Deal with the devil

Angelica

Did I mention I made a deal with the devil? Well, I gave him an inch and now he was asking for a mile.

I had an ominous feeling as soon as I heard that eerie tune I had reserved for the secret phone I used to communicate with The Viper. It wasn’t just the fact that The Viper couldn’t be calling me at random that gave me the chill. It was the knowledge that I had been sloppy enough to not turn the phone off after the last call.

That, and the fact that I already knew the caller had to be Yakov Yenin. The Bratva were a sneaky lot but I had thought Yakov had much better things to do than pester me once our deal was done. I was wrong.

I rummaged through my bag for the phone and my suspicion was confirmed at the sight of the new contact number. I answered it in the lowest voice possible despite being alone in the room now that Curtis had left earlier.

“Who the fuck is this?”

A deep laughter preceded Yakov’s jovial voice. “I’m glad you answered, Printsessa. Didn’t want to have