Everything Kat doesoutside the bedroom rubs me the wrong way. So does her sneaking away.
Alma was grinning from ear to ear when I stomped into the kitchen mad when I realized Kat had left. I ate the fucking toast just to make the older lady happy. She lights up like a Christmas tree ever since I brought her back to the villa to cook for me. She doesn’t have children, and the first morning she was back—after that snake bite and a month after my binge and me dismissing the cooks—she acted like she found her long-lost son.
The little spy might have left, but she left a present behind—her red panties, tucked between the couch pillows.
My cock got hard at the sight, the feel of them, crispy from being soaked the night before, the memory of Kat’s pussy wet for me, her tongue on my dick, her sweet ass flickering in the dim light of the living room as she walked around naked the night before.
I contemplated jerking off with her panties wrapped around my cock, then took a picture and sent it to Kat.
She acts like she doesn’t give a shit about me. But I know she does.
What bothers me is that she is being a coward and refuses to admit it in the daylight. How is it even possible to date a girl like that?
Whoa.
The word slipped through my mind by accident.
Dating is not an option. Kat is here for a short ride. We would cut each other’s throats if we were in close proximity for too long. Plus, I’m not on the market.
But I can’t remember the last time a girl completely took over my attention.
So, no office for me today.
Not a chance I can focus on anything when the wild thing is flaunting her beautiful body right outside my door when all I can think of is her splayed on my coffee table.
I work from home, shutting myself in my office for hours.
It’s evening when I tear my eyes off the computer screen, finish with emails that can’t be sent off to the assistants, and finally emerge from the cave.
There is one thing I’ve been avoiding for weeks, but it’s time we had a conversation.
Stuffing my face with some healthy salad with fruit and nuts that Alma made, I call Raven and Marlow to summon them to my villa for a talk.
Those two are like yin and yang.
Marlow wears a long-sleeved shirt and loose sports pants when he shows up half an hour later, looking like a surfing magazine cover model. Not a word about the restaurant episode.
Raven is like Sid Vicious who grew up and cleaned up his act. All black clothes, jeans, long sleeves, and Converses when he strolls in minutes after Marlow.
“Remember that Russian mobster ordeal a year ago?” I ask Raven as I make us drinks.
The sun outside is setting over the ocean in the distance, but I don’t close the blinds. With my guys here at my crib, this reminds me of the first days after the nuclear attacks. When we still had hope that ten nukes would cap the world war. We didn’t know what was happening until the connection was restored. So we sat just like this, day after day, mostly at my villa, and waited for the news as if it were from a different planet. The war never reached Zion. Maybe that’s why I still love sunsets.
It’s about time I told Raven about the new development and Katura.
Raven deals with Butcher, the self-proclaimed Port Mrei mayor, the port itself, and the most important imports to Zion. By most important, I mean weapons, medication, and anything that requires special connections at customs on the mainland. Of all people, Raven should be aware that there might be people looking to sabotage our security again.
He doesn’t look surprised when I’m done talking.
“So Katura is a double agent sort of thing?” he asks, slowly swirling a drink in his hand.
“Something like that.”
“That sporty girl? Pretty? With braided hair? The one at the beach every morning?” Even Raven noticed her. “So, she’s not that good at spying, huh?”
“She’s good. Not her fault her cover was blown. Actually, just a lucky circumstance. Tsariuk said to Amir’s father something about Navy SEALS. And it just clicked in my mind.” Even mobsters occasionally have a big mouth. “Ask Marlow for her file so you know who you are dealing with. Taking that into an account, we really need to step up with security issues. Marlow, do another briefing on security and contractors. There is no reason why the thugs from town were able to disrupt our surveillance a month ago. And for what reason—that’s what I want to know.”
Work used to bring satisfaction. But when you have more money than God, even something you used to love can become a burden.