Apart from Federico, whose office and home have been formerly and thoroughly checked, no one else stands to their feet. My cruel smile widens. They are just making this more fun for me. I was planning on forgiving those who came out, but seeing as they've become reluctant to do so..."Boss," a soldier calls my attention. I nod, and he whispers something in my ear before submitting a document on the table in front of me and leaving.Interesting.I look up at the middle-aged men in the room with me. Although their faces are stern, one could smell their fear and uncertainty."I see you've all chosen death."Marcus's younger brother, Marlo, stands up from his seat with so much force it sends the chair flying. His face is red with anger, and one could almost see the steam coming out of his ears. "How dare you treat us this way?! Whatever you see is what you deserve because we refuse to serve under a person like you!" he seethes, spitting like a mad snake.Everyone stares at him like he's t
"You can't do this!!" "I am doing it right now, go on." While the guards hold the men down, with their heads up and necks bare, the nurses with face masks and gloves take the injection. They look up to me to give the order and I nod. They give them the shot then the guards release the men one after the other. The nurses step back and bow to me and I do the same. "Thanks a lot for your work and cooperation, girls, you can leave now." One after the other, with guards escorting them, they leave the room. Melancholy sets in, the realization of what just happened grip their throat so hard that their face turns so white, one should be worried. But I'm not done, oh I'm not. Currently, I'm standing behind Federico's chair. I hold the top firmly and the man sitting on it jerks. I smirk. "You see men, the reason I did not kill you is because I don't have backups and you all have been in the system long enough but fret not, give me three months and death will come to you. And if you thought
The air tonight is thick with fear. I just watched my wife-to-be put men old enough to be their fathers in a time-out. I can't help but feel a surge of pride as I see the devilish smirk on her face, even when she's hurting inside. Davinia is not just a woman; she's a queen, and I respect that.Her capos won't be causing her any issues for a while now, and judging by the look on her uncle's face, he has no clue how or when she did it. Tiana also appears confused and shocked, while everyone else seems like they've encountered death itself."You have to rest, uncle," Tiana urges her uncle to leave the room and retire for the night. She stands up from her seat to escort him out, but Maxwell is still reeling from the shock."Your sister—" he begins."Had to do what she had to do," Tiana politely cuts him off with a tired sigh. Our eyes briefly lock before she looks away. Something tells me she knows about Davinia's lab mates. These girls are not to be messed with. Maxwell does not seem to
My head hurts. I hold my hand to it as I sit up on my bed. My bed? I remember falling asleep on Butcher's thighs when his soothing storytelling voices hit the right spot to make me seek the comfort of sleep. So how did I end up in my own bed? I'm certain Timothy isn't in any position to lift me and put me to bed."This should help with headaches."My eyes snap up to see Rolan walking into my room with the confidence of a king, holding a glass of water in his right hand and a pill in his left. His handsome face remains blank and expressionless, but his eyes are not as icy as when we first met."Helen was about to bring it in, so I took it from her because I also wanted to see you," he says as he places the water and pill in my hands."Oh," is all I manage to say. I clear my throat before tossing the aspirin into my mouth and washing it down with water. I take another sip of water and then place the cup on the desk next to my bed.The bed sinks as he sits on it, his right leg folded in
"These are the designs we picked. Your approval is needed before we go ahead with it,"My secretary, Louisa, explains to me as we walk side by side, the sound of our heels clicking and clacking across the walls.I take a look at the designs for the mall we're launching in Moscow. Everything looks too modern and intimidating to me."I don't like any of these. What I want is a building that looks modern but welcoming. I want people to walk into the mall without feeling oppressed. Yes, our products are low priced, but they're not so high that the average person would be too scared to afford them. Review more options and let me see them before the day ends.""Yes, ma'am," she replies, taking the papers from me and heading in a different direction as I turn to walk into my office. But I stop dead in my tracks when I spot a man dressed in a black coat and hat sitting on the sofa in my office.I immediately pull out my gun. "Who the fuck are you?" I sneer. My feet do not move from their posit
My mind is clouded with thoughts as I drive. Why did that man come to my office? He knows we've been searching for him. He came all the way to my office to tell me not to trust anyone? Who exactly is he? Most importantly, is he a friend or a foe or a clue to help solve my father's case? He did mention being friends with my father, but I don't remember seeing him in any of Dad's pictures.Dad never mentioned any ex-soldier, nor did Uncle. If he is a friend, why is he just making an appearance now? What is his mission? I hate not knowing. It makes me want to itch. This is not the mood I want to have when I meet Mother. I try to think of things that should put me in a better mood. Roland's veiny arms come to mind, the way they flex when he's handling me. His eyes, I can stare at them forever, especially when they burn with heat for me. Yeah, I love that. His suppressed moans and groans… A horn pulls me back to reality, and I realize that I'm not moving at a green light.As I enter the co
"First the 'shadow,' now the Grandmaster, eh?" Christian blows a thick puff of nicotine into the atmosphere while Nicolai and I stand behind him as he faces the glass door to the balcony of his office."That's what he calls himself now. Rumors say no one has seen his face. Apparently, he goes about with a mask," Nicolai reports, reading from the tab in his hand. Christian scoffs, but it sounds more like a short cough."I wonder why. Of course, no one would want to stare at a disfigured face. I'm starting to feel regret for not letting you kill him." He turns and meets my cold eyes. "So, what's the plan?""He needs to be put down. He is causing problems for the Italians, and he is doing that to ruin the joining of our families. He causes problems and frames the Russian soldiers for it. I won't sit back and watch any longer. It's good that he is under the guise of Grandmaster. We will kill him under the pretense that he wants to ruin our mafia and gain full control."Christian's eyes na
I'm coming from the airport with Rolan's mother in the passenger seat. Roland was kind enough to let me know of his mother's illness. She was involved in a major accident years before Rolan and Nikolai came into their lives, and it hindered her eyesight. Medications and surgeries have been able to help her see thus far, but not for long. Her sight is getting blurry, and she can't see a thing without her glasses now. He also made sure to inform me not to treat her like a sick patient. He said she hates it and it spoils her mood. He also listed certain foods and snacks she will want to eat but is not allowed to eat. I've been repeating the names of those foods and snacks in my mind so I won't forget. These days my mind is like a browser with lots of tabs open and a series of downloads. I'm trying my best to keep up with my memory. "Are you always this quiet, or am I the cause of this awkwardness?" I turn to meet her squinted eyes and her smiling lips, completely at a loss for what to s