10
Aiden
“We still can’t pick up a face from the camera’s,” Maksim says as he lowers to sit next to me in the lounge. Ilya who’s with him sits on my right.
“What do you mean you can’t pick up a fucking face?” I sneer looking from one to the other.
Maksim and Ilya have been looking at the cameras since last night to try and see who it was on the rooftop. Earlier I saw the footage myself that someone was definitely up there. There was no face. I was just hoping one of the fifteen cameras I have surrounding the fucking building could give me a face.
“We can’t. They had their hood up and while we can see a shadowy figure, we can’t make out who they are against the night,” Ilya explains. “The cameras outside the club aren’t as sophisticated as what we have inside.”
That was because I invested more on the interior of the club thinking that if trouble arose it would happen inside if some sick fucker tried something more deranged than what’s allowed. The cameras outside are the standard kind most buildings around us use.
“Okay, let’s continue to keep an eye on the area. If it’s someone from the Order they’ll be back.” I grit my teeth.
“Of course, they’ll fucking be back,” Maksim agrees.
There’s always danger lurking in the shadows so I’m mindful this could be about something else. I just don’t think it’s likely given who I am, and the stir I’ve been causing lately with the Order. The M.O. fits that this new friend is part of them.
“Aiden, I might suggest that you lay low for a while,” Ilya states in that fatherly manner I’ve come to learn. “For all we know it could have been a fucking sniper.”
I already factored that in. There was one person on the roof. If I’m right, then the possibility of a sniper is very real. It wouldn’t be the first time a man tried to kill me, and I’m sure with my recent activities I’m number one on the Order hit list.
“I’m not going to lay low.” Of course, I’m not. I’m not a fucking pussy and I’m offended he even suggested I should basically cower in my home when I have to find my child. “We just need to keep our eyes open. All of us.”
“All right cousin,” Maksim says. “Rest assured we will keep our eyes open, and we’ll be ready for the fucker next time. Ilya and I plan to work with security here tonight. So, we’ll go straight after this meeting.”
“Okay sounds good.”
I seethe inwardly from the frustration. Federov will be here in five minutes for his meeting. The three of us usually get here a few minutes beforehand to talk but
this is another fucking meeting I don’t want to be at. Not when we still don’t know if Federov has the feds on his ass. I kept the appointment to see him tonight only because Maksim didn’t find anything in his checks.
However, because we still have our suspicions, I asked Gibbs, the Syndicate P.I.who’s based in Chicago, to do some further checks. He predominantly works with the Chicago bosses but joined us when they became part of the Syndicate. Like the original Syndicate, everyone banded together to combine wealth, power, and resources.Gibbs is a valued resource and has also been working with me to help find Aleksei.
As far as P.I.’s go, he’s the best, and widely used by many in the criminal underworld because of his unorthodox ways of getting all sorts of shit on people. So, if there’s something to find on Federov he’ll find it.
He hasn’t come back to us yet, so I won’t add to the shit with my frustration.
Especially given the start of tonight.
It’s just that it will piss me off even more if Federov is being watched by the Feds because it will mean this meeting will be another waste of my time. My desire for business in Japan is the only thing keeping me here.
What I need is something to take the edge off though. Like a fucking drink.
Whiskey, Scotch or some Goddamn thing like that.
I raise my hand so one of the waitresses will bring over the drinks.
Moments later heels click against the marble floor and when I turn to see which waitress I have, my gaze tangles with the indigo eyes of the beauty from last night.
Few things in life can throw off a man like me. She has just proven to be one of them and I swear to Christ as I look at her, I forget everything.
With the darkness in my soul and the blood that’s covered my hands I doubt I’ll ever get close to seeing an angel. But I imagine they must look like her and up close, she’s fucking perfection with her ethereal beauty.
The light from above shines down on her platinum hair and heart shaped face. What it does to her body through in her see-through red lace negligee is something else entirely. There’s nothing at all left to the imagination. Her light pink nipples are very pronounced against the lace and against the arousal rushing to my dick is the sensation of something which makes me want to shield her from everybody else looking at her. I even find myself feeling something like relief when my gaze settles on her pussy and I notice she’s wearing panties.
She sets the tray of liquor down on the table before us and straightens up drawing even more attention to her perky tits.