Who the hell is that?
Yikes. I don’t like the look of him at all.
He looks… scary.
Before I know what I’m doing, I’ve diverted myself away from Milo and am pretty much hiding behind a thick concrete pillar.
I peek out from behind the wide concrete and watch as a nervous looking Milo attempts a laugh. The man opposite him is unmoved and has dark, intimidating energy to him. Instinctively, I know that the last place I need to be is anywhere near that man, whoever he is.
He’s handsome, I’ll give him that. And the way he’s quite clearly intimidating Milo is doing something to me that I’m not sure I can control. If Milo is a Daddy and he’s acting like this around this man, the thought of what the stranger could make me do is making me feel all funny inside.
Eddie, get a grip.
You’re an adult.
You shouldn’t be hiding like this…
But it’s no good. The more I watch this man, the tighter I grip onto the concrete. There’s something about the man’s dark suit, his stern appearance, and the way he’s holding himself with total confidence…
Pffft.
I’m probably just horny.
I might need a night out with Robbie more than I think.
And just as the man begins to walk away from Milo and toward the exit, he shoots a look in my direction. I quickly move further around the pillar.
I don’t think he saw me.
He couldn’t have done.
But I definitely saw him… and that’s one face I’m not going to forget any time soon.
Even if hopefully I never see him again.
Chapter 2
Viktor
“Killers don’t announce themselves,” I say as I carefully wipe my gun for prints and place it down a drainage pipe. “One minute it’s just you. And thennothing.”
I look over toward the dead body slumped against the warehouse wall.
A shot to the chest, and one to the head.
Game over.
It’s not that I take any joy in killing. I don’t. It’s just part of my life. A part of the business. I know that one day it could be me slumped, my eyes open but blood pouring down my face. Business is business.
I take a final look around the warehouse, more out of habit than anything else, and walk out onto the gravelly road at the rear. My black BMW is pretty low key. It’s not the newest model, and it’s certainly not the fanciest either. But it gets me around the city and does so in a way that lets me fly under the radar.
Over the years I’ve seen men rise up in this game and the second they get some status or money, it’s all about the flashy cars and expensive champagne bottles at the club.
Fools.
Each and every one of them.
Men like that never last long. They get exposed, targeted, and taken out. It could be a jealous rival, a drugged up psychopath in the club, or even a disapproving pakhan. But however the end comes, it’s always been a case that the dead guy could have prevented it simply by not acting the fool.
