The Bratva Biker Girl
'Please dance with my Grandson, it would make his night.
Strong arms tug me against a hard chest, swinging me onto the dance floor in one swift, efficient movement, and when I look up, my eyes meet a very familiar pair of bright blue ones. Before I can react, his lips press down on mine, as he manoeuvres me away from my Russian guardians, handing me over to Keane and Sean, again. One minute, I am dancing in the glittering Russian Embassy ballroom, the next, I am being tossed into the back of a blacked-out van that is promptly driven off at high speed. It all happens so fast that I realise they must have had help from the American Military, and this is confirmed when a deep American voice ask
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