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You can’t kill a Vetrov, and certainly not on St Monarch’s grounds.
But there is another way I can retaliate.
Setting the gun down on the counter, I take the earmuffs off. When I turn around, I smile my most seductive smile. I lift a hand, and trailing my finger down his chest, I say, “It’s clear I have no idea how to handle a gun, but I’m a master at handlingweapons.” There’s so much innuendo in my voice he has to understand what I’m referring to.
Right before I reach his belt, Nikolai’s hand slaps over mine. His touch is biting as he pulls my finger away before he lets go with a shove.
He lowers his head until I can feel the danger emanating from him, then he growls, “Careful, little girl.”
Little girl, my left tit.
I take a step forward, and lifting my chin higher, I look him dead in the eyes as I say, “I have daddy issues. You calling me little girl only makes me want to call youdaddy.” I lift onto my tiptoes and let my breath fan over his jaw before I whisper, “Preferably while you’re fucking me.”
Slam. Dunk.
I swear his nostrils flare, and the color of his eyes threatens to turn pitch black.
Nikolai stares at me for a solid minute, and I’m not sure whether he’s thinking about fucking me or considering all the ways he could kill me.
Needing to win at least one fight after he handed my ass to me this morning, I pat his chest. “Good talk.” Moving around him, I walk away with every muscle in my body on guard. I wouldn’t put it past the man to attack me, and I know it’s stupid to push his buttons, but I can’t help it.
After all, a woman has to use whatever weapon she has in her arsenal, and seduction is mine.
Chapter 5
Nikolai
Daddy.
Jesus Christ.
The altercation with Abigail robbed me of a night’s sleep. I’ve never been that turned on in my entire life, and no woman on the face of this planet has ever annoyed me as much as Abigail Sartori.
Her seductive taunting had me jerking off four times, but none of the orgasms satisfied me.
Stalking into my uncle’s office like a bear with a sore tooth, I slump down in his chair and try to lose myself in work.
I check all the shipments are scheduled to arrive on time and the diamonds that are ready to be sold have all been authenticated by a high-end jeweler who’s deep in my pocket.
When I’m done taking care of my own business, I turn my attention to St. Monarch’s contracts.
There’s a new request for an open contract to assassinate some fucker in Guatemala. I send the request out to every assassin registered with St. Monarch’s before checking the currently active contracts.
My cousin has open contracts on the D’Angelo and Sartori families, which means anyone with a gun is looking to cash in by killing Aurora or Abigail.
It fucking sucks that the daughters have to pay for their fathers’ crimes, but that’s how our world works.
Just then, an encrypted message comes through on the system.
Contract 010603: Terminated.
I check the account holder and first verify the proof of death before I authorize the payment to be made to the assassin’s banking account.
“How are things in here?” Uncle Carson asks as he comes into his office.
“Renaldo Vero has been eliminated. I’ve verified the kill and authorized the payment.” Getting up from the chair, I add, “There’s a new contract. I’ve sent it out already.”
“Thanks, son.”
