Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Moving past Ivan, he went straight to the man locked up. It was obvious to assume his identification was fake. The man saw him approach and he was pretty sure he heard a whimper. Not that it surprised him.
“Do you want to tell me about this?” he asked.
“It’s nothing.”
“It’s nothing?” Bogdan scrolled through the phone. The man was hired three months ago, exactly the same time he and Anastasia married. He clicked his tongue. “Try again.”
“I have no idea what is going on. I was working—”
“In my office?”
This made the man close his mouth.
He stared at him and then reached out, pulled on his shirt, and right there was the ink that declared him loyal to a Rinaldi. Bogdan sat back and tutted.
“Please, I was just supposed to give the figures of the club and the dates when you have deliveries.” There was a sob.
Here came the usual story.
“You know, I was having a good Saturday. I had every intention of spending it with my wife, and now I’ve got to deal with you. My wife is upstairs. She’s Rinaldi’s daughter, and did you know he wants me to kill her?”
Bogdan tilted his head to the side.
“I think it is time to send him a message, don’t you?” He turned to Ivan. “Pull it out.”
Ivan knew what to do, and from the look on his face, he was not a happy man. He couldn’t get blood on his suit, and he was done playing games. Well, he was done playing these types of games with Rinaldi’s little spy.
Pulling out his cell phone, he found Galkin’s number and dialed. He gave him the brief rundown of what he knew, along with the current spy.
“Have your fun, Bogdan,” Galkin said, and then hung up.
He turned off his cell phone and turned back to Ivan, who had pulled the man’s cock out of his pants.
His knife was already waiting, and he stepped over toward the man. As he looked down at the man’s floppy dick, without a care in the world he sliced right through it. His screams echoed around the room, and once his cock was severed, he looked toward Ivan. “Post it to Rinaldi, now.”
“Yes, sir.”
He looked at the man, blood pooling between his thighs, and he thought about the woman upstairs.
“This is going to go very badly for you, but I can bring it to an end, all you’ve got to do is tell me what the numbers are for.”
Perspiration dotted the man’s brow. He looked pale. Weak.
“Fuck you,” he said.
“Have it your way, but just so you know, the human body can withstand a lot before it dies, and until you give me what I want, you’re going to see a lot of pieces disappear.”
He got to his feet and knew Ivan would move him accordingly. There was not even a speck of blood on his suit, and that was a plus to him. He stepped out of the basement and made his way to the main floor.
He stepped out and allowed the door to close as he watched his wife—the only woman on the dance floor. The only person there. The music was loud, filling in all the spaces within the room, and his wife was not holding back as she danced her heart out, and he watched her, unable to look away. She wore a pair of jeans and a tight-fitting t-shirt, but she looked sexier than she ever had before. Her long, black hair fell around her body, but it moved as she swung her hips and danced. Her body was designed to fit against his.
Bogdan was mesmerized. He didn’t know the music, which was just some upbeat tune, but watching her made him ache. He wanted her close, and yet he knew he couldn’t get her close. She was a mystery.
Anastasia spun around and then offered him a smile. “Are you done?” she asked.
“Business is finished for the day.”
“You know, I like this,” she said.
“What?”
“Being the only one at your nightclub.” She danced her way toward him, and then came right to him with a jump. “It is a lot more fun when no one else is around.”
He couldn’t help but love this. How … free she was.
Dante had really fucked up in letting her live alone and away from this life. She stared into his eyes, and for once he didn’t see fear. He saw laughter and fire, and he was pretty sure he saw passion as well.
“Don’t you ever come here alone and just enjoy it?” she asked.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“It’s not for me to enjoy.”
She smiled. “Anyone ever tell you that you’re a little grumpy?”
“No one has ever called me grumpy.”
She tutted. “Or if they have, have they not lived to tell about it?”
“Pretty much.” He banded an arm around her, pulling her in close so she would know he was aroused. He was not going to hide it.