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But the second thing is more worrisome—he might be sending someone in. Or did already? There is Port Mrei. We control it. Though we don’t allow visitors, they occasionally sneak back and forth into Ayana. And there are over two hundred personnel at the resort. It’s hard to hold a magnifying glass over every one of them.
I need to get my shit together and start doing more work.
“Ask your dad for details. Please, Amir.” I exhale loudly, not hiding my irritation. “There is too much nonsense going on already. A Russian mobster is the last thing we need here. No offense, your dad doesn’t need problems on his side either. He is a board member. If Tsariuk takes special interest in this island, it will be everyone’s problem. God forbid we did miss something, and she is here…” I let silence hang in the air.
“Right.” Amir is not a talker.
This should be more of a concern than Butcher and his gang. The recent surveillance disruption suddenly takes on a totally new meaning. Marlow needs to step it up.
“Listen,” I say. “Cocky guys like Tsariuk always have a plan. And he might just spill some curious details. So ask your father for more info.”
As soon as I hang up, my phone rings again, making me growl in annoyance.
Marlow’s name lights up on the screen. It might be about Droga. “Yeah,” I exhale into the phone.
“The entertainment is here,” he says, and I close my eyes, wanting a day of peace for once.
That’s right. The escorts arrived earlier this morning. Now they are on their way to the resort and the villa assigned to them.
I should just ditch the party, let the boys have fun. This was planned a month ago. But so much has changed in a month that I don’t care for it anymore. Or maybe I should fuck all this nonsense out of my system with some long-legged, full-lipped, naughty hooker. God knows, I need my cock sucked. It’s been a while.
“Take care of them,” I tell Marlow. “The guys have been waiting. The DJ is already in the guest villa. Get them whatever they need, send the bartender—all that happy horse shit. Eight o’clock my place. Bring Axavier, some top girls—you know my taste.”
Fuck it. I need some distraction.
But Marlow hasn’t mentioned Droga yet.
“What about our fugitives?” I ask.
The word makes me smile, which hurts too.
“Archer, they need to rest. Droga’s been through hell and back.”
I know that. “Don’t fucking preach to me, Marlow. How are the prisoners?”
“Fine. How do you want them to be?”
I hear his hostility. He and Ty must’ve been rubbing shoulders in the last twenty-four hours.
“Send them booze and steaks,” I say with a smirk. I’ll bribe them with food. I’ll spoil them. To prove my point—they should be on this side of the island and re-assessing their loyalties. Kissing my ass is a plus.
Marlow is quiet on the other end for a moment. “How long are you keeping them?” he finally asks.
“However long is needed. I should make them work to pay off the tower they burned.”
Marlow is quiet again. He is sulking. “Katura wants a word with you,” he says after a pause.
The wild thing. I could’ve made her my toy for tonight. But then she might become useful on the island, and I’ll have to see her face every day.
“I am busy,” I say. “See you later at the party at my place.”
I hang up and cough—it doesn’t feel as painful anymore. Good. The pills are working.
I get up with a grunt and walk to the desk. Another pain killer, and I will fly in an hour or so. I haven’t had any food since yesterday, so the pills and booze will do a stellar job.
Fuck office work today.
I deserve a day off in three months and a decent blowjob.
