“You know them.” He cracked his neck and puffed from one of my expensive Cuban cigars. “I get orders and I’m happy with it, but there is something fucked going on in the dark side of the world. More stabbing for me and less questions to ask. If I were to take a guess from what I hear, there are more snakes in the grass than you’d think. We have old business connects turning into wolves for Maria’s company. Hence, your little fuck toy needing to come in now.” He turned his attention to petting the cat and swiping around on his phone. For someone who was just a hired gun, I kind of liked him. He was straightforward. If he ever let me see his face, maybe we’d be friends.

It made sense that there were people wanting Montgomery Group. People took to hostile takeovers all the time–especially in our part of society. It was always cutthroat, and you needed to stay on top of your game to play the right way. But what was with all the movement recently? Wouldn’t it have made more sense to act after she died and not five years later? Too many questions to ask for one night, but I shelved them to the back of my mind for more digging later.

Reaper laid his head back in my chair. “Enough talking about boring fucking shit. Tell me about that blonde girl you railed. Does she have a friend for me?”

“Big boy can’t find his own bitches?”

He threw my glass at me. “Fuck you. If you weren’t my boss, I’d kill you for that.”

“I’d like to see you try, loser,” I laughed, dodging the glass.

“I have a few files of some men we were assigned.”

“And?”

He laughed. It was a cold and startling laugh that only a trained killer like him would have. “We have assignments, dickhead. Stabbing? Don’t mind if I do.”

I sighed, knocking back the rest of my drink. “You couldn’t have led with that?”

He tossed me a set of keys and a bright pink ski mask. Fuck this guy. “Giddy up, pretty boy. We’re going killing tonight and getting some more info. You need to at least know why gramps doesn’t want you fucking that pretty girl.”

Blondie flooded my mind. Those blue eyes and wicked smirk appeared, taunting me with that attitude. For her, I’d definitely kill a few people. Hell, maybe a lot of people. Intriguing didn’t even begin to cover what she was. A brat? Surely. A puzzle? Mine to solve.

She wouldn’t see it coming, but I’d have her begging on her knees for me soon. Dictator and her boyfriend be damned. No one has stopped me from doing what I wanted to anyway. Not even the law. And she had no clue...

“Fuck. You. I’m not wearing this shit.”