Just as you’re trying to do, he reminded himself. Trying and failing.
In order for Dmytro to do his job to the best of his ability—with each threat growing more repugnant—he couldn’t afford to care about Ajax Fairchild, at least not any more than he cared about the rest of his clients. He had to rein in his emotions and his dick and conceal his attraction for Ajax’s safety.
Since it was for Ajax’s future happiness, his safety, and his very well-being, Dmytro made more than a decision. He made a vow.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Ajax
Ajax Freedom,you dream only of darkness, and I am the light. I will purify you. I will rid the world of you. I am coming for you.
“You awake?”Bartosz asked.
“No.” Ajax lifted his eyelids and found himself alone in the car with Bartosz. “You don’t really believe there’s a credible new threat, do you?”
Bartosz let his hands drop away from the wheel. “The problem in this business is you can never tell.”
“Have you heard from your guy? Peter?”
Head shake. “Only Zhenya. You’re safe for now, though. Go to sleep.”
“Where’s Dmytro?” Dawn was barely cracking the sky in the east. Ajax wiped his mouth, stretched, and discovered they were in a marina parking lot.
“He’s making arrangements for your things.”
“You got my things?” Ajax unbuckled his seat belt. “Awesome. Talk about service.”
“One of Zhenya’s men picked them up. You’ve been out for a couple hours now.”
Ajax nodded. There was a luxury yacht at the dock, about a hundred feet long. Not a Saudi prince’s luxury yacht but a sleek, sturdy cruiser for someone who enjoyed entertaining on the water. TheCharioteer.
There was a gas station near the dock, and a coffee shop. “Since there’s a lookalike pretending to be me, is it safe to get out and stretch?”
“When Dmytro returns, if he believes it’s safe, we’ll go for breakfast. Would you like that?”
“Don’t treat me like a child. I’m perfectly capable of going out incognito,and I won’t accept being cooped up in the car.”
Bartosz grinned at him. “That’s good because your parents chartered the Iphicles yacht for you to stay cooped up in. See? Did you know Iphicles was Heracles’s maternal half brother, and his son was Hercules’s charioteer?”
“They know I can’t stay on a boat. I’ll be sick as a pig.”
“You’ll be fine.”
“No, I won’t. I’ll hurl myself overboard. The threat is probably nothing. It’s probably all imaginary. But this—”
“Don’t be stupid. We’re no closer to finding out if the threat to you is real—”
“Now just wait. I’ve allowed all of this in order to please my mother and father, but I’m a legal adult, and none of you have a job without my consent.”
“Still—”
“We’re going to breakfast.” Ajax gripped the seat so tight his knuckles whitened. “We’re going shopping. But we are not getting on a goddamn boat.”
Dmytro opened the door behind him. Ajax nearly fell out of the car.
“Hey!”
“If Zhenya says you are, you are. While we’re aboard, we’ll convince your stalker you’re in our safe house. We have a decoy. We need to set up a trap.”
