My smile is large when I give her a simple nod. “As you should. Now let’s get this situation figured out so we can get to the fun part.”
“I’m not even going to ask.”
I wink at her. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
She makes a sound of extreme displeasure that has my lips twitching with suppressed laughter. My amusement intensifies at the look of hostility she gives me when yanking off her soiled dress. Carina doesn’t merely toss it to the floor, she hurls it. This time I do chuckle.
She’s quick to put on my shirt, but makes a point to snap the elastic of her underwear. I don’t need a translation to know she’s telling me to mind my business when it comes to her cunt.
Duly noted.
And duly ignored.
After that, I take her hand, intending to lead us to the living room. She tries to remove my hold, so I grip her tighter until she gasps in pain. Carina may be stubborn, but she’s not stupid. Once we are settled on the couch, I watch with great humor as Carina adjusts my shirt around her thighs to maintain a modicum of privacy.
“I’ve already seen your pretty cunt,” I say with a slight wave of my hand. “You don’t need to be shy around me. After all, we are engaged.”
She parts her lips to say something, but clamps them shut at the chiming of a cell phone. Her entire face pales considerably and it’s worrisome. I snatch the purse from her shaking fingers and that jolts her.
“Wait!” She holds out her hands in a pleading manner, all but hugging me with her proximity. “Let me see who it is first.”
Carina doesn’t trust me very much and I have no intention of trying to win that from her at this moment. She’ll soon learn I’ll always do what’s best for me, and right now that includes looking after her.
Ignoring her sputtering protests, I toss back the flap. The pistol inside has me raising a brow at her while my lungs fill with hot air. Is she an assassin disguised as a temptress?
Maybe she’s a way better liar than I thought because I certainly fell for her charade…
I want to confront her about this but with the phone ringing, I can’t. Instead, I pick it up, noting it’s one of the three inside. That’s another line of questioning I’ll be exploring here shortly.
“Who’s phone is this?” I ask her. “Don’t lie to me, not this time.”
She gives me a curt nod. “That belongs to the enforcer.”
I answer it and press the device to my ear, tuning out Carina’s muffled shriek of horror.
“Is it done?”
The inquiry is Italian so I answer in kind, hoping to stall the discovery of the man’s death a little longer. I’m sure the local authorities already have his body in custody, so it’s only a matter of time before the man’s boss finds out. But securing a few extra hours won’t hurt.
“Yes.”
“Did the target know the identity of the person hiding behind the dark web?” the male on the other end asks.
“No.”
“Hmm…Did you have any trouble?”
“No,” I say. “It was quick.”
“Okay. Keep your phone close.”
The stranger hangs up and I tap the device on my thigh while gathering my thoughts. Carina doesn’t take long to interrupt them.
“Who was that and what did they say?”
I shrug. “I have no idea who I spoke to, but I told them I didn’t know the identity of the person behind the internet dealings, which we both know to be you. However, it won’t take long for someone to identify the enforcer and link you to his death.” I take the weapon in hand and gaze at it in interest, before giving Carina a pointed look. “Until then, you and I are going to have a little chat.”
Carina
