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“You know,” he says, “you were recommended to me by three different leaders to execute the job.”
I frown at him.
“To shut down London,” he adds.
I don't react to that. I know I'm good at what I do, as do a lot of others. I could spend years without so much as touching a computer and still do what is asked of me. Studying and hacking are my forte, even before my fighting skills.
“What's happening with the job?” I ask between bites. “I assumed that by rushing me to attain your fifteen minutes you needed it done ASAP.”
“It'll happen when it happens,” he says. “I just needed you to be ready.” He doesn't give me any more than that. He begins telling me about himself, that he doesn't usually spend a lot of time in England. “I'm almost always in Mexico.” He talks about this for quite a while amid eating his dinner, saying he doesn't typically deal with Westerners because they're chauvinistic pigs.
What does he think he is then?
“But sometimes,” he says, “it's inevitable.”
I think I know where he's going with this. He wants me to verbally connect the dots between him and the Los Zetas, who are based in Mexico, but he's doing it in a coy manner.
“Why are you here now then?” I ask, pushing against my plate. I cannot eat anymore.
Smirking, Charlie flicks up his eyebrows.Me.He's here because of me.
“Don't let me get in the way of your work.”
He tips his head, chewing on a piece of chicken. “I never said I work in Mexico.”
“I just assumed.” I straighten up in my seat. “You just told me that you're almost always in Mexico, that you don't usually deal with Westerners...”
He hums in concurrence, also pushing against his plate. He hasn't had any trouble with his dinner. He's polished off everything with gusto.
“Do you know how Maksim and I met?” he asks, sparking my interest.
I shake my head minutely.
“Well, Blaire,” he puts his elbows on the table and winds his fingers together, “when I chopped off my father's cock for trafficking little girls and watched him slowly bleed to death, I obtained a list of his associates-”
My stomach bottoms out of me.
“-Maksim was on the top of that list.”
Silence... and we're just looking at each other.
“And yet, you-you let Maksim live?” I ask bravely, immediately wishing I didn't. I don't want to piss him off, not now I know he cut off his own father's dick.
He nods, resting his chin on his hands. “I had details to a job in Russia, and given Maksim's influence over there with Tatiana, I thought I could use him.”
He knows Tatiana?
Now I've gone white.
“I pardoned Maksim for his word that he'll stay away from children, and brought him in on the job.” Charlie goes quiet, and his eyes seem closer than they really are.
“Why...” I start to say, but I just can't find the courage to finish.
“What?”
“Nothing,” I say.
“Blaire...” his voice deepens as he says my name in a summoning manner.
