Total pages in book: 187
Estimated words: 177397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 887(@200wpm)___ 710(@250wpm)___ 591(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 177397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 887(@200wpm)___ 710(@250wpm)___ 591(@300wpm)
“Okay. But on one condition.”
He no longer looks sympathetic.
Murderous is more suitable for his scowl.
“Can we keep this between us? I will tell Nikita when the time is right, but I don’t want Aleena finding out about it just yet.”
I can’t discourage my sister for marrying for money when it looks like I am willing to do anything to get it. I also don’t want her to know I am involved with a married man. The emotions she displayed when she confessed that she had been cheated on shows her opinion on adulteresses. I don’t want her to ever look at me like that. It will ruin the progress that has taken twelve years to initiate.
Maksim collects the duffle bag from the floor, doubling the output of my heart, before twisting to face me. “You looked out for Nikita when I couldn’t. For that alone, I will be forever in your debt.” I get misty-eyed when he murmurs, “Just don’t hurt her. Because that is not something I will ever forgive.”
He doesn’t need words to hear my promise, so he leaves without them.
52
ANDRIK
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Konstantine scans the information in front of him. “This is bigger than the federation. It is a globally recognized army in the millions. We won’t be able to compete if the spark you’re attempting to ignite turns into an inferno.”
I jerk up my chin, never surer of anything in my life. “That’s the point. I don’t want to compete against him. I want him to take down the federation permanently.”
Konstantine waits a beat before breathing out slowly. “All right.” He inputs the details needed to spread my ruse into international waters while saying, “Just make sure my grave is dug the standard six feet. I don’t want any bears digging up my corpse.”
The fact he thinks I’ll come out of this exchange alive shows the lack of faith he has in my plan. I’d usually dislodge bullets for the disrespect, but since the steps I’m putting into play are to achieve the exact opposite, I swallow my pride for the hundredth time in the past two hours and impatiently wait for the final pieces to be placed down.
“Is that it? Is it done?”
“Uploaded as per your specifications. I just need to hit send,” Konstantine answers, his tone off. I learn why when he murmurs, “I’m still not sure about this. This seems almost suicidal.”
He hits the nail on the head, but I can’t tell him that. Instead, I take the defensive route because it will favor me as much as the latest ploy we just instigated.
“I don’t pay you for your opinion. I pay you to protect my assets.” He looks seconds from defending himself, so I talk faster. “Assets that are being squandered to nothing because you left me open to infiltration.”
Konstantine’s hacking talents are undeniably impressive, but I learn his street smarts are just as on par as his computer skills. “That shit ain’t on me. I protect your digital footprint. That”—he thrusts his hand at my crotch—“has always been your responsibility.” He sinks into his chair, tsking and moaning on the way. “I also ain’t falling for your shit. Nor will I fall on the knife for him.” The way he spits out “him” leaves no doubt as to who he is referencing. He is talking about our father. “If you want to fire me, fire me. But I ain’t leaving without an exemplary employment history because I earned that fucking right. Years of dedication earned me that right.”
I don’t have time to play games, so I get to the point. “You’re fired. Your severance will be forwarded to you this afternoon. Don’t bother packing your things. I will have someone do it for you.”
“You’ll have someone do it for me.” He huffs out a laugh. “Who? You let them all go. Anouska. Lilia. Mikhail. Zoya.” His last name stings the most. “You’ve thinned your crew down to nothing in hours, so you’ve got no one left to boss around.” He looks like he wants to spit in my face. “But I guess that’s the point, isn’t it? The fewer attachments, the less carnage. You’ve just failed to realize you can’t do this without me.”
I scoff before shaking my head. His cockiness is pathetic. I taught him everything he knows. When you come knocking at my father’s door, seeking a handout from a man who refuses to pay a single cent in child support, you learn quick smart that the only thing you will inherit from him is a vigorous hairline and a big cock.
When my glare tells Konstantine he would be nothing without me, he changes tactics. “I’m not leaving. I came into this family with nothing, so I don’t care if I leave with the same.”