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DANIIL
Kings of Sydney, 1
Khloe Wren
Copyright © 2017
Chapter One
Daniil strolled through the Bondi Markets with his relaxed façade firmly in place, despite the fact he was anything but. Even though it was Sunday, he was working. Just like all these stall holders around him. Although, he was actually earning enough to warrant him leaving his home. He glanced at the cheap jewelry on the table he was passing. He couldn't work out how some of these people made any money at all. So many stores selling the same shit, and there were only so many tourists to go around. With a mental shrug, he kept moving, gaze roaming as he looked for his target.
As he strode past a clothing stall, he caught his reflection and winced. Fuck, he was such a cliché. Wearing black tailored dress pants together with a black button up shirt, he looked like what he was, a Russian mercenary. He didn’t have a tie on. He rarely did. He hated how they made him feel like he was choking. Of course, if the job called for it, he'd throw one on, but only if he had to.
As the day was warm, he’d rolled the sleeves part way up his forearms. That meant some of the tattoos that covered his arms were visible. Unlike his arms and chest, his hands were ink free. He'd often thought about adding ink to them but figured it would limit his ability to stay hidden in plain sight. It was simple enough to wear dark glasses and a long sleeve shirt, and no one thought anything of him. No one remembered what he looked like, because he looked like so many other men. Add in his blue eyes and the ink, he became memorable. His job was so much easier when he wasn’t forced to pay off, or blackmail, cops that ended up with an accurate description of him.
Stepping around the end of a lane, he caught sight of his target. Stupid bastard was strolling around like he owned the joint. No way did that piece of shit realize what was about to happen to him. That made Daniil grin. He loved what he did. Especially jobs like this one. Taking out a man who was so convinced he’d made himself invincible enough to get away with whatever bullshit he wanted to pull.
Over the years, Daniil had discovered very few men were truly invincible. Most men had a weakness, like this asshole Daniil was currently trailing. The man’s wife and son were with him, the woman stopping to look at trinkets as they moved along. While she was looking down, he was checking out the legs on the young woman running the store. Daniil rolled his eyes. He never could believe how many men would settle down and get married, only to sleep around on their wife. Daniil had zero interest in getting married or having a family. That would give him way too much to lose. It would also stop him from being able to simply fuck whoever caught his eye, and move on. He never slept with his lovers, he never brought them to his home, and he never, ever fucked a woman twice.
In the week Daniil had been studying this particular target, he'd learned the asshole had several mistresses. Hell, Daniil was doing the wife a favor by taking him out. Maybe he should contact her, see if she'd pay him as well as the original client? He shook his head and moved away from them. He didn't need his target to see him, at least not yet. He had a plan forming in his mind on how to get this one to play out. Because rarely was a job simply about killing. No, most clients wanted something. Money, information … always something. This was no different. And the way the target kept his palm wrapped around his young son's shoulder, made it perfectly clear what, or rather who, Daniil needed to use to get what the client required from this target.
Daniil had worked long and hard to gain his reputation, both in his legitimate business dealings and his illegal ones. When it came to his dirtier work, like this current job, he was known as the soulless one. He would, and did, just about anything for money. There were very few things that he wouldn't do. One of those things was hurting an innocent. So, even though he intended to use the boy against his father, he wouldn't hurt one hair on the lad's head. Nope, he was confident he could make the target believe he intended to hurt the child. Because even though he’d never hurt an innocent child or woman, he’d cultivated enough rumors about himself that others didn’t know he had that rule. So, he hoped the threat of harm to his son would be enough. If not, he would indeed kidnap the boy, but he wouldn't be hurt.
A stall caught Daniil’s eye, and he stopped to take a better look. The photography was stunning. Both black-and-whites and colored images from around Bondi and Sydney all neatly showcased in professional looking black frames. One in particular caught his attention. It was of an old warehouse a few suburbs away. His head nodded as his plan formed in his mind. After he delivered the threat to the son, and got the information his client required, he would grab his target as he left for work in the morning. Take him to that abandoned warehouse to finish the job. It wouldn't be the first time he'd used it for this purpose.
"Morning. I love that shot. Totally found that place by accident when I caught the wrong bus a few weeks ago."
A shiver ran down his spine at the sound of her sweet voice. It had been a long time since he'd felt anything more than passing lust for a beautiful woman, and he’d certainly never reacted to the mere sound of a woman’s voice. His strange reaction had him curious about whoever had spoken. Plastering on a smile, he turned to face the owner of the voice. Once he caught sight of her, his smile turned genuine. She was stunning. Her hair was a shockingly bright mix of blue and purple, which surprisingly looked good on her. She was shorter than he was, and he guessed her to be about five-foot six. Because God was good, he got an excellent view of her toned and lean body, as all she wore was a bikini top under a thin jacket that she’d pushed the sleeves up of. Her skin was tanned and ink free. The bright blue color of her bikini drew his eye to her breasts. They looked lush and natural. His fingers actually twitched with his desire to touch her.
Clearing his throat, he reached up to take his dark sunglasses off, grateful the dark lenses had prevented her from catching him checking her out just now.
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Juli nearly swallowed her tongue. Holy smoke, this dude was hot. Scary as fuck. But still, hot as hell.
"And what was such a beauty as yourself doing alone on the bus?"
