Over the past eight years, she’s done well managing the girls and making sure the club runs like a well-oiled machine.
I almost forget she wasn’t born into this life because of how well she’s slipped into the role.
At least it’s one less person to worry about.
Unlike most of the employees at the club, Miss Deveroux doesn’t owe any money, and she’s not here to pay off someone else’s debt.
Staying here of her accord has its perks, but I like to make sure she’s still doing it for the right reasons.
Not having a life to go back to isn’t enough to keep someone loyal.
“Keep an eye on Ms. Harrison and report to me if you notice anything unusual.”
With a wave of my hand, I dismiss her, and she leaves without a backward glance.
I’m scowling at the laptop when Katia comes to find me with Nadia in tow.
The two assassins exchange a quick look before Katia leaves the office, pulling the door shut behind her. Nadia remains standing, her dark eyes focused on a blank spot beyond her.
“I understand you wanted to discuss a proposition with me,” I begin.
“Yes, sir.”
“You could have discussed business with Katia.”
“Katarina does not have the authority to make such decisions,” Nadia responds. “I am here to make myself useful.”
“You’ve already proven your worth.”
She’s one of the few people outside my network on the payroll.
Where Katia is all skill and subtlety, Nadia is commanding and unmistakable.
It’s not difficult to see why she’s one of the best freelance contractors in the business, but refusing to ally herself with any one family doesn’t sit well with me.
Nadia is only loyal to herself, and I’m not stupid enough to assume otherwise.
As long as she gets paid, she does what needs to be done, and there’s a certain clockwork efficiency about it that I admire.
“I want to do more,” Nadia says. “I’ve kept an eye on the couple like you asked. No harm will come to them on my watch.”
“Is this about money?”
Nadia shakes her head and looks away.
I tilt my head to look at her. “You want something else, don’t you?”
“I have a… friend. She’s been taken by some powerful people,” Nadia begins. “I warned her to tread carefully, but she did not listen.”
“And you want our help to get her back.”
Nadia lets her hands fall to her sides. “I will, of course, work off the favor in whatever manner you see fit.”
I lean against the desk and study her again, taking in the lithe frame and the faint outline of a gun underneath her skin-tight outfit.
Having Nadia’s services at my disposal can be beneficial.
The offer is too tempting to pass up.
