King of Diamonds (Desert Sons MC Book 3) (12 page)

“Yes we have. Thank you very much.”

“When can we expect delivery of the automobiles?”

“Would in the morning be early enough? Or would you like them now?”

As Jacked worked out the details, Tina smiled and began to thrust her hips again. He was quiet, but she could tell from Jack’s face that he was feeling it.

“Tomorrow morning will be acceptable. How will the cars be delivered, and to where?”

Jack tried to focus as Tina squirmed and thrust on him. “We can make the delivery in any manner you like. If you have transportation I will load the cars for you. Or I can deliver the keys and addresses of the units and you can handle it all yourself.”

Watching Jack struggle to sound normal and conduct business as she rode him was turning her on in a serious way… and she began to thrust harder.

Jack was desperate to tell Tina to stop, but he didn’t want Rodchenko to know she was fucking his brains out while he was on the phone with him, so he tried to focus and keep his voice level and normal. But it wasn’t easy… it wasn’t easy at all.

“You must have transport, do you not? You brought the automobiles from New Mexico to California.”

“That was a one-time deal,” Jack said as Tina kissed him under his neck. “I have no transportation available.” He took her by her hair with his free hand and gently pulled her lips to his for a torrid kiss as Rodchenko spoke.

“I see. I will speak with Mr. Goremykin and tell him the circumstances. We will meet for lunch at noon in my hotel and make the exchange then.”

Jack broke the kiss. He needed to wrap this up because he was going to come soon, and he wouldn’t be able to hide that. “I will see you at noon. It has been a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Rodchenko.”

Pyotr was quiet for a moment. “Yes. So I hear,” he said as he terminated the call.

Jack realized Rodchenko wasn’t fooled for a moment and he felt himself flush in embarrassment. He dropped his phone on the bed before he rolled over, pinned Tina down, and held her gaze with his eyes. “You think your funny, don’t you?” he growled playfully.

“I thought it was funny. What are you going to do about it?”

“Maybe,” he murmured as he began to thrust into her, “I need to teach you a lesson.”

“I might be a slow learner.”

“I hope so,” he murmured as he took her lips and instructed her… over and over again.

***

CHAPTER TEN

They splurged the next morning and bought some new clothes so they wouldn’t look like ragamuffins when they lunched with Pyotr. Jack had allowed Tina to dress him in a pair of casual dark grey pants with a taupe coat that was trying to decide if it was tan or grey. A crisp white shirt and loafers completed the look.

For herself, Tina selected a sleeveless crewneck tunic in classic white, but made fun and flirty with a riotous set of stripes of various widths in orange and teal from her breasts to the bottom hem just above her knee. She added a white bowknot belt to accentuate her curves and a pair of open toed sandals to replace her sneakers. Even though her entire ensemble cost less than $150, she felt like a million bucks as she swayed into the dining room on Jack’s arm.

“May I help you, sir?”

Jack turned to the hostess. “We’re to meet Pyotr Rodchenko for lunch. We’re a couple of minutes early.”

“Mr. Carter?”

“That’s correct.”

“Mr. Rodchenko sends his apologies. He is running a bit late and asked that you be seated.”

Jack flushed as the woman led them to a table in the corner. He remembered his manners at the last moment and pulled out a chair for Tina before she could seat herself. She smiled at him as she folded gracefully into her chair.

“What do you think is going on?” Tina whispered when they were alone.

“I don’t know. We already have the money, so that can’t be it. I guess we'll find out when Rodchenko arrives.”

Jack and Tina nursed their water and nibbled at the delicious bread and honeyed butter until Pyotr arrived fifteen minutes late. “I apologize for my tardiness. I was discussing transportation options with Mr. Goremykin.”

Jack reached into his jacket pocket and placed twelve keys on the table, along with a folded sheet of paper. “The keys to the cars, the storage buildings, and the addresses where you will find them.”

Pyotr made no move to take the keys. “Mr. Goremykin has one more requirement.”

Jack’s eyes narrowed in suspicion and his voice became cool. “What’s that?”

“It is about the delivery of the cars.”

Jack waved his hand over the items. “There are the keys. I have delivered them as agreed.”

“If this were Russia, this would be acceptable. But here… Mr. Goremykin cannot accept the cars in this method.”

“What do you mean, ‘In this method?’”

“We cannot ship the cars from their current location.”

“Not my problem. We never said we would deliver the cars to a particular location. We agreed to deliver the cars to Mr. Goremykin, or in this case, his agent. I’m here, you’re here, and the keys and location of the cars are here.”

“My sorry, Mr. Carter. This is non-negotiable.”

Jack leaned in close, his face hard. “Don’t fuck with me, Rodchenko.”

“Do not threaten me, Mr. Carter. I am not impressed with the threats of a petty thief.”

“Fuck you, Rodchenko,” he hissed before he turned to Tina and rose. “Let’s go.”

“Sit down, Mr. Carter.” Rodchenko’s voice never changed in volume or tone, but the command was clear. “To walk away now, without concluding our deal, would not be… wise.”

