Chapter 8
Ginger
It tooka real force of will to work through the morning, especially with that asshole in my office. I stand by my theory of breaking him, but I seriously regret my choice of placement. I can hardly tell Kris to move him now, though. He’d just bring up all the bullshit about getting rid of him again. I don’t know what passed between those two, and the twisted part of me wonders what the outcome would be if I tossed them in a ring together with no rules.
Doubtful either would come out, but I bet it’d be a fucking amazing fight.
My mind wanders back to Sin’s comment about living by his rules. Coming from anyone else, that would’ve sounded cheesy as fuck, but coming from a monster like him, I believe it. A man who sets his own moral code and actually sticks to it? Sounds like a useful kind of person, to be honest. I wonder if I can figure him out? If I can use him somehow?
I perk up a bit at that before I realize I’m, again, ignoring the task at hand. Apparently, even moving to a different office isn’t going to help. I sigh and lean back in my chair, rubbing my eyes.
I don’t know why I untied him earlier. It was a stupid decision, even with the pistol I’d kept at my side the entire time. I won’t deny wanting a sneak peak of what was inside his pants either. I wasn’t disappointed.
I may not have a ton of sexual experience, but I have enough to dream of that magnificent snake pounding me into oblivion.
Shaking my head, I try to dispel the thought, my thighs clenching together with need.
I need to get my head back in the game and stop letting him distract me, especially now.
Grabbing my phone, I hit the speed dial for Kris.
“Wondered when I’d hear from you,” he answers.
“Come to conference C, now.”
He ends the call without responding, and a few minutes later, strides into the room.
“You look like shit,” is the first thing he says.
“What happened last night?” I ask without preamble, in no mood for his bullshit. Kris watches my face as he takes a seat opposite me. It pisses me off how unfazed he looks, how he looks to me for signs of weakness. He was there that day with the dogs the same as me, but somehow, it didn’t leave scars like mine. I suppose because what happened that day was my fault in the first place, but you’d think he’d have some kind of feelings about the loss of his youngest brother. Even if it was a long time ago.
“We got it cleaned up. The son’s auction finishes in two days, put a high bid on the mom, and no one will outbid for that ugly old bitch, so I think we’re good.”
“Has the team finished clearing Henry’s house?”
He nods. “Nothing else was found. Looks like whatever he was trying to do, he didn’t get to finish, and he didn’t take anything from here.”
“One bit of good news, at least,” I mutter. “Alright, keep me in the loop. I want this shit cleaned up and off my fucking plate, got it?”
“You do realize security is supposed to be my job, right?”
My eyes narrow at him. “Then do your job better.”
His jaw clenches as we glare at one another. I know how much he hates taking orders from his little sister, but he can suck up that macho bullshit right now. Henry never should have been able to get even half as far as he did. I don’t know why the fuck Kris is off his game lately, but he is. Security is lacking, he’s prying into things that aren’t his business. He’s getting sloppy. My eyes fall to his arm, still in a cast.
Between the shit with Henry and then whatever happened with Sin, the cast is a clear reminder that I have no clue what’s going on in my head of security's mind right now.
Turning my attention back to the papers in front of me, I rifle through a few before looking up at him.
“I’ll have the last of the target acquisition details for the shipment in a few days,” I change the subject. “Will you be up for it?”
I nod at his arm, and his jaw tics as he rises.
“Send me the lists when they’re ready,” he responds through gritted teeth. I wave him off and pick up my phone. I feel his glare on me, but after a moment, he stalks off. Well, fuck him. If he doesn’t want me to ask if he could handle things, he should fuckingshowhe knows how to handle them.
Family can be trusted, to a point, but only to a point. Vasily taught us to trust no one.
“Trust no one but yourself, Galina,”he would say.“The rest will rape your corpse for a ruble. Look after yourself, no one else.”