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It was some sort of self-defense mechanism invented by my brain to try to prevent the bulge in my pants from doing the thinking. It was obviously clouding my judgment and as a result, two minutes later I was searching through the drawers for Bea White’s file.
Not an impossible task since even before I finished my cigarette I was pulling out her address sheetthinking about how I was going to play things... The idea of using her on my mission allured me and repelled me at the same time. Sure, I was convinced she was desperate enough to fall into my trap. But I didn’t like the obsessive lust lurking in a deep corner of my mind, hiding so deeply that if I hadn’t focused on it, I wouldn’t have realized it was there.
My level of self-control was bulletproof most of the time. No room for errors. Despite that, I had a bad feeling about giving this girl even the slightest role in my life. I usually listened to my gut. It kept me out of trouble more times than I could remember, yet something was preventing me from listening to the voice of reason.
I blamed it on my dick, sometimes the damn thing has a mind of its own. Nothing I hadn’t handled before. But now it was like I was going rogue on myself, dismissing any kind of warning and plunging into the beginning of my downfall.
Someone should have warned me that meeting her could be compared with disaster striking my world.
And I was one phone call away from fucking up my entire existence. ‘Vanya, I need something from you....’- that’s how it all began. A favor turned into a life-changing event.
Vanya and I went way back, ever since her company used to play different favors for my father in return for unlimited protection on the streets.
When my pops passed away, I took the lead, keeping up the agreement. Crossing her meant crossing me, and just a few ever dared to venture into such dangerous waters.
I never actually needed anything from her until that day. Not that I could call this one a favor either. It was more like I was doing her a favor. She was searching for a new employee and I happened to know someone recentlyunemployed. It was that simple — or at least that was what I wanted Vanya to believe.
She had a special way of getting things done her way — either by contracts or subtle conditions, none of her employees ever divulged a single detail about her businesses. I had no idea what her impact was on those she worked with.
And I didn’t care.
All I wanted was for my mission to be classified the second it would end — that would be preferable without me having to kill the woman who would accompany me.
I just wished someone would have told me I would end up wanting to kill her myself.
Chapter 29
Vanya managed to get her job done. I wasn’t surprised about that since I was familiar with the woman’s cast iron ambition. At least she saved me the trouble of having to keep looking for someone I could use as a cover for my plan.
Just half an hour before getting things rolling, I was giving Vanya the instructions for the letter.
24 hour City break
$1500
Requirements: Bea
Now
I never could quite understand why Vanya didn’t just name the persons for The Pleasures. I guess it was part of The Pleasure Room magic, turning every single detail into perfection. It was fine by me, as long as everyone did their jobs right — and this particular job would be close to impossible to achieve.
I sent one of my trusted men to collect Bea. I needed to know she will be ready in time, even though I was the one leaving it as a last-moment call.
In fact, it wasn’t like that at all. I just didn’t want her sniffing around my business more than necessary, risking pushing me over the edge and sending a bullet between her eyes. It was every woman’s typical behavior to meddle, and it was certainly not the day for her to do that. My nerves were tensed to the edge — veins pumping, nostrils flaring as the thirst for revenge was controlling even the oxygen my lungs inhaled.
I needed to do something to calm down before anyone noticed, so leaving word with my club employees, I retreated for a few minutes to a relaxing room underground.
Pitch-black darkness, that’s how I got myself together each time I felt I was slipping too far away from reality.
The doctor said I suffered from anger management issues.
Who doesn’t these days anyway?
That made me a ticking time bomb. Except, I chose to be wise about it and take decisions only when I was sure I had full control over myself.
Bea being five minutes late didn’t help my condition. I expected thenowI stated in the contract would benow. Adding that to the maximum time it would take to get to the club, she was late. A fucking lousy start to such an important day.
I was just about to dial Erick’s number — the man I sent to get her, when I heard footsteps coming down the corridor.