Tina placed her hand on Jack’s. “Jack… What do you offer, Mr. Rodchenko?”

Jack settled back into his chair as Pyotr began to speak. “Mr. Goremykin wants you to deliver the cars to Savannah, Georgia before November 14 of this year.”

“I told you, I don’t have any way to do that. I have the Audi you saw and a pair of motorcycles, and that’s it. I can’t move six cars with those.” Jack sat back and pursed his lips in annoyance. “Hire a trucking firm to move them.”

“I spoke with one of your associate, Cheryl, and she informed me that you moved the cars from New Mexico to California with a semi. A semi that you drove. Is that correct?”

“That’s correct. A
stolen
semi, I might add. The risks are too great to steal another and drive that far.”

“Stealing one won’t be necessary.”

“What do you mean?” Jack leaned forward, more interested now that his anger was subsiding. “And why me? Can’t you hire someone who is willing to move the cars and keep their mouth shut?”

“That is what I’m attempting to do, Mr. Carter.”

“I don’t want to do it.”

“Mr. Goremykin wants you to do it. He is willing to make it worth your effort.”

“Mr. Rodchenko, I already have enough of Mr. Goremykin’s money that I really don’t care to have any more. Thank you, but no.”

“Perhaps I haven’t made myself clear. Mr. Goremykin wants you to do this, and you will be handsomely compensated for your time. However, failing to complete the deal would be unfortunate—”

“I’m sure Goremykin will get over it,” Jack interrupted.

“Not for Mr. Goremykin, Mr. Carter. For you. And Ms. Harris. It would be… unfortunate… if the police were to learn your whereabouts.”

“You son of a bitch!” Jack snarled as he began to rise. He had enough of Rodchenko, but the small pistol in Pyotr’s hand froze him in place.

“Sit down, Mr. Carter.” As Jack sat, the weapon disappeared as fast as it had appeared.

Tina’s breathing started again as Jack sat down. “Jack… we can do this. We can! I have always wanted to see someplace other than New Mexico.” She turned her attention to Pyotr. “You said we wouldn’t have to steal a truck?”

“That’s correct. By this time tomorrow the paperwork will be complete for a Kenworth truck, legally purchased by Goremykin Transport. You will pick the truck up here,” Pyotr said as he slid a business card across the table. “The truck will be fully licensed and insured. Present my card—” Another card is slid across the table. “—and the truck will be turned over to you.”

“And the cars?” Tina asked as Jack fumed.

Pyotr pulled a thick envelope from his inside jacket pocket and handed it across to Tina. “Inside you will find Bills of Lading and Manifests for the transportation of six replica Ferraris and an Audi A6 sedan from Los Angeles, California, to Savannah, Georgia. Once in Savannah, you will contact Leslie Almaredy with
TransAtlantic Intermodal
.” Pyotr slide a third card across the table. “You leave her the keys to the truck, unload your car, and drive away.”

“And what do we get out of this?” Tina asked.

“For your services, you will be paid one hundred thousand dollars… and you will be assured that the police will not accidently discover your whereabouts.”

Tina looked to Jack. “That like, thirty thousand dollars a day, Jack! We can do this. Please, Jack. This one last thing.”

Jack looked at her sourly. “They’ve screwed us on this deal once already. How do you know they won’t do it again?”

“Can we trust you, Pytor? Will you give me your word, as a gentlemen, that if we do this last thing, we are clear? You will ask nothing else from us, ever, and you won’t reveal our location to the police?”

“You have my word, Ms. Harris.”

“Please, Jack.”

Jack thought it over. Goremykin and Rodchenko had effectively maneuvered him into a corner. “Fine,” he spat.

“I want one more thing,” Tina said before Rodchenko could speak. “I want new identities for Jack and myself. Identities that will stand up to the closest scrutiny.”

“You are hardly in a position to make demands, Ms. Harris.”

“You need us more than we need you. We’ve escaped the police twice already. We can do it again.”

Rodchenko smiled—the first smile Tina had seen from the man. “Very well. Would you two like to be married?”

Jack snorted as he bowed to the inevitable. “No. I think we can manage that ourselves. But I want you to change the shipping documents to include two motorcycles, a 1939…”

Rodchenko produced another envelope, identical to the first, and exchanged it for the one on the table. “Anything else?”

Jack stared at Pytor. “How did you know?”

“There is very little we don’t know about you and Ms. Harris. That is why Mr. Goremykin is so insistent that you be the ones to transport the cars. You may be a car thief, but you have demonstrated a certain… Shall we say, honor. Mr. Goremykin feels he can trust you. But let me warn you, failure to prove that trust would not be in your best interest.”

Jacks’ eyes narrowed. “I’ve agreed to your deal, Rodchenko… don’t threaten me.”

“I don’t threaten, Mr. Carter.”

Jack stared at the man. “No. I can see that you don’t.”

***

“That guy still scares me,” Tina said as they waited for the valet to bring up Jack’s car.

“Yeah. Me, too. But what scares me more is how much he knew. He knew your name. How did he know your name? I was careful to
not
use your name. He knew about the motorcycles, too. Hell, they probably know where the cars are.”