The God (Bratva Blood #3)- S.R. Jones Page 0,58

I’ve grown to quite like Konstantin, and so I hate spying on him. He’s seen my talent, and the minute he did, he didn’t want to sleep with me. He has morals. Yes, he’s a mob boss, or rather ex-mob boss, but the man definitely has morals. Yet, despite him walking away from it all, still the Order wants me to spy on him. Why?

I sigh and pick at my trousers. How did I get into this mess? I’m utterly terrified. I know there can’t be anything good to come of the way the Order reacted to my Corfu invite. I don’t want to have to harm Konstantin.

I think the reason I like Konstantin is because he saw my talent, which is my true calling, and loved my art. Recognized it and what it is trying to convey, which means he recognized me. My art is the only authentic thing about the Zoey I am now, other than my first name, and he liked it.

The few days I spent on Corfu were lovely, and I was treated more like a friend than a guest. I didn’t stay on the property Andrius owns, but I did spend an afternoon there around the pool. There were armed men, and I noted how many for the Order; of course, I counted Konstantin and Andrius who are both weapons in and of themselves. Andrius in particular. That man puts the fear of God into me.

Andrius is cold, clinical, and he sees a lot.

So does Vasily, I think.

Konstantin, he’s more … bullish. He scares me less in some ways because if you crossed him, he’d go for you, but he’s too busy getting things done to analyze everything. Not Andrius. His ghostly eyes are always watching. He doesn’t miss a damn thing.

I don’t think Vasily misses much either. If I have sex with Vasily, it will make me even less secure in this crazy world I’ve found myself plunged into. Then again, it might help with my plan.

My plan is to betray the Order and tell Konstantin I’ve been spying on him, beg his forgiveness, and ask for his help. It’s a shitty plan, but I have no other choice. I don’t think the Order will ever let me go. They have said they will before and then always find something new for me to do.

As if to prove my point, my phone buzzes, and I glance down to see the text I’ve been dreading.

7pm The Royal Victoria. Room 245.

Damn.

That evening at 7pm I’m dressed for drinks, and sex, but approaching a hotel room where neither will happen. I rap on the door once, and it opens immediately. Hazel brown eyes regard me coolly. Number Two.

He’s my least favorite. The others, Number One and Number Three are sitting in chairs, sipping at glasses of water.

Number One points to the chair opposite his and pushes it out with his foot for me to sit in. I do as he indicates.

“How did Corfu go?” he asks.

I sigh and shrug. “It went well, but I didn’t get to spend much time on the property with them all.”

“What did you see when you did?” Number Two demands.

“It looks like what Konstantin said it was, which you already know, from my report. It’s a legitimate business, one they’re building with UK based Special Forces personnel. They are heavily armed and will be training men in ultra-close protection.”

“If you needed to get close to Konstantin, could you?”

I snort-laugh. “Erm, no. Close how? He’s in love with Cassie, so not in that way. And if you mean close to spy on, I doubt they’ll be inviting me up daily. It’s Andrius’ property, and he’s paranoid.”

“And Konstantin isn’t?” Number One asks.

“He is, but it’s as if he’s … he’s let his guard down a bit, I suppose. I think it’s being in love, being out in the sun. Being happy maybe for the first time, and that’s pure conjecture on my part.”

“Did you spend any other time with them?”

“We went to the beach.”

Number Two leans forward, a predator on alert. “Who went?”

“Myself, Cassie, Konstantin, an armed guard, and Konstantin’s friend, Maxim.”

“Did Maxim stay at the house?”

“No. He stayed in a villa in the same village as their house, with me. Two doors down there were a ton of armed men who work for Andrius, and then on Andrius’ actual property you have the armed guards they are using that day. Plus, Konstantin and Andrius are both armed. Bohdan too, when he’s there he’s