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Nora and I let out girlish squeals of happiness before hugging Alexei at the same time.
I’m honestly a little surprised that he agreed.
I need it. I wish he would let me stay here until I feel a little more collected. He probably would if I actually asked him, but my own place isn’t a bad thing either. I’m grateful to have something to do, I certainly need the distraction at a time like this. I want to be useful. Anything to keep me from thinking about my mother… or the other nightmare I experienced today.
CHAPTER FOUR
LUCA
Spain target. A.k.a. Katerina Levine, sister to Alexei Levine, white blonde hair, green eyes, 5’8 with legs that won’t quit and an ass for days. Bisexual, with a wild streak that can border on unpredictable.
I’ve certainly been tasked to watch less appealing targets in my life.
In another life, she would be exactly my type.
My clan has kept a dossier on the Levine family over the last however many years it has now been that they have been at war with my father. I’m sure that the list they have on me is twice as long and just as detailed. Hell, my rap sheet alone is as long as my arm. And that’s only the things that areknown.
My men have been collecting recent pictures of her since she’s returned to the States again, trying to triangulate her location and working on monitoring her moves. The fact that she came in on a commercial flight tells me that it was not her brother who summoned her back home. The man who tried and failed to eliminate her must have spooked her enough to be willing to risk skipping the private plane entirely.
In my line of work, I’ve done more than my fair share of terrible things. Murder is not going to be a new addition to my list of crimes - but her? This isn’t one that I’m going to enjoy. I can’t exactly be open about my feelings either. Going against my father’s wishes is just as likely to get me killed as anything. Blood will mean nothing to Enzo if he feels that he’s being disrespected.
Everything that we have learned about her whereabouts seems to point to this location being the only place she’s been allowed to go since arriving back stateside. Which is exactly how I’ve found myself sitting behind the tinted safety windows of my black Rolls Royce outside of Katya’s brother’s club. I know she’s crashing with her brother, but she’s going to come check in on her old stomping grounds as soon as the cabin fever hits. Reckless? Or just plain stupid? I would have assumed that her brother was keeping a much, much tighter lease on her given that she just survived an assassination request. But our records show that she has never been able to stay put for any length of time, so I just have to be more patient than she is. Shouldn’t be too hard Certainly less, if she’s willing to do half of my job for me by putting herself into harm’s way.
The woman that she’s been spending most of her time with is allegedly named Marci. She’s older than Katya by a few years and works at one of Alexei’s clubs as a veteran dancer. Been there for years. If I wouldn’t be attacked on sight I would be waiting inside of the club. But it's a rival territory. Technically, I shouldn’t even be sitting here right now. One of the biggest moves made yet in this war is when either party cross the territory lines. Even Enzo hasn’t done it more than a few times.
Dario is working on getting a reliable schedule on Katya established, so that I can get this over and done with.
He’s been texting me a steady stream of updates about her all day long. She’s been shockingly easy to find information on. Her social media has a lot more on it than it should, but it has yet to be useful to me. Though, I did rather enjoy the pictures of her in bikini from her various vacations.
I just need to get her alone.
I don’t love the idea of being the man who nabs the girl on her way out of the club like a common trafficker, but if that is how I’m going to get this done as quickly as possible, then I’m going to do that.
I run over the latest texts from Dario, tracking the arrival of Katya’s car as she is escorted to the club. I snap a picture for myself as evidence and flip to the picture of Marci, her friend. Stunning, of course, so it makes sense that she has been living this life for as long as she has. Likely pulls a good profit with her midnight skin. Tall, long braids in the picture that fall likea curtain to her waist with small gold embellishments clamped over them sporadically.
Makes me wonder if perhaps she might be Katya’s new flavor of the week.
It’s impossible not to follow that train of thought to its logical conclusion - two very stunning women working an entirely different sort of pole. I can’t stop the image from twisting, full thick lips working in tandem with another until my skin is stained with the red shade of lipstick that Katya likes to wear in every picture that I've seen of her yet.
In less than a moment, the ebony skinned woman fades out of existence and a pair of striking forest green eyes are looking up at me through thick black lashes. Of course, there’s an appeal to thinking about Katya in tandem with whatever girlfriend that she might have at the moment - but the real appeal is Katya herself with that wicked grin and her sinful hips.
Oh, the things that I would do to her if given the chance.
My phone vibrates again and I get the alert from Dario that my father is summoning me home.
Can’t even bother to summon me himself? No, of course not. He would much rather have me summoned like a common dog.
I groan and rake my hand down my face before putting my car back into drive.
This entire mission is a waste of perfect lips.
As if my thoughts summoned her right out of thin air, the full, round hips sway right past my car and jog across the street in high heels that perfectly accentuate her ass, and a dress so tight that it could be a second skin. Right on time. In any other circumstance, I would love to go in there and join her under a fake name. See what kind of trouble the pair of us could get into in the privacy of a darkened club before I have to do what I must.
But, for now, I have to hope that my massively uncomfortable erection is gone before I reach my father’s house to report.
I already know what Enzo’s going to say before I reach the office.
The fact that days have passed since the last time we spoke and there have been no productive updates infuriates him. Anything that’s not him getting his way instantly infuriates him. Double when it involves me. He’s always been more of a ‘when I say jump, you say how high’ sort of father.
