story?” Kane presses on.
“Bortsov is hanging on to life at the Chelsea and Westminster. If he makes it through the next couple of hours, then he must be fucking blessed or something. It looks like poison…..same as the hooker from Sky’s documentary or so the early indications show. But they haven’t confirmed all the test results yet.”
“Bortsov is not my concern, Jack. He’s not calling the shots strapped up to life support.” Kane throws a look to his team. Storm and Dalton instinctively understand the hidden message. “So who is the threat?”
“We are grasping at straws here, Kane. Someone close to Alexei want s him dead. The woman who attacked Sky at the Hilton is the key to all of this. The hooker was just an unfortunate side show, we are guessing. Sky poked her pretty little nose in and now they / whoever want to shut her up before she digs any deeper. That niggle in her mind she keeps talking about is the answer to all of this. And someone wants to make sure she never finds out what that niggle is. This mess just got fucking messier, Kane”
Kane snatches the phone away fro m his ear. He gestures to the Russians. “Start talking. Tell us everything you know. Who might want Alexei Bortsov dead? And make it fast……because that woman in there making you coffee and fetching you something to ease your pain? Someone wants to shut her up permanently……and that is making me really, really angry. You understand?”
Chapter Thirteen
Natalya slides herself off his cock, pulls down her skirt and reaches for a cigarette. She takes a singular long slow drag before handing the nicotine tube to the overweight and sweaty man with the big, fat grin on his face.
She eyes him cautiously feeling only repulsion. Yet she pouts playfully before speaking. “I’m still unsure, my love. Maybe we should have waited before poisoning Alexei. The timing was all wrong. Now the English Police will put two and two together…..they will realise that Alexei is not the one who is trying to erase that fucking journalist. And what happens if Alexei doesn’t die?”
“Alexei will die. You had enough in the syringe, didn’t you? Tell me again what he looked at when you were sucking his cock and stuck the needle in.”
“I’ve told you two times already.” Natalya turns away from his face.
“Then tell me again. It will make my cock hard once more and then you can suck me off. You love to suck me off, don’t you , my sweet.”
She forces a wide smile and lies through her teeth. “I live for it, my love.”
***
Luckily, the neighbours bought the story that the commotion and noise w ere merely boisterous party antics taken too far. Jean was on the verge of calling in the Police when she saw four strangers leave the coastal house looking dishevelled and battle weary despite Viktor’s friendly wave to her as he and his guys exited the driveway. I was duly sent to bat my baby blues and provide reassurance that all was well at Creek Haven .
Now that this Safe House has been effectively breached, we are on the move again. We rush through our goodbyes to the neighbours as Kane leads our convoy out of Mylor Village heading east. We have all heard of the saying ‘ hidden in plain sight’ right? So that is why we are headed back to London as that is the last place anyone would expect to find me.
Kane draws my hand into his and thumbs across my knuckles. He senses my anxiety regarding returning to London. I am anxious yet I trust his judgement. We have driven in silence for the majority of the journey so I jump slightly when he suddenly speaks.
“We haven’t had time to talk about last night. I think we need to make sure we are on the same page before we get to the new house and are surrounded by the others, don’t you?” He shoots me a side glance.
Instantly, I feel a sense of dread. I’m not
“Bortsov is hanging on to life at the Chelsea and Westminster. If he makes it through the next couple of hours, then he must be fucking blessed or something. It looks like poison…..same as the hooker from Sky’s documentary or so the early indications show. But they haven’t confirmed all the test results yet.”
“Bortsov is not my concern, Jack. He’s not calling the shots strapped up to life support.” Kane throws a look to his team. Storm and Dalton instinctively understand the hidden message. “So who is the threat?”
“We are grasping at straws here, Kane. Someone close to Alexei want s him dead. The woman who attacked Sky at the Hilton is the key to all of this. The hooker was just an unfortunate side show, we are guessing. Sky poked her pretty little nose in and now they / whoever want to shut her up before she digs any deeper. That niggle in her mind she keeps talking about is the answer to all of this. And someone wants to make sure she never finds out what that niggle is. This mess just got fucking messier, Kane”
Kane snatches the phone away fro m his ear. He gestures to the Russians. “Start talking. Tell us everything you know. Who might want Alexei Bortsov dead? And make it fast……because that woman in there making you coffee and fetching you something to ease your pain? Someone wants to shut her up permanently……and that is making me really, really angry. You understand?”
Chapter Thirteen
Natalya slides herself off his cock, pulls down her skirt and reaches for a cigarette. She takes a singular long slow drag before handing the nicotine tube to the overweight and sweaty man with the big, fat grin on his face.
She eyes him cautiously feeling only repulsion. Yet she pouts playfully before speaking. “I’m still unsure, my love. Maybe we should have waited before poisoning Alexei. The timing was all wrong. Now the English Police will put two and two together…..they will realise that Alexei is not the one who is trying to erase that fucking journalist. And what happens if Alexei doesn’t die?”
“Alexei will die. You had enough in the syringe, didn’t you? Tell me again what he looked at when you were sucking his cock and stuck the needle in.”
“I’ve told you two times already.” Natalya turns away from his face.
“Then tell me again. It will make my cock hard once more and then you can suck me off. You love to suck me off, don’t you , my sweet.”
She forces a wide smile and lies through her teeth. “I live for it, my love.”
***
Luckily, the neighbours bought the story that the commotion and noise w ere merely boisterous party antics taken too far. Jean was on the verge of calling in the Police when she saw four strangers leave the coastal house looking dishevelled and battle weary despite Viktor’s friendly wave to her as he and his guys exited the driveway. I was duly sent to bat my baby blues and provide reassurance that all was well at Creek Haven .
Now that this Safe House has been effectively breached, we are on the move again. We rush through our goodbyes to the neighbours as Kane leads our convoy out of Mylor Village heading east. We have all heard of the saying ‘ hidden in plain sight’ right? So that is why we are headed back to London as that is the last place anyone would expect to find me.
Kane draws my hand into his and thumbs across my knuckles. He senses my anxiety regarding returning to London. I am anxious yet I trust his judgement. We have driven in silence for the majority of the journey so I jump slightly when he suddenly speaks.
“We haven’t had time to talk about last night. I think we need to make sure we are on the same page before we get to the new house and are surrounded by the others, don’t you?” He shoots me a side glance.
Instantly, I feel a sense of dread. I’m not
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