Page 160 of Ripped Veil (Ripped Bratva)

I stop short, realizing what he’s thinking. “You think she’s the spy?”

“Why else would she follow you here? Why else would she want to be involved?”

I grit my teeth. “It doesn’t matter. I’ve removed her from the equation.”

“Is she still breathing?”

“Yes.”

“Then you haven’t removed her from anything. I’ll deal with her.”

The fury that courses through my body is so violent that I see red spots for a moment. I distantly notice Konstantin squinting at me before I lose him behind my own anger.

“Matvei, you are not to touch her. Your orders are clear. Take her safely from the bathroom back down to the jeep and keep her there. She is not to be hurt under any circumstances.”

There’s a second of silence on the other line. He can tell I mean business.

“Yes, boss.”

Then the line goes dead.

“Fuck,” I mutter as I circle around to where Alexi is standing.

Sakamoto is a few meters away. Neither one of us is facing him or his entourage, but we both have one eye on the lot of them.

“Well?” I say out of the side of my mouth.

“I don’t know how we’re going to get him away from that group,” Alexi says.

“He’ll move from them during the course of the night,” I say confidently. “Look, he’s already got his eye on one of the hostesses. He’s going to want to get her alone.”

Sure enough, we both notice Sakamoto’s eyes drinking in the hostess’s ass every time he thinks she’s not looking.

“So, what do you want to do?” Alexi asks.

“We wait,” I reply. “We wait for our chance to end this shit.”

The pieces are all in motion tonight. We’ll see which king ends up on top.

* * *

Ten minutes later, it’s like the gods are shining down on me and my mission.

Sakamoto removes himself from his entourage and makes his way across the ballroom. The doors to the pool patio have been thrown open now and people are milling in and out.

I look to Alexi. “Keep an eye on his men,” I say before slipping out after Sakamoto.

It appears as if he’s heading towards the bathroom but then he turns to the side and heads to one of the private rooms that accompany each balcony.

Apparently, he can’t wait until the end of the night to fuck the hostess of his choice.

The moment he disappears behind one of the large jade green doors, the young hostess I’d seen him talking to emerges in his wake.

She’s dark-haired, buxom—and she looks wary. Which works perfectly for me.

I intercept her before she can get her hand on the door. “I wouldn’t,” I advise.

She frowns. “What do you mean?”

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