“Sure thing.” The line clicks off and he’s gone. A wave of regret hits me, crashing me against the jagged rocks of the shore.
“Really?” Kenzi raises a brow at me from across the helicopter. “We’ll talk about that later?”
I sigh.
“Are you saying that you know exactly how you’re going to approach her and spill your guts about being an assassin?”
Kenzi shrugs. “It’s not that hard.”
“Yeah?” I ask. “Go ahead. Tell me how you plan to explain all that before she goes in for the kill.”
She snorts but then bites her lip nervously.
“Exactly.” I point my finger at her. “Don’t pull that mightier-than-thou shit without thinking it through yourself.”
“What does it matter how we tell her?” she questions me. “Either way, she’s going to see it as a huge betrayal.”
“Probably run off to daddy’s,” Dima pipes up.
“And that’s after she guts you,” Maksim snorts.
“We’re all fucking comedians today,” I groan. “Why don’t we all sit silently and think our private thoughts?”
Andrei snorts. “This is certainly going to be the best vacation I’ve had in a while.”
Great.
“This guy’s a douche,” Dima growls into the comm line as we watch Ava’s dinner with Conrad O’Neill. He isn’t wrong. The man reeks of the worst kind of narcissism and misogyny. They barely sit down before he starts into his personal exploits about sheiks and presidents.
It is nauseating.
“Can I kill him?” Andrei growls when the man tries to order my wife a salad.
“Only if you can make it look like an accident in front of all these people.”
“Poison always works.” Kenzi smirks. “I’m sure I could sneak some in. Also, these people are all of Sully’s men. Wouldn’t matter if we made it look like an accident or not.”
“Right then.” Andrei smiles dangerously. “This will be good.”
“I have to admit.” Maksim grins, taking a sip of his wine as he watches the video screen of my wife dining with that fucking bastard. “She has definitely turned into a badass.”
“Must run in the family.” Dima winks at Kenzi, who rolls her eyes dramatically at his poor attempt at flirting.
“So does the sudden urge to murder people.” She shoots him a wink of her own and runs a finger across her throat.
It isn’t too long before their dinner arrives. Pride swells within me as I watch Ava break down the O’Neill boy bit by bit. She isn’t the usual woman he is used to dealing with. They are just empty, air-head bimbos looking for their next sugar daddy. It doesn’t bypass my attention that he isn’t aware she is the CEO.
He thinks we sent him the company whore.
A mistake he is currently regretting as Ava lays into him about his company’s sudden drop in shares and habit of overspending.
“Oh, shit,” Dima crows. Conrad O’Neill goes to leave but my wife won’t be dismissed so easily. Without blinking, she digs her steak knife into his hand, cutting through the skin like it is supple leather.
“Did I say you were dismissed.” She crooks her head to the side, her eyes wide and innocent. My cock jumps to attention. He calls her a psychotic bitch, but my body and mind are calling her perfect.
My perfect little psycho.
I don’t think my cock can get any harder.