The King - S.R. Jones Page 0,73
others in this house will easily supply me with the Wi-Fi password.
Nope, letting me on the internet is probably not on Konstantin’s list of things to do. Still, I don’t need his permission, do I? I’ve got skills, so long as there’s no one about, I could go into the study and have a look around. Maybe, just maybe, use the computer in there?
It’s risky, but with the two men who scare me the most gone, it's not as risky as it could be.
I need to see what’s going on in the outside world. Aliens could have landed for all I know. I haven't seen the news for days. I’m completely cut off, isolated, and lonely.
So lonely.
I miss Suzy and Vanessa, and I miss my grandparents most of all.
Sighing, I decide I’m far too chicken to go sneaking around in Konstantin’s study, and instead, I head back to my room where I read for an hour until my breakfast has settled, and then I decide to go for a swim.
I won’t risk seeing another show like the one before because the man in question isn’t here. Thank God because I don’t think my blood pressure could take it. I’d probably spontaneously combust.
As I sneak out of my door, making sure to look around, I spy Liza climbing the stairs at the end of the corridor.
I’ve never gone up those stairs. I know what’s up there. It’s a turret room, in this faux modern castle of a house, but other than that, I have no clue what it’s used for.
Why would Liza be going up there?
Curiosity killed the cat, but this little kitty is far too intrigued not to follow. So I do. Creeping quietly along the landing, I climb the thankfully solid, not creaky, stairs to the turret room.
The low murmur of voices greets me as I step onto the tiny hallway before a set of slightly ajar double doors. There’s another door to my right, and it’s open. I peer in and step inside to see a tiny box room with nothing but an old spindly desk right behind the door and a chair in front of it, then four or five boxes under the window ledge. I could look at them, but I don’t. Something stops me from snooping, even though some might say I have every damn right.
“It’s not safe to fucking talk, stupid.” The voice floats to me from the turret room.
It’s Denis. I recognize his deep bass tones and thick accent.
“You’re the stupid one!”
Liza this time. What the hell is she and Denis discussing? I exit the box room and walk to the partially open doors, keeping my footfall quiet.
“You were the one who told me that he’d give me money and send me away. You.”
She’s livid, I can tell by the tone of her voice. What she’s saying is incendiary.
Hardly daring to breathe, I listen intently.
“It’s not safe to talk,” Denis growls.
“Tough, arsewipe,” she spits in reply. “You got me into this situation, and this is the only time Konstantin and Vasily aren’t going to be here. He’s going to find out this isn’t his baby, and then what?”
“I don’t know, Printsessa, I don’t have the answers.”
“You better come up with some, because if you think I won’t tell him you’re the father…”
I gasp and then freeze. Oh, God, did they hear me?
“You do that, and I’ll kill you,” Denis says.
I’m so relieved they didn’t hear me, I don’t freak out at him threatening to kill Liza.
“What? Kill the mother of your child? And how do you think K will react if he finds me dead. Poor old me, dead at the hands of his big thug.” She puts on a silly voice as she speaks. “What will he do to the big lug who did such a thing? He’ll fucking eviscerate you.”
I’m almost as shocked at her knowing the word eviscerate as I am at her and Denis being a thing. Why would any woman who has Konstantin lower herself to play around with Denis?
The next words from Denis provide an answer.
“Don’t forget, you came to me when he deserted you, and I was there for you, picked up the pieces.”
“You screwed me, Denis. You hardly put my heart back together. Don’t think that I don’t know what your motivations were. You hate the way he and Vasily and Bohdan talk about you. Hate the way they call you stupid, and you’re pissed at him, deep down. We fucked one another because we