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and when Viktor shoved his finger inside the wet hole, the spasming clenching of her channel assured him that the orgasm was genuine.
    He nodded to the auctioneer, and looked back towards the alcove.   Mikhail led the girl to the transport cages, and the Russian met Dillon’s black eyes.   They were narrowed with a hint of a sadistic, knowing smile.   With his property sold, Dillon had no interest in watching more street whores displayed.   He made his way around the edges of the wall towards the gate, and he left the auction in search of a bar for one more cold beer before making his way back to his truck.
    The cool sweating bottle thudded down on the scarred wood of the bar in front of him, and when Dillon’s hand moved to his pocket to pay, an arm reached across him and tossed cash towards the bartender.   Dillon took a sip of beer before looking up to see his benefactor.   It was the bodyguard who had accompanied his slave’s buyer.   Dillon lifted an eyebrow, but he remained silent.
    “Viktor regrets that he cannot leave the festivities for a while, and he wishes to impose on your time to wait for him.   I think this meeting would most definitely be of interest to you.”
    “Russian?” Dillon guessed.   He sipped a long draw of the cold beer.
    “Yes, my friend.”   The man smiled and sat down on the barstool next to him, flagging the bartender for another bottle.   “I am Mikhail, and Viktor has asked me to see to any needs you might have while we wait.”
    Dillon shrugged with an indifference he was not really feeling.   The brief time he had spent watching the auction had assured him that the money he had received for the blonde girl was a minute amount compared to how much the cartel had received for her.   These people were wealthy, with funds available to purchase slaves or, just as easily, to make people disappear.   “Well, Mikhail, why do you think they invited me to watch the proceedings?”
    “The cartel must work with Viktor out of necessity, but I’m sure you noticed that no one challenges him.   The Mexicans could see his interest in the two slaves you provided, and they must be willing to throw your future merchandise to persuade us from further ambushing their profit,” Mikhail answered honestly.   “Viktor is able to get their prime slaves with a much lower investment than if the cartel can force a bidding war between the other buyers.”
    “And, you don’t think the cartel will come after me for cutting them out of the profit?” Dillon asked.
    “No.   They do not need the problems with us.”
    Dillon was not sure he wanted to get involved with men who had the ability to make the cartel nervous, but he could see no way out of at least meeting with the Russian.   He sure as hell did not want problems with them if the Mexicans were leaving them alone.
    “I prefer to leave the rest of your inquiries to Viktor,” the Russian informed him, in a tone that let Dillon know that their conversation about the matter had ended.
    Dillon let the guard buy him dinner, and they traded stories about their homelands.   By dessert, Dillon had promised the man a cowboy hat and boots if he saw him again.   Mikhail was solidly built, and although Dillon had no doubt his cold eyes held the promise of disposing of his boss man’s enemies, Dillon felt a comfortable kinship with the man.   Not that Dillon would kill… that did not excite him… but he had no qualms in stealing girls’ lives from them.
    It was two hours later that Mikhail rose and excused himself, and he asked Dillon to wait.   When he escorted Viktor back to the bar, Mikhail’s hand was behind the open flap of his jacket and gripping the gun that Dillon was sure he kept hidden there.
    “Dillon, thank you for waiting.”   The man’s grip was firm, and Dillon had a fleeting thought that he would not like to put money down on a contest between Viktor and his bodyguard.   “Even those Mexican rebels need to revel in