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"Sure," said Ariadne.
Ten minutes later, Dimmi's curves appeared out the back door of the van, and she sauntered over to the plastic table Ariadne sat at. Dressed in a leopard print dress with her curling black hair pinned up in a perfect sex kitten look, Ariadne knew most of Dimmi's customers weren't interested in her cooking.
"Here you go; veggie kebab with extra hot sauce. You look like you need it."
"Thanks a lot," said Ariadne, with a roll of her eyes.
"I'm serious. Do youeversleep?" Dimmi lit a cigarette and eyed her critically.
"Not well," Ariadne admitted before having a bite of her kebab. The Temple had only fed them strict vegan meals with no sugar or salt, and when she had finally got the chance to eat spice, Ariadne thought she'd die from sensory overload.
"This lack of sleep better not be because of a fucking man. I would advise you to move to women, but they are just as crazy. My last girlfriend stole my good GHD hair straightener and sliced up my favorite dress before she left. Bitch. At least men wouldn't think to steal your hair styling products when you dump them," Dimmi said sourly.
I wouldn't know.
Ariadne had a few brief messy encounters until she found better results doing it on her own. She had occasionally slept with a target to get close enough to kill them, but a real, adult relationship was beyond her experience.
"All sounds way too hard to me," Ariadne admitted. She didn't hear what Dimmi said in reply, as all her focus zeroed in on a bike messenger. She took out her new phone and took a shot of him as he came out of the building.
"Stalker much? What's that poor kid done to earn that death glare from you?" Dimmi demanded.
"Nothing. Some jerk keeps putting creepy messages in my mailbox, and I want to find out who."
"Guys are the worst. At least he hasn't started sending you photos of his dick."
"Not yet, anyway."
"If he does, we'll make a wall of shame, right here." Dimmi pointed at the blank, pink side of the van. "If he's a local, it's bound to flush him out."
Ariadne laughed loud enough for people to turn and stare. "Thanks, Dimmi. I'll keep it in mind."
Ariadne finished off her meal and an espresso before heading back into her building. A box was waiting for her, and when she opened it, she found a thin silver laptop.
"You guys love your tech, don't you," Ariadne said as she turned on the power button. She had to admit it was the smarter way to do it. If you had that much information on a hit, then you didn't want to carry about piles of paper. Handwriting could be tracked, so could the type of paper used if you were desperate. Digital files were traceable, but if Pithos had the stones to go up against Minos, then Ariadne doubted they'd give over anything that could be traced.
There was a single folder on the desktop, and when she opened it, the first thing she clicked on was a photo of the sexiest guy she'd ever seen.
Broad-shouldered and ridiculously tall, the guy had olive-brown skin, sun-streaked dark hair that fell past his shoulders in lazy waves and a short, clipped beard. Even dressed in an expensive suit, he seemed an unlikely candidate for a corporate manager or a banker.
"Gods, aren't you the prettiest contract I've ever been offered," Ariadne told the photo as she clicked open more files.
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.
