Pleased with himself, he ended the call. He’d pay him the first deposit, but he’d never pay the five hundred grand. No, he’d kill his contact first.
Soon he’d have that bitch and Viktor would be at his mercy. Opening his desk drawer he pulled out a little packet of cocaine, dipped his finger into it and spread it across his gums. Then he took one hit.
Just one to keep him focused. He wasn’t an addict. He just liked the way it made him feel, that rush of adrenaline that helped him to keep working longer hours.
Nothing was going to go wrong. Not like last night. With the exception of that snafu, everything else was falling into place.
Once he got Viktor where he wanted him, he was going to kill the bastard himself. He’d make sure Viktor begged him for death by the time he was through with him.
Chapter 16
Dominique opened the refrigerator in Viktor’s kitchen and stared at the neatly stacked containers of food, and bright fruit and vegetables stocked in the crispers. He hadn’t been kidding when he said anything she wanted would be in here. He’d apparently prepared for the zombie apocalypse. Which was fine with her.
She might hate that there was a threat hanging over their heads, but she wasn’t going to complain about getting to spend time at Viktor’s place. The man had completely stolen her heart and she simply liked being with him. Right now he was in his office with his brother and Lyosha, going over…something. She wished they were back in bed together. Sex was definitely as good as her friends had made it out to be and she was having fun exploring it with him.
“I was hoping I’d find you.” A female voice made her turn away from the fridge. Which was just as well—she wasn’t sure what she wanted anyway.
She turned to find the petite assistant she’d sort of met the other day. “Hi…Lucy, right?” Viktor had mentioned something about her being here too.
The woman smiled as she leaned against the center island. A book, towel and bottle of sunscreen were in her hand and she was wearing a sheer cover-up that didn’t do much to hide her bikini. “Yeah. I’m stuck here too until further notice. You okay after last night? I know that you were at the hotel.”
Dominique nodded, glad she didn’t have to lie. It was clear both brothers must trust Lucy if she knew Dominique had been at the hotel when even the police didn’t. “Yeah, I’m good. A little freaked out but Viktor’s place is great if we have to stay on lockdown.” Only because the man himself was under the same roof.
“Right? Listen, while they’re doing whatever they’re doing, I’m taking a break for once and soaking up some sun by that monstrosity of a pool. Want to join me?”
Since Viktor had a fortified wall surrounding his property and extra security, Dominique guessed that was the only reason it would be okay for them to be by the pool right now. Otherwise he’d probably go into super caveman mode and not let them outside. “Yeah, I’d love to. I need to find out if Viktor has anything I can wear.” Or if the guys he’d sent over to her place were back yet with her clothes. Right now she was wearing gym pants Lyosha had found that were about four inches too long and an oversized T-shirt. She felt a little ridiculous even if she was comfortable. “I’ll meet you out there?”
Lucy nodded, her smile genuine. “Great. I’ll see you in a little bit.”
Dominique didn’t want to bother Viktor but she didn’t think he’d mind. And she really wanted to get to know Lucy since she’d be staying here too. Not to mention Lucy obviously knew the brothers well and Dominique wasn’t above asking questions about Viktor. She wanted to know everything about him.
When she reached the hallway that led to Viktor’s office she smiled when she saw his driver, Kir, headed her way. He’d been one of the only security people who was actually friendly to her. Mostly Viktor’s guys seemed to walk around with perma-frowns.
“Hey, is Viktor—” Her words died when she saw the gun in his hand. It had a silencer on it and was pointed directly at her.
Everything around her funneled out as she stared down the barrel of the weapon. Before she could think about moving, he was next to her, grabbing her elbow in an unforgiving grip.
“You’re coming with me,” he said quietly, almost a whisper, his voice hard. “You scream and I’ll shoot you in the stomach. It’s a bad way to die.” He said it as if it was something he knew to be certain.
On instinct she yanked against his hold but he shoved her up against the wall, one hand wrapped around her throat as he pressed the muzzle of the gun to her temple.
“I’ll smoke you right here. Nod if you believe me.” His eyes were cold, nothing like the friendly man from the last couple days.
She nodded, her throat tight with fear. What if Lucy came back inside and this maniac decided to shoot her?