Black And White Ops: A BWWM BBW Military Romance by BWWM Club, Aaron Steel Page B

toes and
planted a long kiss on his lips. Then she turned to the girl at the
counter and made her order in flawless Russian with a Moscow accent.
The man looked a little confused until he saw the girl behind the
counter start to get the cappuccinos ready. Then he put one arm
around her and waited to get their order. He fumbled with his wallet
and pulled out a wad of cash. Nope, man is foreign and the girl is
someone he’s flown here to meet, Rick thought.
    He wished the two of
them the best of luck internally. Several years ago he’d met a
Bulgarian woman outside an outlet mall near Philadelphia who had skin
the color of alabaster with eyes blacker than the heart of midnight.
Her American husband had a construction job and they were buying some
appliances for their new house. He’d overheard her talk in
Bulgarian to her mother on the cell phone and introduced himself to
them later. It always helped to practice a language when you didn’t
get to use it that much. The man had found her on some kind of
matrimonial website and flown out to meet her. They’d clicked
and now she was living the good life in the USA. He ran into them a
year later and she was pushing a stroller with the baby in it while
showing signs of baby number two.
    So where was his
connection? This one he knew. It was a man named Yuri who exported
furs to the United States for the furriers. He’d taken some
flak from the animal rights people and didn’t care. One of them
had tossed paint on one of Yuri’s models at a fashion show. It
was funny until the young guy who’d tossed the paint was paid a
little visit from two of Yuri’s buddies one night. There was no
more paint tossed where Yuri was involved. Some people don’t
like to get lawyers involved to solve problems and Yuri was
definitely in that category.
    At close to ten a man
entered the coffee shop in a long coat and made an order at the
counter. The owner saw who it was and decided to keep the shop open
later. An employee went to the door and let the other patrons leave,
but told everyone else they were fixing to close. This allowed Yuri a
chance to meet with Rick and Monique.
    Rick nudged Monique
when he saw Yuri enter the shop. She woke slowly, rubbing her eyes,
trying to remember where she was. Monique saw the man sit down with
them and realized it was the connection Rick had mentioned.
    “Good evening,
brother,” Yuri said to him in Russian, using the familiar term
gangsters called each other. “It seems you are in some trouble.
How can I help?”
    “I need a place
for her and me tonight,” he told the man. “We are
supposed to meet with someone tomorrow who will get us out of here,
but tonight I need to hide us both.”
    “Trouble with
the SVR?” he asked. “Don’t look so surprised, Rick,
word is spreading around about the bomb that went off yesterday. Did
you have anything to do with it? Ah, I see by your expression you
did. No bother, I had thought that operation looked strange. My
people told me about it. Crazy world, these intelligence types. Oh, I
took care of the problem with the men at the warehouse as well as I
figure you were involved with them as well. The SVR showed up, but
they didn’t tell them anything they could use. Really, how do
you expect to remain unseen with a black woman in this part of
Russia?”
    “I was hoping
you could help me again with the last part,” Rick told him.
    “I will this
time,” Yuri responded, “but only because of the help you
have given me in the past. I do not forget those who have helped me.”
    He wrote down an
address on a piece of paper and handed it to Rick. “This is a
warehouse of mine. It doesn’t have a night watchman, so you
will not be disturbed. I’ve written down the pass code on the
bottom. You can stay there for the night and make your connection in
the morning. Don’t worry about the SVR; I’ll hold them
off for one day. Did you know they’ve been watching you in this
shop?”
    “I suspected,”
Rick