Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20816 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20816 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
“Yes, I’ve sent all the documents to your device. The deal is worth twenty-five million; I’m not risking a loss because I forgot to email you the contracts.”
“Good. I’ll be there shortly.” Opening up my laptop, I check the email and print the documents. I had a meeting at the same piazza that I found Cora at, and I needed to get a move on before it got any later.
The drive takes a full hour because a flock of sheep crossed the road, forcing me to stop briefly. The morning was already wasting away by the time I pulled into a spot. The area is more crowded than yesterday as if nothing happened. It pisses me off so much because my woman was almost taken from here. My client is sitting at the little café with his assistant, sipping his drink until he sees me approach.
“Ah, it’s good to see you, Mr. Volkov. I’m sorry that our meeting was delayed,” Mr. DeSantis says, standing with his hand out for me to shake.
“It’s my fault. I had an emergency come up.” After shaking his hand, we both took a seat. “I have everything we need to discuss.”
“I hope your emergency was resolved to a positive end.”
“It was.”
“Good, let me see the contract. My lawyer already has a copy of the draft, so it’s only a matter of comparing it. I hope that isn’t an issue.” He has a printed copy labeled draft on the table.
“No at all. Please read through it while I order a coffee.” He nods and takes the contract while I summon the server.
He reads for the next fifteen minutes, asking questions in between as I sip my espresso. “So, any more questions?”
“Only when can we begin construction?”
“We can start as soon as the documents are filed.” I put the documents away in my briefcase.
“Fantastic,” he says. We shake hands and part ways.
I met up with Marco who is sitting with my next client at a mid-level restaurant. He makes the introductions and then I say, “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” I say. After an hour we made notes and possibly an incredible deal. After they leave, it’s just Marco and me.
“Boss, do you need me to draft up the contract?”
“Yes, get it done and sent to me by tomorrow. I have other matters to attend to.”
“Yes, sir.”
I walked out of the restaurant and made my way down to the alley where Cora was almost snatched to see if they left any traces.
As I turn the corner into the alley, I nearly collide with a friend and police officer. “Mr. Volkov, what are you doing over here?” Investigator Vinci asked with a smirk on his face. He’s a wise man and aware of everything that goes down here. Although he doesn’t approve of the criminal element, he’s become an ally of mine.
“Heard rumors there was an incident here. I’d hate that since I love the area very much.”
“As do I, but it seems the matter was taken care of and hopefully we won’t have another incident. I’d hate for a war to start in my city.” His words are clearly a warning to me since he believes I’m involved in it.
“I’m sure it was a one-off event or at least that’s what I hope for.”
“Yes, well. It’s good to see you, Dmitri. I hope you can make the fundraiser next month.” Giving a large amount of money to charities helps keep the Guarda and the police force off my ass.
“I believe I will.” We shake hands and then part ways. My next stop is the hotel where Cora was staying. It’s actually two streets down from the piazza. When I entered the tourist trap, I headed straight to her room number and tapped the keycard to the door. It opens and I find a piece of shit packing up her things.
“What the fuck are you doing?” He jumps back and pulls out a gun. I move swiftly and slam him down onto the bed, sending his gun flying. I deck the fucker in the face, and he falls back completely knocked out. My eyes scan the room for any other threats. Seeing no one else in the room, I patted the bastard down and found a wallet. Opening it up, I growl, “I’m about to kill this fuck.”
He needs a bullet, but I have to think about the consequences if I do it right now, so I grab the hotel robe instead. I take a picture of the asshole and then several shots of the room. With a quick tug, I pulled the belt free and used it to tie him up while the prick was passed out. I drag him into the bathroom and close the door with a chair under the handle. That fuck isn’t getting out before I take care of some business. Trapping him in the bathroom, I exited the hotel room and headed for the front desk because I needed a word with the manager.