I will just go freshen up" she said and left him as she walked to her room. She took off her clothes and headed to her bathroom.
She turned on the shower, applying the soap on her body immensely. She got lost in her thoughts.
Then she felt another naked body wrap hands around her waist. She was startled but didn't need to turn to check who it was.
"Damian, what are you doing" she asked him trying to leave his grip.
"Taking a shower with you" he turned her around letting her face him this time.
He applied the soap on her back, as he massaged her body gently, till her butt.
"Dami..."
"Shh, don't say a word, I just want to bath you' that's all!"
But, I can do it"
"I know but I want to help you" he uttered softly into her ears. He said and rinsed her hair, the water ran down her body slowly.
He shifted her hair to one side and started placing soft kisses on her body that made her let out a sigh.
His lips went to her collarbone and he sucked it gently.
"Ah' Damian" she winced.
He massaged her hard nipples as he felt it on his chest, "Mm" she moaned.
He kissed her passionately and her body responded to every of his touch.
He picked her up and she wrapped her legs round his waist and he slid himself into her.
Damian! Elena bit her lips to reduce her loud moan echoing in the bathroom as Damian moved faster in her.
His mouth sucked her nipples as he kept moving in her.
Minutes later, Damian carried her in his arms leaving the bathroom placing her on the bed and panting hard.
"I have to go" he said as he picked his clothes putting it on, he said and left not waiting for her to speak.
***
The black SUV slid out of the mansion, then minutes later it stopped at a designated area.
Viktor came out of his car when he saw Damian.
"Dude, I can't get this out of my head". "You baked. With flour. I mean—Damian Volkov, in an apron. I'm going to need photographic evidence for the archives."
Damian's jaw tightened. He didn't answer at first then his voice finally uttered low, controlled, the kind that ended arguments without raising it.
"If you open your mouth about that again, I will arrange for you to lose it. Permanently."
Viktor blinked, then put both palms up in mock surrender.
"Mouth sealed. Lips buttoned. I'm a statue, boss." He grinned, then lowered his voice conspiratorially.
"But in all seriousness — you looked… normal. Kind of dangerous-ly normal."
Damian huffed, an almost inaudible sound. "Focus. We have work."
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They both walked in, Viktor loosened his tie and bounced on his heels, scanning the place. "Tactical boys, report," he announced theatrically.
Mikhail — a scarred lieutenant whose face never relaxed — came forward with the morning brief. "Shipments secure.
Men at the docks ready. We've re-routed the Warsaw shipment through Piraeus; minimal attention. '
Andrew's brokers are still sniffing around the north routes, but nothing concrete."
He tapped the tablet in his hand and flicked up a satellite overlay. "We've got men watching his usual contacts.
We also picked up increased traffic around a broker who moved through a front company last month. Might be the same hand that pulled the warehouse stunt."
Damian stepped closer to the map, fingers tracing routes. He absorbed the data like a muscle memorizing a motion.
"We close the safe lanes for Warsaw and open Piraeus at 0600.
Shift the smaller cargos to variance runs. I want covert manifests, shell trucks. No one follows a truck that looks like it carries apples." His voice was short, efficient.
Viktor grinned. "Apples it is. Romantic." He nudged Damian lightly — a flicker of the easy friendship that had seen them through darker nights.
Damian didn't smile, but he didn't pull away.
Mikhail's gaze cut to a second feed. "Sir, we picked up Alex's tail again, he has regained consciousness, but we still have eyes on him.
"Good," Damian said.
They ran through a dry rehearsal: team routes, vehicle placements, radio check-ins.
A trainee had to repeat the comms code three times before Damian nodded his approval. Viktor walked the interception route with his team, clicking through scenarios.
They practiced silent breach, containment holds, non-lethal takedown moves. The hum of preparation was constant — every man knew the part he would play.
At the tactical board Damian pinned the last item.
"Rules of engagement," he said, eyes on every face. "We detain first. Questions second.
We do not escalate to lethal unless the room itself becomes lethal. We move at 2200. Rolaan is a variable; Andrew is the motive.
Damian traced the lines on the map with a fingertip. The route patterns looked like a surgeon mapping arteries.
"We shadow Andrew quietly. He gets observation first. If he enters our zone, we intercept and control. No headlines." His voice was cold, the command absolute.
Mikhail nodded. "We'll split into three teams." He tapped a tablet. "Team one — observation. Minimal footprint, tail him, gather intel, record calls.
Team two — interception. Armored, fast. If he steps in where he shouldn't, they box him in.
Team three — reserve at safehouse for extraction or containment. Rules of engagement: subdue, question, move. No public exposure."
We picked up a spike around the broker who handled last month's ghost manifests. Could be bait." He switched the feed to satellite overlays and traffic heat maps.
They moved to the armory. Cases opened with a soft click: suppressed pistols, compact rifles, non-lethal options, restraints, and medical packs.
"Boss, here's the weapon that came in, he said handing him a pistol.
"Did you check it?" .
"Not yet boss"
Bring the traitor from last week?" Damian ordered and they headed to another room and came out with one of his men that betrayed them, he was helping Andrew with information.
"I will test the weapon now" Damian said as he picked the pistol and without blinking, he shot him on his shoulder.
A loud scream escaped the man's mouth.
"Wow, that works fine" Viktor said as he sat beside his friend sipping a glass of whiskey enjoying what was happening.
Damian shifted his gaze to his friend beside him, "If what happened at my house leaves your mouth to another person, I will shoot you with this"
Oh I'm scared brother". ""Kitchen secret stays here." He mouthed it like a prayer.
Viktor said as he chuckled and Damian just ignored him.