was worried about letting his guard down that much.

"So did I," Montana confessed quietly. "We needed the rest."

Vadisk's furrowed brows showed he didn't agree with that assessment.

"Come back to bed," Dahlia muttered against Vadisk's chest, not even bothering to open her eyes.

Montana chuckled, returning to reclaim his place. He looped his arm around her, nestling closer, her back pressed tightly to his chest.

She wiggled her ass playfully, letting him know she felt his hard-on. Morning wood was a fact of life, but he'd never woken up quite this hard.

"Mmm," Dahlia hummed drowsily. "Good morning." She pressed her ass more firmly against him. Too much more of her teasing and Montana was going to lift her leg, spread her thighs wide, and wake her up properly, with his cock filling her tight pussy.

Actually, that sounded like an excellent plan. He started to reach down to do just that when Vadisk's groan distracted him.

Montana glanced over Dahlia's shoulder and realized he wasn't the only one she was playing with. Her hand was wrapped around Vadisk's impressively thick cock, stroking it very, very slowly.

Vadisk gave him a pained grin that let him know her touch was too slow and too soft.

Montana decided to give her a taste of her own medicine, drawing his finger down her stomach and burrowing it between her legs. He found her clit, offering her the same unsatisfyingly gentle touch.

Of course, his tease took him down as well when she began shifting her hips back and forth in an attempt to increase the friction. Her hungry actions meant her ass was offering him the same tantalizing yet nowhere near enough taunt, rubbing against his dick.

Montana bit her shoulder, and she squealed in surprise.

"Bad girl," he murmured.

The satisfied grin she shot at both of them said she knew exactly what she was doing, and the shameless minx wasn't the least bit sorry.

"Why were you looking outside?" Vadisk asked, his brows furrowed as he looked toward the window.

"I wanted to make sure the curtains were fully closed."

"Ah." Montana couldn't tell from his husband's tone if Vadisk appreciated what he'd done or if he was still thinking about their mission.

Montana knew how he wanted this morning to go. Just as he knew he was probably going to have to fight for it. "This is our honeymoon. While I love what we did yesterday, I want this morning to be for us. Just us."

Vadisk started to climb out of the bed. "I'll watch and give directions."

"No." Montana held his hand up. "The point is to be together."

"Nothing's changed." Vadisk's jaw tightened. "We're still in danger. More danger now that we're actively trying to draw their attention." He was up off the bed, looking for his pants and shirt. "I shouldn't have slept with you. It wasn't safe."

"Vadisk, stop." Dahlia leaned across the mattress, grabbing his hand as he pulled on his long-sleeved dress shirt. Vadisk froze, as if Dahlia could command him with that simple touch.

Dahlia pointed to the windows. "Montana, open the curtains."

Reluctantly, he did.

"Now will you stay?" she asked. "If being with us is part of the mission and not just about us, our marriage?"

Vadisk grimaced. "You make it sound like I don't want to be with you. I do. But I have to keep you safe."

Montana persisted. "The doors are locked and I placed sensors on all the first-floor doors and windows. My phone will sound the alarm if someone enters. If anyone breaks in, we'll know the second they do. Between that and the fact that they'll have to come up the stairs, it will give us time. If someone comes for us, we won't all be naked in this bed. Not by the time they get to us."

What Montana didn't say was that if the authorities came for them, there wasn't much they could do. They could handle two or three guys, but given that Vadisk had single-handedly dealt with two armed men, they would come in force if they came again.

This wasn't about real tactical safety; this was about Vadisk's worry and bone-deep need to protect. He'd let him keep his distance last night because Vadisk had insisted it was the only way he would be with them, but Montana wasn't prepared to let him keep winning that battle.

Vadisk looked dubious but swayed toward the bed as Dahlia tugged on him. Montana circled the bed to stand behind Vadisk as he faced Dahlia.

"You can keep me, us, safe from here," Dahlia said to Vadisk, her gaze flicking between them.

Montana raised his brows and jerked his head to one side. Dahlia didn't miss a beat, rolling out of the way.

