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Then I heard it. A gunshot.
Bang!
I flinched, eyes wide with terror.
What the hell?
Chapter 10 — Nial
After I left her shaking in the hallway, I headed downstairs to check on the situation with the traitor Boris had fished out earlier. Since he’d sent one of the men to call my attention, I assumed the traitor had spilled something important.
And although I was mad at the guard for interrupting what might’ve led to a rather memorable night, I knew better than to lash out. Business before pleasure. Always. That’s how I ran the empire.
I forced myself to push the images of her vulnerable face to the back of my mind. She tried to hide it, but I could see through her mask. She was turned on by my presence and how close I was to her.
I’d lived long enough to spot a horny woman when I saw one. And my little prisoner was fuckin’ horny. I wasn’t sure at what point she became aroused. But when I had her pinned against the wall, the girl was wet. I didn’t need to touch her down there to know.
Her body language gave her away.
Slow, labored breaths.
Heaving chest.
The subtle quiver of her lips and the way her body trembled at my touch. Beneath the defiance in her eyes was a flicker of something darker. And that something was desire—lust.
I would recognize that look anytime, any day.
This little encounter was proof that she was just as attractive to me as I was to her. I recalled how she smelled nice and looked sexy in that nightgown.
It fit her perfectly, the semi-transparent fabric revealing teasing glimpses of her peaks and underpants. The hem had grazed the skin above her knees, leaving her thighs exposed.
The sight alone awakened something primal within me—a flame I fought so hard to quench. Even now, as I descended the stairs, she was all I could think of.
Once I reached the basement, Boris walked up to me, his expression blank as always.
“Did he talk?” I asked, halting before the man tied to a chair in the dimly lit room.
Boris nodded. “The missing weapons from last week—that was him.”
My brows knitted together.
“That’s not all,” Boris continued. “He claims his buyers are set to hit the compound tomorrow.”
I hesitated, curling my fingers into fists at my sides. “Why? What’re they looking for?”
The man raised, about to respond, when Boris struck his face with a jaw-breaking punch.
“Shut the fuck up.”
The impact turned the man’s head so hard his neck almost snapped.
Boris faced me, his voice low and venomous. “They plan to break into the red door.”
My scowl deepened.
What was behind that door was highly confidential. The things in there could shut us down for good if they got into the wrong hands. Files holding some of the Bratva’s darkest secrets and crates filled with loads and loads of cash.
This motherfucker didn’t only steal from me; he also snitched on the same organization he pledged his loyalty to.
