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“It will be taken care of,” Henrik promised. Christian took the betrayal and death of his niece better than expected. It could have been a cloud of smoke, or it could have been true relief the woman was gone.
“Thank you.” Christian inclined his head, then took his leave. The door closed softly behind him, sending Henrik’s office into full silence—a sound he hadn’t enjoyed since his morning run.
It was short lived, however. Oliver stepped inside, curiosity wrinkling his brow. “So?”
“So.” Henrik clapped his hands. “It’s done. Did his shipment move through yet?”
“Yeah. The women have been put in the barracks on the east side of the property. The handlers are due to arrive in the morning. They’ll be gone by the afternoon,” Oliver assured.
The Network was made up of over twenty different families. Some transported drugs, some cleaned cash, but they all dealt in flesh. Every family was afforded the protection of the Network, mostly provided by Henrik and his men, for a small fee paid to the owners, Jackson and his brother, Haden. The men all made their millions while Henrik kept the law at bay and squashed the skirmishes between the families. It was an easy setup, and fucking hell, the pay was good.
“And the girl upstairs?” Oliver asked.
“Get the room clean. Her body can go in the incinerator. He doesn’t want her.” Henrik looked at his watch. “My father should be here soon. I’m going to change.”
“What do you suppose your stepmother wants? She never comes without an agenda.” Oliver followed behind Hendrik.
Hera would have a task for him, of that Henrik was positive. And whatever it was, it was going to set his anger ablaze. Just looking at the woman soured his mood. But for the love of his father, he’d keep himself in check.
“Whatever she wants will be dealt with. As always.” Henrik stopped at the foot of the stairs. “Creon took the death of his niece easily. Even knowing I fucked her before I snapped that little neck of hers.”
Oliver’s eyes widened. “You can’t keep away from the fire, can you?”
Henrik slapped him on the back. “The deal was McKinnly. Fucking Henrietta was payment for dealing with her.”
“I hope you’re right about him taking it well.”
“I didn’t say he took it well. I said he took it easily. Just to be sure he’s not secretly mourning the loss, I want a guard at the gates tonight, and another in the security room here at the house.”
“I’ll get it done.” Oliver, Henrik’s top man and closest friend, never let him down.
Henrik made his way up the staircase. A few more hours and he could get his ass into bed. It would be a short night, but the headaches of today would be in the past.
“Henrik, they just pulled up.” Oliver’s voice carried up the stairs, smacking Henrik in the back. Fuck.
He was going to have to greet his father and stepmother with the smell of pussy still lingering in his beard.