Vadisk was big, but physics were physics, so when Montana braced his feet, planted his hands on Vadisk's back, and shoved, he lost his balance and cursed as he fell onto the bed, hands braced on the mattress.

Montana grinned—until Vadisk rolled, hooking his foot behind Montana's thigh and yanking him onto the bed too. Montana landed on Vadisk, his breath whooshing out as Vadisk grunted.

Dahlia gripped Montana's shoulders, tugging him toward her. "Careful, remember you're supposed to be team-fucking me , not each other."

Montana looked at the window, jaw clenching. This wasn't what he wanted, but it seemed like it might be the only way to get Vadisk to participate. Yesterday, by tacit agreement, he and Vadisk had been careful not to touch each other. Only her. While they were trying to trigger the blackmailer, none of them thought it wise to go too far. After all, homosexuality was illegal in Russia.

In the next few minutes, Vadisk's pants were off, though his shirt stayed on to hide his tattoos, and they were all back on the bed, in almost the same positions they'd been in earlier—Dahlia in the middle, her back to Montana, Vadisk on her other side, her hands roaming over his bare flesh.

"I like this. Being with the two of you like this," Montana murmured.

Dahlia didn't verbally agree, but luckily, Montana was very good at picking up on context clues. So when she gave him another one of those tempting ass wiggles, then tightened her grip on Vadisk's cock, he knew she was totally on board.

Montana placed a soft kiss on the spot he'd bitten, shifting closer until his lips were by her ear. "Shake that ass again," he dared her.

She glanced back at him, her smirk pure sin as she rose to his challenge.

"Our wife is frisky this morning," Montana said to Vadisk, even though his eyes were currently locked on his own dick resting against Dahlia's perfect ass. Suddenly, another vision popped into his mind as he saw himself parting those cheeks and claiming her ass instead.

He tried to remind himself they had a lifetime to explore every single one of their sexual fantasies, but that didn't help him find his patience the way he hoped.

Vadisk shifted on the bed, turning to face them, his cock still in Dahlia's hand. "You want your husbands to fuck you, Sonechko ?"

"What was your first clue?" Dahlia purred.

Unable to resist, Montana raised his hand, then brought it down hard on her tight and utterly spankable ass.

Dahlia jerked in surprise. "Do that again," she demanded in the least submissive tone he'd ever heard. Suddenly, Montana was torn between attempting to tame her or responding, "Yes, Mistress."

Both sounded like a good time.

In the end, Montana gave her what she asked for, spanking her a dozen times more, some slaps little more than taps, a few hitting harder, with added force. The way she moaned after those heavy-handed spanks told Montana exactly what kind of spanking she preferred.

Vadisk winked at him, clearly enjoying their little show.

Montana gently caressed her pink ass while Dahlia continued to stroke Vadisk's cock.

Not wanting to be left out of the play, Vadisk entered the game.

None of them spoke as they touched, pressed close enough together that they shared the same space, the same air.

Montana couldn't recall another time when he felt this close to someone. There was something about them that called to him. He wasn't sure if it was this Band of Brothers nightmare mission they were on, or the fact they were his, or simply because of who they were deep down inside, but he could swear he actually felt his heart swell as he reveled in this embrace.

The constant fear surrounding the fact that they were in Crimea and in very real danger faded away for the first time since they'd arrived in this country. In his mind, he'd locked the three of them in this bubble where they were the only people who existed in the world. For right now, he chose to believe they were safe. He was fully aware all hell could break loose at any moment, but he didn't care, too wrapped up in this perfect moment.

The future played out in his mind, as he imagined the three of them waking up like this every morning, touching, kissing, getting lost in the magic of being together, a trinity.

Montana brushed Dahlia's hair over her shoulder, baring her neck to his lips, running his tongue along it before nipping her earlobe playfully.

She huffed out a silent laugh that was cut short when Vadisk leaned in, kissing her deeply.

From his front-row seat, Montana watched his spouses, saw their tongues touching, tasting, heard the soft groans of pleasure and hunger. It was the only music in the otherwise silent, peaceful room.

He was falling hard and fast for these two incredible people.

