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He shakes his head in disbelief. “Anyone ever tell you that you ask too many questions?”
I nod. “My mum. I drive her insane with questions. Have ever since I was a little girl.” I yawn and lie my head on the back of the couch. “Would you have to stop him, or would you get someone else to do it?”
He stares down at his drink. “I’d do it. I’d have to—it’s my role.”
“That would be pretty shitty for you both,” I surmise, “with you being friends.”
“The organisation comes first, over everything.”
“Even friends?”
He nods. “Especially friends.”
ANTON
It takes almost ten minutes from Piper downing the rest of her drink to her falling into a deep sleep. I thought she’d never stop talking. I prod her shoulder, smiling when she doesn’t react at all. I remove my jacket and place it over the back of the couch, and then scoop her sleeping form up into my arms and carry her to bed.
I carefully lay her on the king-sized bed and pull back the sheets. I take a step back. Her dress is beautiful, and she looked absolutely stunning this evening, but I’m pretty sure it isn’t comfortable enough to sleep in. I ponder it over for a second, and then I roll her onto her side and unzip the dress from the back. I gently tug it down her body, which isn’t easy now she’s passed out.
I fold the dress over the back of a nearby chair and glance over her body. Her matching black underwear clings to her tanned skin perfectly.
I go to the bathroom and wet a washcloth, returning to Piper and gently removing all traces of makeup from her face. She doesn’t need it, and as I wipe all traces of it away, I realise I prefer her without it.
Covering her over with the sheets, I place a gentle kiss to her forehead. I know she didn’t want to stay over, and she’ll be raging when she wakes to find herself here, but I had a score to settle with Hulk, and she’s the key to that. I open her bag and take out her mobile phone, using her finger to open the screen lock before leaving the room.
When I get into my office, I take her phone apart. I insert a tracking device into the back before putting it all back together and pulling up the tracking app on my own mobile. I make sure I can pick up her signal and smile when it beeps up on my app.Perfect.
Opening her messages, I see there’s one from Lucy asking how the date is going with the ‘scum bag’.I laugh to myself. Lucy doesn’t hide the fact she dislikes me, and I really don’t give a crap. Next is a message from Hulk. It’s a photo of Piper half-naked and smiling up at the camera. The text underneath reads,Remember this?I shake my head. From what Tag told me, he’s been treating her like shit for years, which means it’s going to be a walk in the park to put my plan into action.
There’s a knock on my office door. I glance at the camera and see that it’s Michael, so I buzz him in.
“Late night?” I smirk, looking over his blood-stained white shirt. He unbuttons it and rips it from his skin, then goes into the walk-in wardrobe and pulls out a new white shirt.
“Motherfucker bled like a figa.”
“Of course he bled like a pussy, that's exactly what he is.Was. Why didn’t you get one of the runners to do that shit?” I ask, pouring him a whiskey, and he takes it gratefully.
“It needed a personal touch. Badmouthing me is bad enough, but you . . .” He sighs. “Fucker needed to learn a lesson.” One of the soldiers has been getting too big for his boots and badmouthing the way we run things. We’ve made him very rich, letting him build up his own team of runners to sell our product, and it was insulting to know he wasn’t grateful.
I watch Michael drink his whiskey. His appearance is very clean cut. He likes to wear suits and expensive ties. His glasses and square jaw give him a model-yet-geeky appearance. You wouldn’t expect him to be a brutal, cold-hearted killer. “How did dinner go?”
I smile at the memory of the beautiful girl I have sleeping upstairs. “Good. I’ve laid the groundwork and now the families think I’m looking to settle down.”
Michael nods. “That’s good. And the girl is happy with your plan?”
“Not exactly.” I pour myself another drink and take a seat at my desk. “I haven’t spoken to her about it.”
Michael raises his eyebrows. “Okay,” he says slowly. “Any reason for that?”
I shake my head. “She isn’t exactly weak-willed. It’ll take some persuasive talk to get her to agree.”
Michael sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Why her?”
I laugh and shake my head. “You know I like a challenge, and besides, this is personal.”
“Because of the biker?”
“He’s been skimming money from me, Michael.” He knows this already, but he clearly needs a reminder.
