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Idiot.
“Men are breaching in three…two…” Anton smirks when we both hear the sound of broken glass and the pop of a smoke grenade bursting inside the house. A few shots are fired as we advance and then the back door of the house is swinging open.
“Drop the guns, Kalogeras,” I order him, my own gun trained on his chest. One wrong move and he will go down fast, before he can get a shot of his own off. Kalogeras stops a few feet away from us and drops the guns he’s holding in his hands, fear etched tightly across his face.
“They’ll kill me,” he mutters. “They’ll kill me.” He isn’t speaking to me, but to himself. He repeats the phrase repeatedly, his head shaking back and forth. Someone’s been testing the product.
A shot rings out as I take a step toward the disheveled man. The sound is similar to a firework bursting in the distance. The pop just before the fizzle of lights.
A sniper shot.
Anton’s at my back, pulling me to the ground, covering my body with his. He knows I fucking hate it when he does that. Motherfucker is just as important as I am.
“All clear,” one of my men calls a few moments later as he exits the house. I stand, shoving Anton away from me, looking at him askance. Fucker just smiles. Putting my gun back in its holster, I stroll up to Theo’s body. Whoever is behind that scope is no amateur. There is a bullet hole right between his eyes. And he’d been shaking his head.
That’s skill.
“Sergio is following the path. We’ll find out where the fucker built his nest,” Anton relays.
He’s referring to a sniper’s nest. The space they set up to take the shot. How long was he camped out before I brought him exactly what he wanted? A silent Kalogeras. Dead bitches can’t snitch.
“Fuck,” I curse. “Give me a sitrep.”
Voices sound off.
“We’re good, boss,” Anton says. “Cassian is hit in the shoulder. I’ll have the men take him to Doc to get looked at.”
I nod. “Make sure he gets a bonus.” I take care of my men and their families. Cassian put his life on the line for mine today and could have been killed for it. That is something I don’t take lightly. “Give him a trip to Vibrance if he wants one.”
The men around me chuckle as they haul Cassian to their SUV. He’s out of it, but not enough that he didn’t hear the offer I laid out on the table.
“Happy to oblige that trip boss,” he grins stupidly. “Happy to oblige.”
“Now what?” Anton asks.
Sighing I say, “Now we go dig through a dead man’s life.”
* * *
It’snear midnight when I return to the house. Opening the large wooden door, I step inside to the warm muted lights of the entry hall that are often kept lit for safety. Hanging my holster on the stand near the door, I slip out of my shoes and groan. Fuck, it feels good to be able to relax. I am not looking forward to another night spent in the guest room, but I can’t drag myself to sleep beside the raven-haired vixen currently locked in my room.
I’ve gone to such lengths to avoid her. Even going as far as to purchase new clothes instead of simply going to my closet. The temptation to take Vanya and ravage her is too great. That smart mouth of hers drives my cock fucking wild.
“Sir,” Anna, the keeper of the house, tentatively calls to me from the doorway of the kitchen as I pass by on my way to my office.
“Anna,” I chuckle lightly. “How many times have I told you to call me Adrian?”
The older housekeeper worries her bottom lip. It’s been something I’ve been working on with all the staff. My father was a great man, but he had exacting rules and regulations for his staff. Ones I did not particularly care for.
“Of course,” she hesitates before looking me in the eye. “Adrian.”
I smile gently at her. Anna has been with our family longer than any of the other staff. She started as a kitchen aide when my father first came to Vegas. Now she runs the entire house.
“What can I help you with?” I enquire. She seems reticent to speak her question.
“It’s about the girl—” she starts. My spine stiffens. Anna is well aware of what I do. What my family has done for generations, she’s never had any qualms before now. Then again, in all her years of service, no one has ever held a woman hostage before. At least, not in the house.
“What about her?” I ask, my voice sharper than I intend.