While he'd looked forward to the day he would be placed in his trinity, it would have been short-sighted not to feel at least a little bit of anxiety. After all, the last time he'd handed control of his life over to someone else—the military—it hadn't ended well.

As he lay here with Vadisk and Dahlia, he felt truly lucky. Perhaps luckier than he deserved to be. The Grand Master had found his perfect matches—physically, intellectually, and even emotionally.

He'd been terrified when he told them about his history with the Navy, worried it would change the way they looked at him, the way they thought about him. But if anything, it seemed to have brought them closer. They'd understood and comforted him.

Dahlia was the first to cry uncle on the kissing. "I want you," she confessed to them.

He and Vadisk exchanged a glance and then looked at the window. Yesterday, by the pool, they'd placed her in the middle, Montana driving her to orgasm with his fingers and tongue while she drove both of them wild with her blowjobs.

Dahlia wiggled her way out from between them, pushing Vadisk to his back so that she could crawl over him.

Montana thought her intention was to take things to the next level, so he was surprised when she climbed out of bed and crossed the room to her suitcase.

"Dahlia?" Vadisk asked curiously, pushing himself up until he was leaning back against the headboard. Montana propped his head up on his hand, remaining reclined on his side. Vadisk hadn't bothered to pull the sheet up, which meant, Montana had a very good, very unobstructed view of his husband's cock.

Vadisk's guttural groan had Montana lifting his eyes, seeing the knowing smirk his husband gave him. He'd been caught admiring the goods.

It felt like a challenge, so Montana tossed a pillow onto Vadisk's lap, then carefully slid his hand across the space between them, his hand and arm under the sheet, the pillow blocking what was happening from the window, and gripped Vadisk's dick, giving it one hard, strong pull.

Vadisk's smirk faded, replaced with an expression somewhere between pleasure and pain.

Dahlia returned to the bed and tossed a tube of lubrication onto the mattress between them. "Wasn't sure if you guys would remember to pack the essentials."

Montana chuckled as he reached for the lube. Vadisk got there first.

Dahlia laughed, then jumped back onto the bed. "Are you going to wrestle for it?"

Montana raised one eyebrow. "In what world do you think I'd win in a wrestling contest with the Incredible Hulk?"

Vadisk chuckled. "I would use one hand. Just to make you feel like you have a chance, if you want."

"Asshole," Montana muttered good-naturedly.

"Sooo," Dahlia drawled. "Should we draw lots for positions?"

Montana couldn't resist gripping the back of her neck and pulling her toward him so that he could steal a kiss. She was too fucking adorable.

The kiss lingered as the two of them did a little tongue wrestling of their own, each fighting for dominance. Montana wasn't sure he won, but he was pretty sure he didn't lose either. So he called it a tie as they parted.

Vadisk was still reclined, his arms lifted, hands behind his head. He looked like the lord of the manor. "I could watch the two of you kiss all day. You are both so beautiful. I…I'm sorry for the way I acted when we met."

Yesterday, they'd been more tentative with each other than Montana cared for, given that the experience was new, he and Vadisk couldn't touch, and there was a good chance they'd had an audience who might have been able to not only see but hear them. As such, none of them had felt free to truly be themselves.

Though he and Vadisk still had to be careful, this morning, they laughed and joked with ease, and even opened up about their feelings without fear.

"Water under the bridge," Dahlia said, crawling over Vadisk's body to kiss away the apology neither of them needed.

As Montana watched them, he considered all the ways he wanted to be with these two and started to wonder if Dahlia's suggestion of drawing lots wasn't such a bad idea. How the hell could they choose? Montana could come up with at least a dozen different variations and positions he wanted to try, and that was without giving it a whole lot of thought.

"Lay down," Vadisk said to Dahlia, grasping her wrist and pulling her down until she reclaimed her spot in the middle of them. He cupped her cheek affectionately. "Is the lube the only essential?"

Dahlia frowned, confused for a moment, before the light appeared to go on and she shook her head. "I get the birth control shot, and I'm clean. But if you want to use?—"

"I'm clean too," Vadisk interjected.

"Same," Montana added.

