Pillow Talk

Chapter 7

Freya moved her hips from side to side and ran her hands through her hair as she moved to the beat of the music. The burst of confidence she'd felt after giving Nixon a piece of her mind had made her just want to let go.

Not many people knew this or really cared to know that she was actually a great dancer. With all the free time Freya had, she spent it watching videos and teaching herself things. And dancing just happened to be something she was captivated by.

As she swivelled around, laughing heartily at something one of the girls said, her eyes locked with Nixon's. He stood across the floor, watching her with intense eyes. He seemed almost enchanted.

Freya's heart thumped loudly in her chest as she felt the blush rising on her face as she continued dancing. He didn't break eye contact but rather stood firmly with his arms crossed, watching, waiting.

She wondered what he was doing here? Was he out with friends? Did Nicolas send him to keep an eye on them? Or was he out with someone, a woman? The last thought didn't sit well with her.

She turned away trying to ignore him and focused on her sister. Tonight was all about Sara. Confusing men and feelings could take a backseat for the night.

Still Freya turned back and was surprised to find that Nixon had disappeared. Ignoring the pang in her chest, she let Sara pull her into the circle they'd formed.

"Thank you for this Freya.", Sara spoke into her ear, a big goofy smile on her face.

Freya returned a smile of her own, "Anything for you."

Nixon scanned his surroundings trying to block out the memory of Freya's curvy little body. He was surprised to find her here. At first he feared that maybe she was out on a date but was relieved to see Sara and a couple of other girls with her.

He didn't know much about her and being the type of person that he was, he ran a background check on her. He found nothing, other than the basics. She was adopted by her uncle, Robert Lorden at age 6, he did not miss that Debra Lorden had not adopted her too. She was now 22 and listed as Caucasian and Asian.

There was no mention of her life before she was adopted, who her real parents were, what schools she'd attended or even past relationships. It was like one big empty whole in her history. Nixon found it strange.

"Have you found him?", Leon asked, his voice coming through the device in Nixon's ear.

"Not yet."

"Okay, just be vigilant and remember, Gallo is an ace at smelling a lie."

Nixon rolled his eyes, "Leon stop talking to me like I'm a fucking child. We worked with this son of bitch for months. Plus I've studied the profile over the last couple of days."

Nixon and Leon had been going over the plan for the last few days. It was simple. Nixon would use his old alias from before and try and infiltrate the ring again. But this time would be a lot harder. He knew gaining Gallo's trust again was not going to be easy.

A convoy of men strode into the club, people moving aside for them and Nixon knew Roman Gallo had arrived.

"His here."

"Play it cool.", Nixon could hear the nervousness in Leon's voice as he tried to calm him down.

"Always do."

Nixon pulled out the wire and shoved it in the gap under a table as he passed. He approached the VIP area with ease, scanning the place. Roman was already seated with a drink in his hand. The man looked so at ease and it made Nixon's blood boil.