“I have someone waiting, so head home. Once I’m done, I’ll call you.” She walked off with two of her men and left Nina standing there.

The elevator took them quickly to her floor, and she smiled when Svetlana Dudko held up a drink when she let herself in. She was grooming Svetlana to take some of the pressure off Nina, but she still had some things to learn. The best part of Svetlana, though, was her eagerness to please. That was readily apparent in how accomplished she was at killing. The other good thing was Svetlana didn’t ask many questions or expect much, so the sex was easy.

“Nico.” Svetlana handed her the cold vodka and kissed her before she could take a sip. “I missed you.”

“I missed you as well, but I hope you were a good girl and did everything on the list I left you.” She went into the bedroom and sat in the leather chair close to the windows. “I’ll be disappointed if you didn’t.”

“You know better than that, baby. It’s the most fun you’ve let me have in a long time.” Svetlana stood before her and stripped naked. “Did you get everything on your list?”

“In good time, and we don’t have time for that now.” She motioned to Svetlana’s body, but perfection was hard to ignore. The woman had been a gymnast, and the discipline had left her with a strong, fit body that she enjoyed touching. “With any luck, Sacha will be in the mood to meet tonight.”

“Then we’ll have to be quick, but you deserve to go in there with a clear head.” Svetlana dropped to her knees and opened her pants so she could slide them down to her ankles. It didn’t take long for Svetlana to get her off with her mouth as she touched herself.

They showered together and had another drink before she called Nina. “He can’t wait to see you,” Nina said. “All he needs is a place.”

“Tell him the old club downstairs. The cops closed it down after New Orleans, but we shouldn’t have a problem getting back in.”

“Okay, and I’ll be up in a minute to plan.”

“I doubt you could add anything to what I already have planned. Wait for me.” She hung up and smiled when Svetlana beckoned her to the refrigerator.

“Your gift,” Svetlana said, pointing to the clear bag on the shelf.

“Excellent.”