"Good," Dahlia breathed, her eyes twinkling with happiness, even as her cheeks flushed with desire.

"Montana," Vadisk said, his tone thick with need. "You've been with men."

Montana nodded, recalling the conversation they'd had about their sexual orientations. "I've been both the top and the bottom, but I…" He hesitated, then recalled Vadisk's openness. He wanted to give his partners the same. "Well, while most of my experience was as the top, the few times I was the bottom…"

"You prefer that," Vadisk said rather than asked.

"I do." Montana didn't go on to explain his experience as a bottom had come during his first affair with a man when he was still in the Naval Academy. He and his lover—also inexperienced in sex with men—had taken turns as they tried to learn what they liked. While Montana had an affinity for the bottom, he'd never had the opportunity to explore it beyond that initial relationship.

"Then it would seem we really are a well-matched trinity," Vadisk replied.

"I think they've seen enough," Dahlia said, jumping off the bed. In the next second, she was at the window, yanking the curtains closed.

Montana tensed, looking at Vadisk. Saying this was for the mission was what had let Vadisk drop his guard enough to join them, so now…

Vadisk's gaze tracked Dahlia, focusing on her tits as she raced back to the bed, joining them once more. She pushed Vadisk's shirt off his shoulders, tossing it back onto the floor.

His shoulders seemed to visibly loosen.

"Montana. Crawl over Dahlia, hands and knees."

Montana noticed the way Vadisk's voice was suddenly deeper, lower, his tone a dark, sensual demand. It was hard for him to ignore the impact that simple command had on him.

In most of his past sexual encounters—with men and women—Montana had typically taken charge. He wasn't sure why. If it was because of his size, or his natural tendency to be a leader, or if he'd been unconsciously choosing more submissive partners. Whatever the reason, he hadn't had the chance to explore what he truly wanted more extensively.

Montana moved into position, lowering his upper body so that he could steal a quick kiss. Or, at least, that had been his intent. Dahlia's lips were the equivalent of a black hole, her kisses sucking him in with a strength he found impossible to break free of.

The touch of Vadisk's hand on his bare ass caught him off guard, even as he'd felt his husband shifting farther down the bed.

Montana lifted his head, glancing over his shoulder.

"I'm not going to be able to see from this position," Dahlia pointed out, sounding a lot like Montana felt. He was like that kid in Willy Wonka's factory. He wanted it all. Now.

Vadisk chuckled. "Next time, greedy girl." Then he gave Montana a pointed look. "Why aren't you inside our wife?"

Montana couldn't think of a single fucking reason. Turning back to face her, he offered her another kiss, managing to keep this one quick. Reaching between them, he ran his finger along her slit, groaning when he discovered her wet heat. She was more than ready for him, but Montana didn't want her just ready. He wanted her to beg.

Dahlia parted her legs farther before lifting them in an attempt to pull his lower body down onto hers.

He didn't move his hips. Instead, he shook his head as he found her clit with his thumb. He'd gotten to do some exploring by the pool, so he'd had time to discover what drove their woman wild. She liked a firm, fast touch, liked to have her clit stroked almost relentlessly.

Montana wasted no time, going right for the kill. Dahlia's hips jerked upward at his first rough caress, lifting and falling rapidly in time with his touch.

"God," she cried out, her back arching, her eyes falling closed when after just a few minutes, he'd driven her to the peak and pushed her off. "Montana!"

Her hands were next to her head on the pillow, her fingers white-knuckling it and writhing as her orgasm struck hard. Throughout, Montana continued his assault, not giving her a second of rest, loving the way her climax went on and on.

"It's too much. Too…much," she gasped, when the first orgasm gave way to a second. "Ahhh! Jesus. Christ," she bit out.

He was finally forced to stop when Dahlia grasped his wrist, pleading. "Please. Please, Montana. I can't take any more. I need you. Inside me."

They were the sweetest words he'd ever heard, and they did the trick. Reaching down, Montana grabbed his cock and led it to her pussy, not stopping until the head was lodged inside.

"Ready?" he asked, even though he didn't have the self-control to wait for her response.

