Instead of howling like most men would do, he gritted his teeth and came out swinging with his other arm. I was shocked at his fluidity as he jumped off the bed.
Kirill knew what to do, grabbing the girl off the bed, along with her robe and escorting her from the room. All without a single scream erupting from her throat.
I smashed my weapon against his head, pitching him to the side. When he was down, I grabbed the rope I’d brought with me from my pocket. He put up a valiant fight, managing to punch me in the eye.
But I’d waited for far too long, keeping my muscles toned for him to get the better of me. Seconds later, I had the rope wound around his neck and dragged him onto the bed. From there, Kirill took the two ends of the thick rope from my hand while I straddled his legs, pulling a knife from my pocket. What a shame it wasn’t the knife my lovely Rafaela had given me.
He had the courage or maybe the nerve to grin, acting like he wasn’t bothered at all he was lying naked on a bed with the blade of a knife positioned precariously by his dick.
“The Ghost. I don’t think I need to waste but so much time explaining how your counterpart died. So let’s be frank with each other.”
“I believe you’re the ghost from what I’ve heard through the grapevine.”
“Perhaps you’re right,” I answered, lifting my gaze briefly to Kirill. The man was in his element. “Now, who are you working for?”
“As you can see, I’m not working at all.”
I took a deep whiff of the perfume lingering in the room, the scent reminding me of the fragrance Rafaela had taken to wearing. “As you might imagine, I’m not interested in wasting time. I’m aware of the identity of your mark. What were you doing with her?”
“My client prefers anonymity.”
I bet he did. While I could literally go for the jugular, I decided on allowing Kirill to take out some of his aggressions. With a single nod, he tied the ends to the mattress frame, not bothering to see if it was too tight. I tossed him my knife, grinning as I did. He knew what to do. This was nothing but a rekindling of old times.
The Ghost’s chest rose and fell, but he shook his head until Kirill moved the knife toward a sensitive area.
His dick.
When his eyes opened wide, I had a feeling he was about to talk. It took the point of the blade being driven against his flaccid flesh to yelp. “Stop. Just fucking stop. I’ll tell you what I know.”
I climbed off the bed, staring at him while I rubbed my jaw. “Fine. One chance. Did the Italians hire you?”
He was shaking, staring up at Kirill. “No, the Russians.”
Russians. Alright. There were enough Russian factions that anyone might want her.
“For an alliance with the Italians?”
“I… I think so. I don’t ask too many questions.”
“But you were to bring her to someone alive,” I continued.
“Yes.”
“Where inside Russia?”
Kirill offered incentive of his own, twisting the rope until he began to turn blue.
“That’s enough, Kirill.” For now.
My commander appeared disappointed.
“I don’t know. They’d only provide the information after proof of life.”
“Why do they want her?”
“Information. She has to know something but I don’t know what. That’s not for me to know.”
In our world, the less known the better. You didn’t show your hand to those not on your team. However, now this was getting interesting. “Do you have their phone number?”
