Page 53 of Nemesync
“So, Naevio spilled quite a bit. I have details on three potential locations where his father might be hiding.”
I was driving, Nikolai next to me glanced at her through the rearview mirror, with a serious expression, “Go on, Zanae.”
“The first one is a secluded mansion on the outskirts of Vesper’s east side, next to the lake,” she began, her eyes focused on me, “It’s heavily guarded, and Naevio mentioned it’s a place where his father often retreats for safety every time he feels like a threat is hanging on his head.”
So he might not be too far from here.
“What about the second location?”
“The second one is even more discreet. It’s like a property owned by Naevio’s family in Italy, I think it’s in Valence. It seems to be just a fallback option if things get too hot here.”
My grip on the steering wheel tightened as I absorbed the gravity of the situation. “And the third?”
Zanae leaned back, heads up, crossing her arms. “The third one is outside the country, too, but it’s not a family property. It’s a remote area with limited access, and Naevio hinted that his father might have connections there, it may also be in Russia, which seems really bizarre knowing that Italians and Russians don’t like each other that much.”
Oh, we know damn well, when we created this alliance, between the Bratva and the Cosa nostra, we almost caused the biggest war in history. But then, we are the leaders, if I do my best as the Pakhan, and Niko as the Don, no one will dare touch our positions. Our men trust us.
Niko is half Italian half Russian; they do hate each other but the parallel made his jaw clench. Memories flooded back intoour minds, and I knew he was thinking about his family. I tried to bring him back to our focus.
“So, we have three potential locations, each with its own problems.”
“We’ll need to plan carefully. If we make a move, it has to be precise.”
Zanae nodded, “I agree. Naevio doesn’t know we’re onto his father, he thinks I’m just into him and even invited me to a date.”
My eyes betrayed me and as I looked at her reflection, I saw her little cheeky smile. She wanted to see me react.
She’s such a tease, I fucking love it.
But she got her reaction, I could feel my eyes go dark, I started seeing red, but then she spoke again, giving me those brown eyes, I could stare at every-fucking-day.
The car pulled up in front of Nikolai’s house, and I turned to face Zanae in the backseat. Nikolai, already stepping out, waved goodbye to us.
“Don’t kill each other and have a nice night, you two,” he exclaimed before disappearing.
His guards opened the gates, and I don’t know what he said to them, but they laughed and followed him inside.
A few minutes later, we arrived home.
“Looks like our first mission is officially over,” I announced, a faint smile playing on my lips.
She furrowed her brows, bit her lips and tilted her head, showing me that fucking gorgeous neck. My mouth was salivating to taste it and mark it, either with my saliva or with blood.
Fuck, she’s making it hard to decide.
I don’t know if I want to kill her or fuck her.
Or both.
Certainly both.
I’m fascinated by everything about her: body and mind.
My obsession with her is fucking a chimera, deepening my craving to own her soul and ruin her completely. It’s a feeling between ecstasy and torment, bliss and misery.
That urge to be the one and only hearing her cry, hearing her laugh, scream. I can only imagine and fantasize about the way those blazing eyes would look like on the verge of pleasure, the edge of giving up from satisfaction, from arousal.
That’s the thing with me, it’s everything or nothing, and she’s having the ‘everything’, and I hate it, I hate it so fucking much.
