“I’d like to pour myself a glass of bourbon. Would you like a glass of wine, sweet girl?”
I kissed her again, unable to keep my hands off her. She blushed harder and nodded, smiling softly with contentment. I lifted her off my lap and placed her down on the couch, catching a glimpse of her naked body wrapped in only the lingerie top and nothing else. Her nipples were still erect, two little pink pebbles sorely in need of attention.
I’d have to remember to give those needy buds more attention next time.
“Stay here. I’ll be right back,” I smiled.
In my rush to return to Kasia, I headed to the wet bar off the kitchen. My staff was usually the only ones that frequented this section of the house, which meant much of it was clean and tidy.
Then I turned the corner into the kitchen and stopped in horror at what I saw next.
The rolling island had been tipped on its side, but that wasn’t the only signs of a struggle. A tray of glasses had been knocked over and had shattered on the floor. I deftly avoided the broken glass, navigating through a mess of scattered plates, pots, and pans.
I pushed on through to the bar where I noticed there was a single sheet of paper. My heart sank as I approached it, knowing that something was very wrong.
My security system was top tier, one of the best in the entire world. I’d made certain of it. I vetted my people to the nines. I had the most advanced surveillance equipment, the majority of it military grade and not available on the open market.
I didn’t touch the paper or anything around it, just in case I’d need to have it dusted for prints later.
James,
I’ve heard your name several times throughout the years, but we’ve never met. I’ve always respected you, but you’re encroaching on my turf. You killed several of my men and I can’t ignore that. If you don’t want to start a war, hand over the Polish slut. If you do it quickly enough, I might even let your man walk away from this.
Piotrek Poplawski
I stared down at the paper, not really believing what I was seeing and knowing it to be true anyway. Furious and with growing concern for Kasia, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. I had made a vow to protect her, and I’d meant it.
It was time to call Richardson, my head of security, and figure out what the fuck was going on. I dialed his number.
He typically picked up on the second ring, but he didn’t. He didn’t pick up until the fourth.
It wasn’t Richardson.
A stranger cleared his throat.
“Who is this,” I blurted out, unable to hold back my fury. I didn’t like this one bit. Not only had my home been invaded, but someone had taken one of my closest allies. Richardson worked behind the scenes for the most part, managing every aspect of my security. He didn’t just oversee my mansion, but all of my properties and staff. He was invaluable to me.
He’d proven himself time and time again for the past twenty years. He was the kind of man I could count on, and it infuriated me to know that my decisions had put him in the face of danger.
I wouldn’t have that.
The man chuckled.
“Piotrek Poplawski,” I stated.
“The one and the same,” he answered, his voice heavily accented. I could tell he wasn’t as fluent in English, but I could understand him fairly easily.
“What have you done with Richardson?” I questioned accusingly.
“He’s alive. Probably a bit bruised, but he can still walk out of here,” he replied arrogantly.
“What do you want?”
“I take it you found my note then, Mr. Monroe,” he said.
“I did.”
My patience was quickly wearing thin. If I knew where he was, I wouldn’t hesitate to put a bullet straight through his skull. I took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. He may have Richardson, but he’d always been a resourceful man. I reminded myself to be thankful that Kasia was still safe with me, and I’d keep her that way.