BREAK ME FREE by Summer Jordan Read Free Book Online

respect.” Keeping him pinned to the table, he slid the ten pound into the man’s trouser pocket. “Now again, I’m sorry for the accident. So take your money, and fuck off.”
    “OK.”
    Serge glanced at Tanya. “I’m sorry about that.”
    “It’s OK.”
    “That’s why I don’t dance.”
    * * * *
    At the hotel, Tanya stood by her door. “Thank you for tonight. I had a really good night.”
    “Shame about the end, I’m not a fighter, I promise.”
    “Don’t worry.” Tanya sniffed her hair. “I can’t wait to get in the shower. I smell like a bar towel.”
    Serge smiled as he opened his door. “Sweet dreams, Tanya. See you in the morning.”
    “Night, Serge.”
    Behind his closed door, Serge rubbed his face. “I can’t escape causing a scene?”

Chapter Eleven
     
     
    Igor sat on Vladimir’s couch in a leather coat and gloves, his balaclava mask rested on his lap. He watched Vladimir open the safe. “I don’t mean to sound like a woman, but we’re late, Boss.”
    “Shut it.” Vladimir picked up the CD from inside and tossed it to Igor. “Log on, and make sure the container is where is should be.”
    “Boss?” Igor’s eyes followed Vladimir who paced around the living room, biting his nails incessantly. “The boys can see it from the van?”
    “If I tell you to jump out the fucking window, I expect you to do it.” Vladimir glared at Igor. “Log on … now.”
    “Fine.” Igor lifted the laptop from under the marble and gold leaf coffee table. He opened the CD tray and inserted the CD.
    “YO, I TELL YOU WHAT I WANT, WHAT I REALLY, REALLY WANT.”
    Vladimir stared at the laptop. “Igor, what the hell is that?”
    “The Spice Girls.”
    “I know it’s the fucking Spice Girls... Where is the fucking hack program?”
    “IF YOU WANNA BE MY LOVER.”
    Vladimir covered his ears. “Put it off, Igor.”
    Igor popped the CD from the laptop. “That was awful.”
    Vladimir stormed towards the safe and stuck his head inside, searching with his hands for the Hack program CD. “It isn’t here.” Standing back up he knocked his head on the top of the safe. He winced as he rubbed head and saw Igor covering his mouth to stop himself from laughing. Incensed, Vladimir grabbed the pistol from the safe and fired a shot towards Igor. The bullet zipped past his head and embedded in the alcove. “You think it’s fucking funny you fat cunt?”
    Sprinkles of white plaster fell like snow across the room and covered Igor’s bald head like cradle cap “No , Boss.”
    Vladimir rubbed his smoking pistol across his frowning temple. “She’s swapped the CD with Spice World. No doubt, the fucking police have the real CD. We need to get out of here, quick.”
    “Back to Moldova?”
    “Yea, but first I need my revenge.” Vladimir stuck the pistol in the waist of his trousers. “I’m sure Serge is involved somehow.”

Chapter Twelve
     
     
    Traffic moved down the city road at a glacial pace. Parked just off the main road, the two detectives leant against the silver Jaguar. They both stared at the grand town mansion. The rumbling engine of a heavy goods vehicle caused Bentham to raise his voice. “Nice place this Serge has got. Just a shame about the log jam of a road it sits on,
    “Yeah, no different to rest of the city, though. I wouldn’t mind living here.”
    “What? You have nice spot overlooking a grassy park in Mill Hill.” Bentham shook his head. “I still want to know how you afforded it.”
    “Like I’ve told you before, my old woman left me a nice sum for the deposit.”
    “I bet you smothered her in her sleep to get it.”
    Norman took one last drag from his cigarette. “It crossed my mind.”
    “Don’t blame you, I’d kill to live in your place.”
    Norman threw his cigarette on the floor and stubbed it out with his shiny black shoe. “Could be better, needs a half-naked chick walking around it.”
    “Hey, be careful what you wish for. My ex wife came back last night. It’s