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A full information form came up, including a name; Asterion Dys. Something scratched at her subconscious like she was sure she'd heard the name before but couldn't remember where.
"Have you been a naughty boy, Asterion? Oh my…it looks like it."
Ariadne read through each file carefully. She had to hand it to Pithos. They were thorough. They'd even noted down his weekly schedule and who his closest bodyguards and staff were.
According to Pithos, Asterion Dys was the owner of a nightclub in the Diogenes, and some type of illegal, gladiatorial fighting pit underneath it. It was a place that people died to entertain the rich, and millions were laundered through it every year to the benefit of Styx's worst criminals.
The cops couldn't touch Asterion because not only did he maintain relationships with some of Greece's most powerful people, but Hades fucking Acheron owned shares in the whole operation.
Thatmade Ariadne pause. She'd killed mob bosses, politician's and other high profile people before, but she'd have to be stupid to want to fuck with one of Hades's friends or members of his inner circle.
Besides, if Pithos had all of this on Asterion, why did they need her to kill him? Why not do the job themselves? Ariadne gnawed on her bottom lip as she thought about how she could do it.
Asterion looked like a big fit guy, so he'd be a fighter. It would make him hard for her to take down without the help of a sedative that she'd have to get him to ingest. That isifshe could get past his bodyguards first who all had the look of ex-military or organized crime about them.
The only time someone like Asterion would be alone was in bed. Just the thought of it filled Ariadne with tense excitement. It would be a nice change to try to seduce someone who was that good looking.
Easy girl, you'd still have to kill him, remember?
Five million drachmae was a lot of money to pass up. She'd been through all the files, and she'd found nothing that would be useful against Minos. If she took the job and Pithos only had money to give, she'd use up that five million just trying to hide from Minos's wrath.
Ariadne woke at dawn, as the cell phone started to ring. She'd fallen asleep at the table, still reading.
"Spindle, what is your decision?" the voice demanded.
"I don't see anything on this laptop about Minos, so this job isn't worth the risk to me," she replied, stifling her yawn.
"Look again," said the voice. Ariadne moved the mouse, so the screen lit up, and sure enough, there was a new folder.
"How are you doing this?" she demanded. The laptop wasn't connected to the internet. She wasn't sure this part of Hellas could even support the network.
"Howdoesn't matter. That folder is only a small part of what we have hacked off Minos's laptop. You'll get the rest when the job is done."
Ariadne opened the file, and her jaw dropped open. Client names, targets, successful hits, ongoing bribes. She already had enough to burn Minos, but not enough to destroy him.
Feeling as if she could see the first glimpse of her freedom in years, Ariadne whispered, "I'll do it."
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