Chapter 69
The Assassin - Yelena
“What do you mean you can’t locate them? They must be underground! I want them found and I need the bitch bringing in. Is that clear?” I pause and wait for the man on the other end of the mobile to say something. He is quiet, the coward. Why I bothered to hire him is beyond me, but he was one of the closest to Nico and could be trusted by the Don himself.
As far as I was concerned it was an easy job. Andrewkov was easy to buy, money talks. It’s the oldest saying in the book and it stands true today. Money is all they know about; all they care about. Ha, well now Nico has something else that he cares about. His precious fucking mafia princess, Lucky Gianluca.
I’ve been stalking him for longer than he even realizes, and boy when he discovers who I am and my connection he is going to be beside himself. The whole fucking lot of them will be shocked. There are some secrets that not even they know. It feels good to be so powerful over them and trust me I have waited many, many years for this.
Excitement fills my body; my veins are running on the thrill of it all and adrenaline. “Like I said, Yelena they have gone into the tunnels. I can’t get to them there they will have weapons. Besides, I need to get the fuck out of here before one of Aurora’s team gets me.”
“I haven’t finished with you yet, Andrew,” my voice is curt, and I know for a fact that he hates me calling him Andrew. Apparently, it is way to Western for his liking. Once a Russian always a Russian. So they say. I myself have a Russian mother, and the family I was taken into of course were Russian.
My poor mother never stood a chance with the man she fell pregnant with and that took a long time to discover. My parentage that is, who my father is.
The fuckers will all pay one by one, and I will not let Nico marry Lucky Gianluca, she will be mine to deal with and one day I will get her. Let’s just say that it wasn’t my intention to actually kill her the first or the second time. I like to send messages to unnerve them, and it seems that the great and mighty Nico Santangelo is now running with his tail between his legs.
How long have I been stalking him? Let’s just say my thirst for that man has been with me for a very long time. Ever since he was announced as the heir to the Santangelo family. He has piqued my interest to the point that now I will do anything I can to hurt him and where it’s going to hurt the most is taking something away from him that he loves.
The fucking idiot, he never should have tried to go for the alliance because him needing to marry Lucky has put him in a weak and vulnerable position. All it has done is made my job that much easier. She is a target, and I will use everything I have to get her and get to him.
What has Nico ever done to me you wonder - that I can’t divulge right now but you will find out soon enough, just like he will. The poor bastard, I can imagine he is trying his best to find out about me, what the connection is and how he can trap me and put a stop to all that I am doing.
Well, we will see about that. Nobody takes me down, besides I have the backing of my family even though they have made peace with the Santangelo family all those years ago, before Nico’s time. I am not interested in peace. My stake is in revenge, for something that Nico owes me.
I get it isn’t his fault that he is born to the old man Santangelo, but I don’t care about that. It’s him I want to see suffer for everything that was taken from me.
“You have an exit point, Andrew use it if you can’t get to them. Is there another way out of the tunnels perhaps?”
“Listen, Yelena none of that matters. He has two helicopters coming for them, there will be a different way out of the tunnels that I don’t know about. Villessey is his closest guard. I cannot take down to helicopters. You should have involved more men on the ground. Don’t you have a fucking army?”
I seethe at the way he speaks to me and remind myself that as soon as he is clear from the perimeter of Nico’s property, to blow his fucking head off. He is useless to me now and that is simply put what happens to people who are no longer needed.
Everyone is disposable in my world. I haven’t got to this point by having feelings for the people I use to get what I want and by now, Nico Santangelo should be worrying about me.
I’m on his turf. “Where will they head? I need a location.” My voice is demanding.
“I have no fucking idea; he has places everywhere. Some I don’t even know of. The guy you should have paid and blackmailed is Villessey, he is the closest.”
Blackmail always works a treat, I only had to follow Andrewkov for a month or two to discover his little habits. Sex with young girls just legal, cocaine filled party nights, the gambling. And a wife at home who wouldn’t want to see those images, Nico would have fired him on the spot if he knew what Andrewkov was up to. So yeah, fuck it, blackmail was the easiest option to get him on my side. Men are so fucking easy, grab them by the balls and they’ll do pretty much anything for you.
“You are dismissed, Andrew you are useless to me now,” I know he understands exactly what that means. “Get yourself out of there and pray you don’t get a bullet to the head the moment you do.” I hang up and knock back the black, strong coffee that sits on the side table in my office where I have the blinds drawn.
My feet are up on my polished marble desk, I have a cigarette in my hand and light it. Exhaling I count to one hundred, knowing precisely how long it will take for the dumb fucker to clear the grounds without anyone being able to discover him.
I stub my cigarette out and reach back for the mobile, I wait for the person on the other end to pick up. “Take the fucking shot.”