Her long blonde hair and blue eyes reminded him of his sweet Jennifer. This woman was a pale imitation, a facsimile of the real thing, but she'd been available and Jennifer—well, soon enough she'd be his. It was a shame he wouldn't get to keep her for long. He'd promised Carlo his sister would pay the price of betrayal, had explained in exquisite detail all the things he planned to do to the sweet innocent beauty. She'd sparked his interest from the beginning. Her voluptuous curves and sparkling personality intrigued him. First things first, though. Carlo had to be found and the damning video destroyed. If that footage came to light everything he'd worked so hard for in the last ten years went up in smoke. Plus, Sokolov would put a bullet in his brain, if his American partner didn't beat him to it. The damned American. What had Sokolov been thinking, getting in bed with the foreign devil? Hadn't he kept everything running smoothing in the southern region? Now he had to answer to some politician with delusions of grandeur.
