Tamed by Texans (Doms of Destiny, Colorado 5)

“So understand, Jena, BDSM has a place for all kinds—those in love, those looking for love, and those of us looking for a good time.”

“I always knew you were a trollop, Gretchen,” Ethel teased.

“No argument from me, you Irish tart.”

The room fell apart from hysterical laughter and so did Jena. She had never felt more at home anywhere in all her life.

Chapter Fourteen

At Sheriff Wolfe’s office, Matt sat on one side of Jena and Sean sat on the other. Dylan and Black stood by the window. Jason was behind his desk.

“The laptop should be here next week,” Black told them. “It will have all you need to arrest Mitrofanov.”

“That’s what I’m hoping for, but you’ve told us that before.” Jason stared at the man. “I hope you don’t let us down this time.”

“I won’t,” Black said behind his mirrored sunglasses.

Dylan was wearing his own pair. “Any word on where Niklaus is? We haven’t seen him in Destiny since he left for his nephews’ funerals in Chicago.”

“He’s back,” Jason said. “Mitchell saw him and his crew going into his house twenty minutes ago. My brother lives two doors down from Mitrofanov’s house.”

Matt tensed. “It’s time to get Jena out of town then.”

“We’ve been planning on going to get her daughter and mother,” Sean added. “No time like the present.”

From the other side of the door, Shannon’s voice could be heard. “You can’t go in there, Mr. Mitrofanov.”

The door swung open and in walked the fat, bald-headed slug holding a file. “I’m glad we are all here, especially this one.” He pointed his crooked finger at Jena.

Pulling out their guns, he and Sean jumped to their feet in front of the mobster, keeping her safely behind them.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Matt could see Dylan, Black, and Jason had their weapons in hand, too.

“Gentlemen, please. I am unarmed and alone. I came here as a concerned citizen. Very concerned. Without a cat, mice feel free. It’s an old Russian saying, but appropriate now. Lower your weapons.”

“Everyone, put away your guns,” Jason said through clenched teeth. “I’ll keep mine in my hand just in case Mr. Mitrofanov makes any sudden moves.”

“Now, isn’t that much better, gentlemen?”

Matt glared at the kingpin. “Whatever you came to say, now’s the time.”

“This woman is a thief, Sheriff Wolfe.” Niklaus placed his file on the desk. “See for yourself.”

“That’s rich, Mitrofanov,” Sean said. “You, of all people, accusing her of stealing. You’re a fucking liar.”

“Cool it, MacCabe. Let me see what’s in here.” Jason opened the file and began reading.

Matt’s pulse was racing. He had the training to slice the fucker’s throat in a split second without getting a drop of blood on his clothes.

Why not? Jena wouldn’t have to face the monster ever again.

He knew why not. Patience had to be practiced here, no matter how much Mitrofanov tried to goad them. The bastard would end up in prison or in a grave soon enough. Jena would remain safe. He would see to that.

Jason looked up from the file. “What do you expect me to do with this, Mitrofanov?”

“I expect you to arrest this woman for stealing. I lost ten grand because of her.”

“You lost ten grand because of a hacker by the name of Robin Hood. What proof do you have that she is that person?”