Series: Series by Ker Dukey
Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
I look up at Z in his gray sweatpants and black T-shirt and down at myself in the same. Not exactly our usual, high-class attire.
“We were in a hurry,” I grumble in defense.
“Acid won’t work in the types of bathtubs you get over here. It will melt straight through, so we need to cut the bodies up,” Z says too casually, completely ignoring her confusion about our clothes.
“I know that should creep me out,” she mutters, “but the fact that it doesn't, does that make me the bigger freak or him?”
Grinning at her, I shake my head and sit down onto the seat next to her.
“We saw you with bruises the night before this. Is Jeremiah’s violence well known to his brother Adam?”
Swallowing, she looks down, shame washing over her features and heating her cheeks. “He gets possessive. Adam knows that.”
An idea forms in my head. “You can say you got into it with Jeremiah. He’d been drinking and knocked you around and then left in the car. Never came home. You went to bed and woke up. He still wasn’t home.”
“We'll get rid of his body.” Z nods, liking this idea.
I place a hand on her knee and gently squeeze. “We passed a ravine on the way here. I say we load his body into the car and make sure it crashes with a fiery ending into the ravine.”
“It’ll get rid of him and the blood evidence Alyona drenched the car in,” Z says, finishing my thoughts for me.
“Make it look like an accident.” She nods and takes a few seconds to think it through. Then she asks, “And the girl?”
“You said you met her in the club and Adam took her home, right?” I raise a brow in question.
“Yes. She was there to see what you two were up to. Yuri sent her here to spy along with her uncle. She wasn’t here for me.”
“Motherfucker,” Z snarls, seething with anger. “That man knows no boundaries. Does he think we would let him snoop on our business with no consequences?”
“He’s never had to answer for anything he’s done,” Alyona snaps, fuming. “Why would he fear consequences? There are no consequences for him.”
That’s not news. We will deal with Yuri later. This time he will answer. Vlad has changed since becoming a father. His loyalties are in protecting their son, and whether he’d like to admit it or not, he knows Yuri poses a serious threat to all those around him. The piece of shit has already rejected two children for failing to conform to his strict expectations. What will happen when his grandchildren don’t adhere to the same rules? If someone can get to Yuri and take him off the board, I think Vlad would secretly be relieved.
“The girl?” Alyona urges, drawing my attention back to the task at hand.
“Adam has prior complaints against him from women that all got dropped–”
“What?” Alyona interrupts me, waving her hand. “You just barely met him. How do you already know that?”
“You can find out a lot in a few hours,” I inform her.
Of course, as soon as I met the Cunningham brothers, I was going to do my research. Adam owns logistics companies that ship everything and anything in and out of the country. He invests in legitimate companies in financial trouble, uses them to produce counterfeit pharmaceuticals, consumables, and luxury goods, and then ships that junk through his own company.
On top of that, he moves drugs for local biker gangs.
It took one phone call to Viktor to learn that about him.
The criminal complaints are documented online by a blog called, “Rich boy privilege.”
“Unbelievable.” She groans, dropping her head against the back of the couch. “I didn’t know he had allegations against him. But I can believe it.”
“We put the girl in his trunk,” Z says, speaking my line of thinking.
“Yes. And then ring in an anonymous tip,” I finish with a grin.
“You beautiful bastards.” Alyona laughs in astonishment. “That’s brilliant.”
“Let’s get to work.”
Chapter Fourteen
Alyona
“It’s hard not to take offense that you left us to live here with him,” Rodion sneers down his nose, looking at Jeremiah’s small cock.
“It’s complicated,” I offer weakly.
Oddly, seeing Jeremiah like this doesn’t make me feel anything. Just mad about what the repercussions will be. I wish she hadn’t killed him.
“Uncomplicate it,” he demands. The tone from last night is back in his voice.
Hurt. Anger. Hate.
My stomach twists, and a lump forms in my throat. I don’t want him to hate me.
“I would always choose you, Ro, you and Z both over any man if given the choice. But choices aren’t something I have the luxury of.”
It’s as close to the truth as I can get.
“You’re talking in riddles,” he growls, smoldering with bitterness.
Dragging Jeremiah’s body from the bed, with little effort, he allows it to thud to the floor without care.