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“Now, you’re getting it, mate.”
“Fuck you,” he growls and hangs up as I chuckle.
He is a one-of-a-kind, and I’m lucky to have him. I know that. He knows that, and I will compensate him accordingly once Dante leads me to the Don so I can cut out his still beating heart, burn it in front of his eyes before I shoot him in the head and take over this whole fucking Society showing everyone how this game is really played. He can think he took everything from me, but he will soon find out what it means to be left empty-handed.
“Hmm. Maybe I’ll cut his hands off as well.”
Huffing when the phone rings for a third time, I ignore it and lower the binoculars in annoyance. This is becoming extremely tedious. I’m not suited to all this waiting around. Patience never was my strong suit, but playing the long game has forced me to sit idle for quite some time. I didn’t think it would take this long, though. The only conclusion I can draw is that Dante has no clue where the Don is. That opens up a whole other case that needs unpacking, but I guess they have parted ways, and it’s no secret that our illustrious leader has gone underground in the last few years. Apparently more underground than I gave him credit for.
As I sit there, lost in thought, my phone rings again. This time, I answer it right away.
“Sebastian,” a low, gravelly voice says on the other end.
“Who is this?” I ask, my grip tightening on the binoculars as I don't recognise the voice.
“It doesn’t matter who I am. What matters is that you stop looking for the Don. Consider this a warning, Sebastian. There are things you do not understand, things you cannot comprehend. If you continue down this path, the consequences will be severe.”
I scoff. “Is that a threat?”
“It’s a warning,” the voice repeats.
“Well, whoever you are, tell your boss I’m not one to be threatened. I’ll find him, eventually.”
There’s a pause on the other end of the line before the voice speaks again. “Very well. The Society has eyes and ears everywhere. Watch your back, Sebastian.”
And with that, the line goes dead. I stare at the phone for a moment before chuckling to myself. This mystery caller must not know who they’re dealing with. If anything, that warning has only made me more determined to find the Don and take over this whole damn Society.
But first, I have a cheating husband to deal with. As much as I enjoy taking out high-level targets, sometimes it’s nice to have an easy job.
Scrolling through my phone for the details my partner sent me, I see it's simple enough. He supposedly meets his mistress at a hotel in the city. I need to scope out the place, find a location where I can set up and disappear without a trace after.
But as I sit there for a moment, contemplating my next move, a part of me wants to jump straight into action and take out the new target, but another part of me wants to wait and see if Dante makes any moves. Finding the Don is my top priority, despite this insidious warning, but I know taking out the cheating husband will give me a much-needed adrenaline rush. However, going in without doing any recon is a rookie mistake, and I'm anything but that.
“Head to the Lowcroft Hotel in SW6,” I say to my driver.
He nods but doesn't say a word. He is paid exceptionally well to not speak and to not hear anything. Trust is a hard issue to deal with in this business, in this world, but sometimes you just have to roll the dice and hope it doesn't come back to bite you in the arse.
11
GIDEON
Rolling my shoulders as I make my way across the entrance hall from the pool room to my office, my towel draped around my waist, I groan softly. I pushed myself too hard, and I’ll pay for it later.
Crossing over to stand in front of the fire as I warm up, I know I should get upstairs and get dressed, but I really can’t be bothered right now. I know Sophia left early this morning. We were both too stubborn to say goodbye, but mostly, I’m still shocked she went.
My head snaps to the side when I hear a noise coming from the entrance hall.
Crossing over to my desk, I pull out the handgun from the clip underneath and stroll silently in my bare feet to the office door. Peering out, I don’t see anyone, but I know I heard something.
Moving cautiously, I make my way to the kitchen door, following my instincts. Shoving the door open, I see a blonde woman peering into the fridge.
She looks up in surprise, and then her eyes widen as she sees the gun levelled at her head.
“Who the fuck are you?” I growl, but there is no need for a reply. I know already, and I’m so fucking furious with Sophia, it blurs my vision momentarily.
Isla Harding steps back and sticks her hands up like she’s under arrest, her face ashen.
“Your sister hired me. I’m Isla Harding.”
