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Target eliminated.
I quickly tuck the device back into my pocket, and gathering my weapons, I run to the edge of the roof and take the fire escape down to the ground.
With a weapon in each hand, I’m on guard for stragglers as I make my way to the side entrance.
I make it safely to the G-Wagon and load the weapons into the compartment beneath the backseat before I climb behind the steering wheel.
As I drive away, I let out a breath of relief and check my phone.
There are two messages.
The one from St. Monarch’s verifies the hit and states the funds have been transferred to my account.
Two point five million.
The other text is from Viktor.
I heard the news. So this is what you’re up to when I’m away?
I type out a reply, then chuckle as I press send.
Needing to let off some steam and just taking care of the problem to ensure your safety, boss.
A second later, he responds.
Thank you, Alek. I’ll double the payment as reward that you took the initiative to get the job done.
With a massive grin on my face, I drive back to the estate so I can get two hours’ sleep before the big day with my family.
Dressed in a suit, I drive to the bookstore to pick up Vincent.
My heart is beating overtime at the thought of taking my son to buy his first suit. I just hope his will be more comfortable than mine. It’s taking some time to get used to the formal clothes after wearing combat uniforms for three years.
When I stop the G-Wagon near the store, I check the area, and when I don’t see Peter, I hurry out of the vehicle and run toward the entrance.
I slam the door open, and when I see Peter sitting in the corner with a cup of coffee, I let out a breath of relief.
He jumps to his feet and explains, “Everleigh forced me to come inside, Sir. She wouldn’t hear otherwise.”
I let out a chuckle and gesture for him to relax.
Everleigh comes out of a row of shelves, and when she sees me, a beautiful smile spreads over her face.
She’s wearing a light pink dress, and her hair is in a braid.
Christ, I’ll never get used to how beautiful she is.
“Vincent is excited. He hasn’t stopped asking when you’re coming to pick him up,” she says, but before she can head to the back, I grab hold of her wrist.
When I tug her closer to me, her eyes widen slightly, and her lips part.
“Morning,moya malen'kaya lyubov',” I murmur before I lean down to press a kiss to her cheek.
It’s taking more strength than I have to not kiss the ever-loving shit out of her. Every ounce of my being needs to become one with this woman.
Letting out a deep breath, I pull back to lock eyes with her. There’s a flush of pink on her cheeks, and her pupils are dilated.
I can see she wants me, but still, she’s adamant to keep me at a distance. It’s frustrating as fuck.
