Page 8 of King of my Heart
“If you two assholes are sitting in my office before I can get through the door that means my day just went to shit.”
“Aww, Boss, you know you love seeing me. I’m your fucking favorite,” my second says.
“Wow, I didn’t realize you had completely lost your shit and jumped into fucking la la land,” I growl, pouring myself a glass of whiskey knowing this is going to piss me off.
“Now tell me why you are here and who is going to die,” I demand, not at all in the mood to play games.
“Someone is stealing from you,” my accountant says matter-of-factly.
I don’t say a word just glare as my demons coat me in anger and the need to spill blood.
“Have you heard of YS Incorporated?” he asks me, pulling papers out of the file he is holding and handing it to me.
Taking the papers I read over them finding that really what I’ve been paying this company is very little. I’m seeing fifty dollars here and three hundred there, the most being twenty-five hundred. Looking at the information I have no fucking idea who the fuck this is.
“I have never heard of them or know what the fuck they do,” I say, pissed I’ve let myself get distracted.
“I’ve done some research and it appears that YS Incorporated doesn’t exist…” my second states.
I squeeze the glass in my hand so hard it starts to crack under the pressure, “Mother fucker. Who the fuck is stealing my mother fucking money?”
“When I found out it wasn’t really I tracked down who was cashing the checks and boss it seems you’ve been played,” he says all joking aside.
“Played by fucking who? I’m not close to anyone to fucking get played. Fuck, I only talk to you and Yelena every day.” That’s when it hits me in a way nothing ever could.
The knife sticking out of my chest only gets twisted even more when the pictures land on my desk. There in all her beautiful glory is Yelena. This can’t be right, he has to be mistaken.
“Before you tell me I’m mistaken and that can’t be her. Here are the back records telling you that she is the one that signed the checks and put them into her account. I can’t believe that Luca would recommend someone that could do this.” My second says in disbelief.
“I fucking can. I fucking got played by a nice pair of tits and a tight fucking pussy. She’ll be here any minute and when she gets her we’ll be taking her to the top floor. Where we will find out why the Volkovs have sent someone to not only spy but to steal from me." The anger burning through me is so hot that I know steam is coming off my skin.
As I get done speaking, I get a message from Yelena:
Yelena: I’m not going to make it in today. I’m sorry it’s last minute
Aleksandr: That’s unfortunate. Mind telling me why?
Yelena: I’m very sick and just can’t make it.
Aleksandr: I understand. No worries I will even bring you some soup.
Yelena: No no. I couldn’t live with myself if you were to be sick too
Aleksandr: I had my tongue in your mouth yesterday. I’m already infected.
Yelena: Please. I just need to rest. I’ll be back in a couple days.
“She’s not coming in today,” I growl using all my control not to lose my shit. The glass in my hand explodes as it makes contact with the wall.
That bitch fucking played me. There is a small voice in the back of my head that says there is more to the story. I muzzle that voice. No one steals from me for any reason and lives to tell the tale.
“Get the top floor ready. I’m going to track this bitch down and sick or not I’m going to get me some mother fucking answers. She wants to play games well, Doll, I don’t lose.”
I’m coming for you.
Chapter Seven
Yelena
