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Sergei appears as surprised as I am and says quickly, “We followed protocol, boss. He remains untouched.”
Damien steps forward and peers into the guy’s face and then moves beside me and whispers in my ear, “You have a problem, Mikhail.”
“Problem?” I am still staring in disbelief at the massacre in front of me and Damien almost sounds amused as he says in Russian, “Your hitman is a hitwoman.”
I say nothing and stare down at a bloodied figure that is blinking furiously and as my eyes travel down, I can tell Damien’s powers of perception exceeded my own this time because underneath the baggy hoody, I detect the soft curves of a woman, not a man.
Reaching out, I grasp her hair and pull and as the wig comes off in my hand, long auburn hair cascades like silk around my fingers. Those stunning eyes stare at me with fear and I peer a little closer.
“Who are you?”
She spits blood from her mouth and her voice shakes as she whispers, “I want to speak to my lawyer.”
Damien coughs and Sergei smirks as I repeat, “Lawyer?”
She nods. “I get one phone call. That is who I will call.”
I peer a little closer and appear to have lost the power of speech because there aren’t many things that surprise me, but this has.
Damien shifts beside me and drags my attention back to business and I drop her hair and move away, saying angrily, “Someone clean this shit up.”
One of the guards rushes forward with a bucket and takes aim and I growl, “Not like that, you fucking moron. Get a cloth.”
My men are so used to dealing with scum they treat them accordingly and a bucket of water in the face is the only consideration I give to cleanliness. Not this time, though. Not a woman.
He returns with a cloth fresh from the packet and I grasp it from his hands, surprising myself.
As I dip it into the water, I snarl. “This is like ice. Fetch me warm water.”
Another guard heads my way with another bucket of warm water and as I drop the cloth into it, I squeeze it out and then prepare to reveal her face.
As I gently move the cloth across her features, her eyes stare into mine with unwavering curiosity. There is real fear behind those eyes and yet a spark of gratitude that is unusual to see. I don’t usually find that. It’s always fear and terror when people look at me, but this woman surprises me the more I reveal, and as I wipe away the blood, it unveils a masterpiece beneath the gruesome screen.
She feels so fragile in my hands. As if she will break and as I wipe the cloth across her lips, I can’t stop staring at them. They are full, plump, and soft and I have an irresistible urge to run my fingers over them, to delight in their soft appeal. She blinks and her eyes sparkle with unshed tears, and it only makes her appear more beautiful.
It’s as if time is standing still as I work like a painter revealing his greatest work and as the last drop of blood is removed, I hold an angel’s face in my hand.
Pure perfection.
CHAPTER 6
LILLI
What is happening? I am scared but fascinated at the same time.
When the hood was ripped from my head, I found the devil staring back at me.
This man tears away every thought and emotion from my body. He is something else, and I stare in surprise at someone I definitely wasn’t expecting.
He is beautiful.
His dark gray eyes are accentuated by the dark shadow on his jaw. His black hair is closely cropped and the ink on his chest is revealed by his open gray shirt. His biceps are protesting at being covered by the material and I’m guessing he keeps in shape more than most.
When he stared at me, I was mesmerized. Like a snake setting eyes on the charmer for the first time. I can’t look away. When he tore off my wig, I saw the surprise register in his eyes and curiosity pushed away astonishment.
Now, as he cleanses my skin with a surprisingly soft touch, I am trying so hard to resist the urge to press my cheek against his hand. It’s as if I’m an injured puppy he has rescued from the roadside and I am wagging my tail, forever devoted to him for his kindness.
I’m not even sure how long we stare into one another’s eyes before he drops his hand and steps away. The air between us disturbed and replaced with business.
