Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Reaching for my gun, I keep my hand wrapped around it, ready to kill him. I want to kill him. This man had gotten way too many smiles and laughs from my wife. He’d gotten to see her happy and relaxed.
“Ah, our true hit man,” Ivan said. “You do intrigue me.”
This isn’t good. I want to kill Nathan. If Ivan likes him and sees a use for him, then his death wasn’t going to happen.
“You’re right. Bethany has no means or power to gain access to a hit man. Someone had to have helped her, and I can find out who that is for you,” he said.
“I don’t trust you,” I said.
“You have every reason not to trust me. I’m friends with your wife and you’re jealous of that. I care about Adelaide. She’s a special person. Sweet, kind, it’s why I’ve been keeping an eye on her all these years. A sister like Bethany brings nothing but death to those around her.”
I want to kill him.
“Word on the street is there’s a potential hit out on you,” Nathan said, looking at Ivan.
“This isn’t news to me. I’ve always got a hit on my head. It’s the fun part of being the boss.”
“From one of your own men,” Nathan said. “The biggest problem right now is finding anyone stupid enough to take you on.”
Ivan winked and I didn’t have time for jokes.
“It’s him,” I said.
I’m not sure how much Nathan had heard, but I wasn’t going to say the fucker’s name. I wanted to launch a full-scale attack on Oleg. To bring him in and strip him of his title. That piece of shit wasn’t going to last, not when I got my hands on him.
“You’re going to need to get the information out of Bethany,” Nathan said.
“Consider it done,” I said, happy to end the little slut’s life.
Nathan sighed. “You won’t be able to kill her. You have an MC issue, correct?”
I don’t like how much this son of a bitch knows.
“What are you suggesting?” Ivan asked.
“Diversion. If they believe you’re onto them, they’ll cover their tracks. You want to know without a shadow of a doubt what’s going on, right? Well, use me. Send me into Oleg’s territory. I can win his trust, bring him down from within.”
“You lied to my wife. I don’t trust you.”
“I lied to protect her. Do you think she’d have remained friends with me if I told her I killed people for a living? I did it for her.”
Regardless of his reasoning. I still didn’t trust him.
“Are you gay?” I asked.
“Yes.”
Ivan looked from me to Nathan. “Now I’m curious. Your biggest concern is him finding your wife attractive?”
“She is attractive,” Nathan said. “Just not my type.”
“Enough!” I turn to Ivan, and from the look on his face, I just knew he was considering this. “Please tell me you’re not thinking about this?” I asked.
“It makes complete sense. Oleg would expect an attack by now. We go to Bethany, she names them, and he will run. If we don’t act, they can assume we killed the hit man without finding out who sent him. Nathan can gather the information we need, and eventually we can exact justice. It’s long and futile. Do you think you can garner his trust? Get close?”
“I can, but even if I can’t, I have the means to make sure I get the answers.”
I don’t believe this. It sounded so fucking logical.
I’m pissed off.
I look to Adelaide, stare at her, and then I see it—her hand moved. It was subtle, just the tips of her fingers, but they fucking moved. Looking at Ivan and Nathan, I don’t want Nathan here when Adelaide finally opens her eyes.
“You can’t be serious. You don’t know if you can trust him.”
“He’s been in your territory for months and hasn’t killed you or Adelaide. If we couldn’t trust him, then your wife would already be dead, and you wouldn’t have been able to find him. His identity was secure long enough for him to get in and out. This is a good plan, and I suggest you get onboard, Andrei. Your wife is waking up.”
I had no choice. There was more to consider than just killing Bethany. We had to find out the truth about Oleg, but we also needed to find out how deep his betrayal went. I didn’t like it, but I had no choice.
Killing Bethany wouldn’t help matters right now, but when the time came, I was going to make sure she longed for death, and I wasn’t going to show her any fucking mercy.
Chapter Thirteen
Adelaide
Waking up in the hospital was strange.
Staring up at the white ceiling, hearing voices was also new to me. I struggled to comprehend what they were saying, but the image was suddenly Andrei. I remembered marrying him and the months of marriage to him, but getting to the hospital was all a blur.