Dahlia had managed just a single nod before he slammed his hips forward, claiming her completely.

Montana had thought her mouth paradise, but fuck had he been wrong. There was nothing like the tight clenching of her inner walls, pulsating against him as he fucked her roughly like a man possessed.

He hadn't managed more than a dozen thrusts, however, before a firm hand on his ass stopped him.

"Wait for me," Vadisk insisted.

Fuck. Montana drew in an unsteady breath, every molecule in his body demanding he give in to his baser needs, and screw everything else. Fortunately, his brain engaged a second later, and somehow, he found the strength to hold still. Barely.

"Vadisk," Montana said through gritted teeth.

Vadisk's large hand closed around Montana's ass cheek, the tight grip almost painful. "You will wait for me."

Montana's gaze landed on Dahlia, and he took the slightest bit of comfort from the knowledge that she looked just as hungry, just as wild.

"Hurry, Vadisk." Dahlia was just as good as their husband at making her wishes known.

"Some things can't be rushed."

Montana was about to argue that point viciously, but his words dried up when he felt Vadisk's lubed finger circle his anus.

"Shit," he cursed quietly. It had been too long since…

The ability to think fell away when Vadisk pushed a finger into his ass. It was fucking bliss.

True to his word, Vadisk took his time, stretching Montana's ass, adding more lube and more fingers in a methodical way. Montana felt like two different men throughout. Part of him grateful for his husband's care. The other part a snarling beast rattling at the bars of his cage in search of release.

Dahlia wasn't helping matters. The fact she'd already had an orgasm seemed to have taken the edge off, so much so that she was able to focus her attention on him. He couldn't help but wonder if she was paying him back for the prolonged orgasms, determined to make him do a little begging of his own.

While Vadisk worked his ass, Dahlia had turned her attention to his balls, reaching down to cup and play with them, toying in a way that had his eyes rolling back in his head.

"Too much more of that," he warned her, "and this ends way sooner than any of us wants."

Dahlia giggled softly, showing him mercy. Or so he thought. Until she began to slowly stroke her clit. Unlike him, she took her time. Because she was intimately familiar with the equipment, she had an inside track, managing to stroke herself in a way that had her Kegels contracting against his throbbing dick.

Fuck. This wasn't mercy. It was torture.

The sweetest torture he'd ever endured.

Finally, after a lifetime, he felt the head of Vadisk's thick cock prodding against his ass. Vadisk gripped his cheeks, tugging them apart as he slowly, steadily, relentlessly pushed through the tight muscles until he was buried to the hilt.

It wasn't until Montana exhaled that he realized he'd forgotten to breathe completely.

Looking down at Dahlia, he saw her gaze shift to Vadisk.

"Ready?" she asked their husband.

He didn't reply with words, rather with action. Withdrawing until just the head of his cock remained lodged inside, Vadisk returned with a hard thrust that shoved Montana forward, deep into Dahlia's body.

She gasped, then moaned. "More."

After that, the reins were dropped and all three of them gave up any semblance of control, succumbing to their hunger like wild animals.

Montana was inundated by too many sensations, so many that they muted every single thought in his head. His jaw clenched when he realized he couldn't stop this runaway train. The pulsating pleasure found inside Dahlia's pussy, the pinch of pain as Vadisk's dick speared into him, the climbing heat surrounding him were all too much.

"Too. Much," he said, repeating Dahlia's words, aware, despite what they sounded like, they weren't a complaint. Simply a statement of fact.

This was all too much, and even as he said that, he knew he would want this again, over and over. He'd taken his first hit and now he was an addict.

"Fuck," he groaned as he came, jet after jet of come filling Dahlia, who—thank God—followed him down. He always made sure his female lovers came first, but damn if he hadn't failed this time.

The last vestiges of Montana's climax had just faded when Vadisk erupted, hot spurts of come splashing inside his ass.

"Goddamn," Vadisk groaned, his fingers gripping Montana's hips tightly. "Jesus."

Montana dropped to his elbows, careful to keep his weight off Dahlia, lest he crush her.

Her eyes were closed and, like him, she was breathing rapidly. Their chests were pressed together enough that he felt her heart racing. Or maybe that was his.

