Perfect Monster – The Oligarchs Read Online B.B. Hamel

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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 85089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
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“You overestimate your son’s critical thinking abilities. I’ve worked much too hard arranging this alliance with the Drozdov Bratva to allow everything to go up in flames because your brainless, simpering, little man-child son decided to blow the brains out of a Ramos Cartel daughter.”

A long silence. I gripped my wineglass tight and had to calm myself before I shattered the thing in my palm.

“You’re right. I’ll find Manzi, and we will make things right. The alliance with the Drozdov Bratva will not be affected.”

“Make sure that it isn’t. The MacKennas have been pushing into the south for months now, and you will lose territory if you cannot muster the strength to stop them. This alliance is your last chance.”

And my best shot at the kind of revenge I’d dreamed of for a long time.

But I didn’t say that out loud.

“It will be done, Roman.”

“See that it is.”

I hung up the phone and resisted the urge to hurl it at the wall.

Deep breath in, deep breath out. I imagined Cassie standing next to me, breathing along in rhythm.

Her hands on my chest. Her lips near my throat.

I never lost control like this. I didn’t know what it was—maybe the girl, maybe the situation. There was pressure, plenty of pressure, but I was used to high stakes.

It had to be the girl then.

Which was confusing. I’d tasted plenty of women in my time, enough that a pretty girl wasn’t enough to draw my interest anymore.

But there was something about her. Maybe those lips, or that perfect, doll-like face, or the body she kept hidden beneath her baggy clothing, or the way she’d stood up to Manzi with that surprised and pissed-off stare, or maybe it was that sudden weakness she’d revealed in the car—

Or any number of things that made me want to get to know her.

A soft knock at the door. “Come in.”

Erick stepped into the room. He was the only other person awake inside. “House is secure.”

“How many men on the grounds?”

“Ten. I can have more on the way if you’d prefer.”

“Ten will be enough. Giatno won’t move on me tonight, and the Ramos Cartel won’t find out about Dia until morning. The police might be a problem, but I’ll deal with them.” I rubbed my temples, plans spinning like interlocking gears, wheels turning over and over and over.

And behind it all was Cassie. Those lips, those eyes.

The way she’d looked at me as she came out of her panic attack, sucking air deep into those lungs, her breasts pressing up against that oversized jacket of hers, those pink lips parted slightly to show the gap in her teeth.

Fuck, what was wrong with me?

“What an interesting night.” Erick was the master of understatement. He walked to my side table and poured himself a drink.

“This is going to be a problem. Giatno will try and cover up for his son. That boy is his biggest weakness, God knows why since he’s not worth the effort.”

“You think he’ll try and hurt the girl?”

“I’m positive he will. Leave men in the area. Make sure she’s watched and protected.”

Erick sipped his drink. I’d known him a very long time, ever since we were children. His father had worked for my father, doing all sorts of very interesting things. They’d met in the 1970s when Erick’s father was still working as a West German intelligence operative and my family was still in Russia. Erick had learned plenty of trade secrets and more than a few deadly skills from his old man, and he was about as dangerous as anyone I’d met. But more than that, I valued Erick as my closest friend and confidant. He had a sharp mind and understood my life better than anyone else.

“What is it about the girl you find so interesting?”

I frowned at him over my glass. “You know how I feel about collateral damage.”

He waved that away. “You’re not so obsessed that you’ll pay men to hang around a beach town in the winter. Why’s this girl different?”

“She’s the only proof I have of what Manzi did. She’s worth something.” It was a good excuse. Not the truth, but close enough.

“Perhaps that’s true, but a video of her story would be more than enough. She’s disposable, if you want her to be.”

I sighed and sat down behind my desk. Erick lingered near the window, looking out at the night, and glanced in my direction.

“She’s only a girl. You’re reading too much into this.”

A little smile quirked at his lips. “I don’t think I am, but I won’t push. When was the last time you had a good fuck?”

I grimaced. “I’m sure you could ask Roza.” My personal assistant. She scheduled everything.

And I mean everything.

“Ah, you know how things are with her. I’d rather not.”

“I appreciate you worrying about my physical needs, but that’s not within the purview of your job.”


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