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Using his talents often left a high body count in his wake. That was the reason the leader wanted him to utilize the Soldiers. The Soldiers hadn’t been able to produce any leads. If Scar returned with the same information they had, Con would have to handle shit himself.
Con’s cell phone rung. Yury. Why the hell was Yury calling him?
“Hello?”
“Is Vlad gone?”
“Yes.”
“Was he helpful?”
“That is yet to be determined. What’s up? Why are you calling me?”
“I’m in the lounge area.”
Cristal. “Why are you there? Is Cristal okay?”
“She’s fine. I came here because I saw more traffic than usual heading this way.”
“What’s going on down there?”
“I think you should look at the cameras. I’ll add extra security here, since there are so many customers hanging out in this spot.”
The line went dead. What the fuck was Yury talking about? As long as Cristal was okay, Con was okay. He swiveled around in his seat to face the computer. A few clicks later he was staring at Cristal.
Or, rather a woman who looked like Cristal. But this wasn’t his Cristal. His Cristal didn’t wear skintight attire that left nothing to the imagination. His Cristal always wore a scowl and was quick to curse you out when provoked.
His Cristal sang songs that made him yawn. This Cristal was singing along to a seductive melody while slowly swaying her hips from left to right. Why the hell was she swaying her hips from left to right?
Con gripped the edge of his desk as he eyed the men who were eyeing her. His customers appeared mesmerized by her. There were even a few women in there who couldn’t seem to take their eyes off her.
Con picked up his phone and called Yury. “Bring her to me now!”
“Boss, that would cause a scene.”
“I don’t give a fuck.”
“Boss, think about her. Think about how embarrassed she’d be.”
“Fuck that. Bring her…”
“If you want her, come get her.” The line went dead.
Sometimes Yury got on his fucking nerves. Eyes still on the computer screen, Con slid his phone into his pocket. What type of fuckery was Cristal up to? He leaned closer to the screen.
Why the hell was she moving like that? Con’s eyes widened. Why the hell did she just lick her lips and smile like that? Who the fuck was she smiling at? Whoever that motherfucker was, he was dead.
Con stood up and stormed from the room. As soon as he stepped out of his office, security surrounded him, wanting to know if he needed them. Con sent them on their way. As soon as they departed, females surrounded him.
“Hi, Con. I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever,” a brunette purred.
“Why do you always stay locked up in your office? That’s no fun,” a redhead told him.
“Con, when are you going to get rid of your, no mixing business with pleasure policy? That’s so boring,” the redhead’s twin pouted as she spoke.
He didn’t have time for this. His eyes connected with Ramirez. Con nodded. Ramirez waved to two other guards. Con breathed a sigh of relief after his men pulled the females away from him.
“I should stay with you, boss,” Ramirez said. “Just in case you get attacked by kittens again.”
