Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“One hell of a beautiful spider’s web,” I mutter as I walk to the fridge.
I’m surprised to find the fridge stocked with water and various juices. I help myself to a cold bottle of water, and as I take small sips, I peek into a laundry room.
Not a single thing seems to be out of place.
I open a random door and stare at the pantry that’s easily the size of my bedroom back home. The walls are lined with shelves that are stocked with food and other supplies.
Good God, we can probably survive months up here in the mountains before we’d have to venture out.
I remember hearing Dominik is a hermit, and now that I’ve seen his house, it confirms it.
Why did he bring me here? It can’t be just because I don’t annoy him.
There’s no way I’ll believe a man like Dominik doesn’t expect anything from me.
A chill creeps down my spine, and it has me rushing out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
I pass a closed door and head for the second bedroom. When I step inside, my luggage is neatly placed by a closet. There’s a kingsized bed covered with white bedding that has a mountain range printed in black on it.
There’s an empty table and a stool, and another door, which I guess leads to a bathroom.
I shut the bedroom door behind me, and seeing a key, I quickly lock it before walking to the window. Staring at the mesmerizing view, my teeth tug at my bottom lip.
I won’t be able to stay in this room forever, and I’m not stupid to think a locked door will keep Dominik from coming in.
It’s only then I realize Dominik gave me my own room. He’s not insisting that I share a bed with him.
My eyes widen at the thought and hope trickles into my chest.
So far, he’s gone out of his way to set me at ease. The closest we’ve come to being intimate are the two times he kissed me on the forehead.
I glance over my shoulder at the locked door. “Do I dare trust him?”
DOMINIK
After showering and putting on a pair of black cargo pants and a T-shirt, I head to my office.
Knowing Grace is in the house somewhere, the air feels different
I key in the security code that opens the door, and stepping into my office, the lights automatically come on.
It cost me billions to secure this piece of the mountain and to have this state-of-the-art house built. I had to grease quite a few palms to make it all happen, but it was worth it.
I have another house in Bratislava, which I seldom use. It’s just for backup should someone come looking for me on the mountain. Evinka uses it whenever she’s in Slovakia.
The monitors covering the left wall all come on, showing a variety of information and every security camera in and around the house.
I find the kitchen’s feed, and not seeing Grace, I search through the other feeds. Not being able to locate her anywhere, I assume she’s in her bedroom.
I’m not worried because I know Grace isn’t stupid enough to try going down the mountain on foot.
I take a seat at my desk and pull my phone out of my pocket. Noticing messages from Evinka, I open the chat and read them all.
I found an airfield in Puerto Aguirre where we can land. From there, it will take four and a half hours by boat to get to the island. I’ve bought us a yacht.
I’ve arranged for an architect to design a fortress. He said building can start in a month or so if we’re prepared to pay some bribes.
Do you want to wait and see what Ian does, or should I start contacting his buyers?
Deciding to answer via a voice message, I say, “Good work with the airfield and yacht. Pay whoever we have to so work can start on the island. I want the fortress up and running as soon as possible.” I stare at her last question, then reply, “Start contacting Devlin’s buyers. The sooner we cut ties with him, the better.”
At first, I was willing to let him keep fifty percent of his business, but after he slapped Grace, that changed. Now I’m taking everything.
Opening my secured laptop, I check every deal Evinka’s been working on and notice there’s one for an MBRL.
Seeing Santiago Castro is behind the deal, I wonder why he needs a fucking multi-barrel rocket launcher.
Surely the bratva won’t look for shit with Santiago? Then again, South America is a big territory for drugs and smuggling.
I pick up my phone and search through my contact list for Santiago’s number. I press dial and listen as the phone rings a few times before he answers, “It’s been a while, Varga. Are you calling to tell me my order is ready?”