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CHAPTER32
RUSLAN
The governor jerks his chin in my direction as he walks past me and toward his waiting room. He is now a paying member of my club and I’m perfectly fucking fine with that shit. It is not a bad thing to have the governor of your state as a customer, ever.
Ion is standing next to me, apparently today is bring your future brother-in-law to work day. “This shit is amazing,” he mutters next to me.
“Can you forget these are prostitutes and do your job?” I ask without looking at him.
I’m still clocking the gov as he makes his way to his waiting room. Polina greets him with a smile and opens the door for him to slip inside. The girl that waits for him, that’s waited for him weekly, is the one that he requested, the virgin.
I thought he just wanted to fuck virgins and that when he asked for a membership that I would be consistently having to find virgins for him, but it seems that’s not the case. Now I’m wondering if he just wanted his own woman, a woman that nobody else has touched. He’s also demanded, and paid for, exclusivity for her.
It’s a very interesting situation, but I don’t mind it at all, mainly because it puts the governor in my fucking pocket.
Ion chuckles next to me as the governor slips into the room. “I can. It’s aBykijob and I have to prove myself. I’m okay with that.”
“Good,” I say with a nod of my head. “That room that was just occupied. That is your station tonight. The man inside is the governor of the state of California. Polina will tell you if there’s an issue, there shouldn’t be. Just stand outside and make sure nobody tries to get in there.”
Ion nods his head and turns in the direction of the room. He does as I instruct, and I watch him take his post. I like the kid, so far. It seems as if he was just another innocent party to the parents’ bullshit.
Polina makes her way toward me, to show me her clipboard for the night. I look over everything, approve and give it back to her with a smile and a nod. Then, I take myself into my office. Sinking down in my chair, I let out a sigh as I turn my computer on.
Paperwork is not my favorite part of the job, but I like to get it done while I’m here so that I have more time during the week with Isabel. Zinaida has already input her part of the job here, and I start to go over her books when my phone rings.
Sliding my thumb across the screen, I lift it to my ear and don’t even get a chance to let out a greeting.
“Rostam is on his way up and he is pissed off,” a voice says. I can’t tell which man this is, but I know it’s one of the men who is at the door tonight.
“Thank you,” I say as I open my desk drawer and take my gun out, then get it ready, because if Rostam is pissed that means he could come with firepower, and I am not going to die at this asshole’s hand.
“You killed my wife,” he barks as the door flies open.
Arching a brow, I lift my gun and point it at him. I don’t even look to see if he has one as well. I honestly don’t give a fuck. I’ll kill him whether he’s armed or not. I am just about sick of his shit. I’ll just deal with Osip being angry with me later.
“I didn’t kill her,” I simply state.
“One of your men did,” he says on a growl.
Lifting my hand, I motion for him to come into the room, though I don’t drop my gun at all. I keep it comfortably pointed in his direction, ready to shoot at any goddamn second. He is angry, he’s seeing red, but I can understand that because his wife is dead.
“Did they?” I ask. “Maybe this is something you should be bringing up to Osip. I have no control over who lives and dies. I’m nothing but a soldier with a fancy title, you know this.”
He shakes his head, lifting his hand, I watch as it trembles, and he slides it through his hair. “That’s all I can think of. She hasn’t come home. My second wife said she was in search of Isabel and the people who agreed to take my daughter. She was angry. I can only imagine she found Isabel and you killed her.”
I could tell him exactly what happened, but I’m not a fool. He may seem reasonable right now, but I know how I would feel. No way would I be reasonable if I heard about anyone killing Isabel. Even if it was my fault or hers. No matter whose fault it was, I would be fucking pissed and kill the first person in sight. Which right now, is me to him.
“Don’t know anything about your wives, and Isabel is safe at home under guard, So I’m not sure what happened to your wife, but it wasn’t by me or Isabel.”
“She hasn’t been home for weeks, not weeks and I can’t imagine anything else having happened to her.”
Fuck.
Now I’m going to have to counsel this motherfucker, and I know exactly what happened to his goddamn wife. Sucking in a breath, I start to say something, but decide against it. I’m not his fucking counselor and he’s not my friend. I don’t even like his guy and if it wasn’t for him, Isabel wouldn’t have been beaten to fuck by Azar.
Sofuckhim.
“It wasn’t me. It wasn’t Isabel. I’m sorry, but I don’t know where she is, or even who she is.”
