“I can’t guarantee to keep this bit of information to myself.” I pat his shoulder. “But since we’ve been through thick and thin together, I’ll pretend I heard nothing as long as you back the fuck off.”
His shoulders tense beneath my touch and I think he’ll punch me or something, but his palpable anger slowly subsides.
“This isn’t over, you little fuck.”
I make a face at his back and go to escort Kirill out of the restaurant. Since this meeting was requested by the Yakuza, there’s an army of their guards around the property. We got a copy of their security plan, so we know the best exits in case of an attack.
I nod at Damien’s senior guard, Vladislav, and he nods back as we head in the same direction. Where his boss is impulsive and trigger happy, Vladislav is as calm as a mountain. And no, it’s not the same stoic mountain that Viktor resembles.
Vladislav is down to earth, wise, and has a silent presence. I’m going to guess he’s one of the main reasons Damien hasn’t already gotten himself killed.
Rai’s guard, Katya, silently joins us. I’ve always liked her, though I’ve never shown it due to the obvious animosity between her boss and mine.
Like me, she’s a girl who’s making her way in a man’s world. Rai, who’s a huge advocate of women in the organization, personally handpicked her and helped make her this powerful.
The only difference between Katya and me is that she doesn’t hide the fact that she’s a woman. Yes, she gets shit about it from everyone since she’s the only female guard, but she just ignores them and does her thing.
I wish I had that luxury. If I’d met Kirill as a woman, would he have let me be his female guard?
What the hell am I talking about? A leader in this misogynistic organization wouldn’t let a woman protect him. He’d be seen as weak and hiding behind her skirt.
It’s different in Rai’s case because she’s a woman herself, so having a female guard isn’t as weirdly viewed.
Besides, if I had presented myself as a woman, I probably wouldn’t have met him in the army and none of this twisted fate would’ve happened.
Once Katya speeds ahead of us, probably to avoid being with us as much as possible, Vladislav falls in step beside me. “How many cars do you have?”
“Two including the main one. You?”
“Same. But we didn’t know about this meeting, so we have six men in total.”
“Eight for us.”
“You have any idea where your boss is taking mine?”
“I have the same information you do.”
He stops and fixates me with his blank expression. “I don’t like this, Aleksander. I don’t like being kept in the dark.”
“You think I’m a fan?” All I know is that Kirill received a huge backlash from Juan’s cartel after the failure of the last mission.
We’re having problems, and as a result, the shipment has been postponed indefinitely. Juan is a very careful man, probably because he’s been betrayed more than anyone can count. So despite Kirill’s reassurances that the security would be doubled, Juan wouldn’t hear of it.
Of course, no one in the organization knows about this. Kirill merely told them that there’s a delay in the upcoming shipment, but that it’s minor and nothing to worry about.
I’m guessing he has something on Damien and will use it to get him to his side, but I have no clue how he intends to do that or when.
All I know is that it’s crucial Damien joins us instead of Rai, who’s coming on strong in the race toward the throne, especially since her marriage. It doesn’t help that she’s been particularly antagonistic toward Kirill.
“Two high-risk meetings in one day isn’t something I approve of,” Vladislav continues.
“I’m the same.” I’m just praying for this day to end already so I can be alone with Kirill.
Well, not in that sense, but I’m his night guard again and I get to sit opposite him while he works, then eventually falls asleep.
This morning, I found myself on his bed while he was getting dressed. I might have pretended to still be asleep so I could watch the erotic show like a creep.
It doesn’t matter how many times I see him naked, he still has the same effect on me as he did the first time.
Only now, I get this squeeze of pain whenever I see the bullet scars on his chest. I think I’ll have this sense of guilt for the rest of my life.
Vladislav merely gives me a look that says, This is all because of your boss, then heads inside. I catch a glimpse of Kirill stepping out of the restaurant with Damien, who’s clearly not amused.
Jesus.
How is it possible that I’m only focused on Kirill as if the whole world around him doesn’t exist?
All I can see is his impressive physique and his long legs eating up the distance to where the cars are.
I follow the others but stop when I catch something in my peripheral vision.
Rai freezes for a moment in front of a kid with dark blond hair and green eyes.
“Auntie…？” he calls in a brittle voice, but she’s completely out of sorts. A look of subtle panic covers her features, but it soon disappears when a man carries the child and apologizes to her as he takes him back into the restaurant.
I walk backward for a moment, my eyes meeting Rai’s for a fraction of a second before I look ahead.
There’s a story between her and that kid, a story that I could use to protect Kirill if she attempts to tell the others that she caught him with a ‘man’ or that he’s gay.
I catch up with the others as Kirill and Damien get in the back of the car.
Vladislav insists that Damien’s driver substitutes for Yuri. Either that or he substitutes for me, so I go with the former, despite the discomfort at having to trust someone else other than Yuri with the driving.
Rai sprints in front of me and starts to shove herself into the back seat before I can close the door.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Kirill snaps at her.
“Take me back with you.”
“You have your own car.”
“It’s broken down. Ruslan is trying to fix it.”
“Do I look like a taxi to you?”
“Well, you could be.”
“Leave, Rai.” Damien takes a sip from the bottle of vodka he brought along. “Kirill and I have a meeting.”
“Then do it after you drop me off,” she says.
Kirill shrugs. “Or I can just throw you out.”
“You just wasted a minute. We would’ve arrived faster if we’d taken off already. Besides…Abe told me something after you left.”
“Who cares what that delusional old man says?” Damien swallows another gulp.
Kirill pauses before motioning at the driver to go. I look back at Rai, then immediately stare ahead. It’s better not to get her suspicious.
The car rolls down the street as we sit in relative silence. I’m still uncomfortable about this unexpected change of events. Like Vladislav, I’m wary about anything that doesn’t go according to plan. It started after that army mission in which we lost most of our men.
“What did Abe say?” Kirill asks.
“It’s about Damien.” She peeks at him. “Don’t you want to know?”