Vadisk's grip slackened and after a moment or two, he slowly withdrew, Montana shuddering with each lost inch.

Once he could move, Montana lifted his hips, falling heavily to Dahlia's side. Vadisk claimed the other and they looked at each other across their wife's body.

"That was incredible," Montana said, wishing he could have come up with a better description.

"Amazing," Dahlia added.

"Perfect." Vadisk had found the best word, and Montana nodded.

"Perfect." Dahlia flipped to her side, facing Montana.

Given Vadisk's tired chuckle, Montana suspected she was giving their husband that same wiggling ass move of hers.

"We should get a shower," Vadisk muttered, his arms coming around Dahlia, pulling her more firmly against him, making it clear he didn't intend to follow through on his suggestion.

Montana snuggled closer to Dahlia's front, his arm snaking over her so that he could rest it on Vadisk's hip.

"Now that's what I call a honeymoon," Montana mused, his voice little more than a whisper.

His spouses—and now lovers—both breathed out quiet laughs, as Montana decided the three of them had certainly earned a catnap.

They'd briefly discussed doing something from their itinerary, but given the fact they'd changed the plan, moving away from their covers and on to that of three lovers frolicking in—to quote Sinaver—immoral acts, they decided to remain at the villa.

They remained in bed for most of the day, kissing and touching, talking and laughing. They only left the bedroom for a few minutes, grabbing the dishes and bringing them to bed after the room service they'd ordered for a late lunch arrived. They took turns feeding each other before falling back to sleep.

Montana wasn't sure how long he managed to sleep when his phone beeped, dragging him out of a surprisingly deep slumber. Given the lack of light through the crack in the curtains, he would say it was the middle of the night.

His phone beeped again, and while Dahlia didn't rouse, Vadisk sat up. "What is it?"

Montana reached for his cell and plugged in the code. He'd programmed his phone to notify him whenever there was action on Sinaver's phone that matched certain parameters or contained key words in Russian or Ukrainian.

His blood ran cold as he looked at Sinaver's incoming message. He scrolled through the pictures, then raised his phone face out toward Vadisk. "He has pictures of the three of us by the pool."

Dahlia stirred, coming awake quickly as she grasped Montana's wrist so that she could see the screen as well.

"He took the bait," she whispered, though she suddenly looked pale. The idea of being intimate in the open had been her idea, but he could see that the reality of having been recorded and photographed wasn't sitting easily with her.

Montana hated it as well, though their plan had certainly served its purpose. Looking at the phone again, Montana watched in real time as Sinaver attached three images—the ones where their faces were in focus, to an outgoing message. "Sinaver's sending them to someone."

Those words were the equivalent to a bomb going off in the room.

"Who?" Vadisk asked. At the same time, Dahlia said, "It worked."

" Ispaniya ," Montana replied, spelling the word. "Must be a name?—"

Dahlia and Vadisk both shook their heads. "No, that translates to Spain."

"Like the country?"

"Yes."

"He sent pictures of us having sex…to the country of Spain." Montana almost laughed at the absurdity.

"Of course he uses fucking code names," Vadisk cursed, frustrated. "But you can figure out who it is from the phone number, right?"

Montana was scrolling through the embedded data to check for exactly that, but he shook his head. "No, he actually sent the message to what looks like an email, but the email is just a string of letters and numbers…" As he watched, the email address for the contact labeled Spain changed. "Holy shit. This is…" He shook his head. This was some seriously complicated cycling if it was able to constantly change email addresses but maintain the contact status in someone else's phone. This sort of thing was found in heavy-duty passwords, not personal email.

Before Montana could dig deeper, another alert flashed up—and Montana's heart stopped dead in his chest.

"Fuck," he shouted in alarm. "We have to get out of here. Now." He jumped out of bed, racing toward his suitcase for a pair of pants.

Vadisk was already out of bed, reaching for his own clothing, reacting to Montana's curse before he even explained.

"Get up. Get dressed," he ordered Dahlia, who was slower to move, clearly confused.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because Sinaver just put out a warrant for our arrest."