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“You keep forgetting I have eyes on you at all times,” he retorted, drinking his third glass of wine since dinner had begun.
“Damn, I thought I lost them. I’m losing my touch,” I muttered under my breath, yet loud enough for Dominik to hear.
He chuckled and shook his head.
“So what do you want me to do?” I asked.
“Find out from Davorin who the contractor is.”
I leaned back in my chair, folded my arms in front of my chest, and grinned. “No.”
“What do you mean no?” Viktor had raised his voice, but it only took a glare from Dominik to calm him down. He was afraid of him and that was amusing to watch.
“I mean, there isn’t anything in it for me really.”
Aleksei was silent. I wasn’t one to be bribed easily, but he knew exactly what I wanted.
“If you do this, I’ll free you. You’ll be free to go wherever you want, do whatever you want, and you’ll never be forced to do anything for this family again.”
Viktor slammed his fist against the table, ready to protest. But before he could stand up, Aleksei had his hand on Viktor’s shoulder, daring him to voice his rage.
It sounded too good to be true, because it wasn’t as easy as he’d made it seem. Aleksei would never allow it, not as long as our father was alive, so he was silently giving me the green light to kill him. However, it had to be done in a way that wouldn’t implicate him, and that would be difficult.
I glanced over at Dominik, and he smiled. “I give you my word.”
Dominik’s word was the push I needed. He would never allow Aleksei to fuck me over, and giving his word meant he knew exactly what I wanted to do; that he was giving me his support.
I sighed. “What do I need to do?”
“I’ll arrange a meeting with him. You’ll go in my stead and get the answers from him. If necessary, offer him a bigger price to sell out his contractor.”
I paused to think about it, and the more I calculated the possible outcomes, the more alluring it felt to accept the offer, though watching Aleksei’s Adam’s apple bob up and down was entertaining enough.
“Fine. I’ll do it. Set a time and place.”
D A V O R I N
BLOOD splattered on the concrete wall, and the man let out a piercing scream as he clutched the wound on his stomach. It didn’t take long for his hands to become completely covered in blood. He fell to his knees, cussing and muttering something incoherent.
“You need to start talking, because the next few bullets will go through your hands, legs, and dick, and that’s a messy kill. Too messy, even for me.”
His eyes widened slightly, fear consuming him. This was what happened to people like him who only wanted a slight taste of what this life had to offer—when the aftertaste turned sour, they all wanted out.
Michael Russell, a middle-aged man, bald, and now missing two teeth. He had a wife and two high-school kids at home. Recently, after he’d gone bankrupt because his mistress wanted real diamonds, he’d found a way to make a lot of money, without his wife suspecting a thing.
Spoiler alert: it was illegal.
He started working for my client shortly after that, and for a while everything was going well. He was getting the drugs from his boss, selling them at an arranged price, and getting a hefty cut from it. However, once he got too cocky and started taking money under the table, it had all gone wrong.
“Who did you give the drugs to?” I repeated. I wouldn’t ask a third time.
“I swear, I don’t know his name,” he uttered pathetically, clutching his wound as if it was going to help. It wasn’t—it was only a matter of time before he bled out and died like the rat he was.
“Now, why don’t I believe you?” I found his fear rather amusing. Although it was too late in the night, it was worth it—not because of the money I’d receive as soon as I sent proof that Michael being dead, but because the feeling of power that had consumed me was too great.
I was many things, but a coward wasn’t one of them. Once I caught the motherfucker, I’d given him the spare gun I kept with me. To offer him better odds, I’d even let him have a minute’s head start.
It was irrelevant. He could’ve run to Mars and I would’ve caught him easily. I had no issue fighting men with honor; however, this bastard was at the bottom of the chain. A cheater with a mistress who was the same age as his daughter. He had no loyalty.
