Hitman Wedding by Eve Langlais

Author:Eve Langlais
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Eve Langlais

Chapter Thirteen

Will he ever shut up?

Pierrot, a short Frenchman with a shaved crown, a goatee—because it made him look artistic supposedly—and tiny Lennon glasses, still ranted, and had been since the moment his thugs escorted her inside. “The nerve of you. Thinking you can just up and leave without a word or even a thought to the mess you left behind.”

“You had plenty of other girls to use. I got called for another job.”

“You were already on a job,” he railed. “Working for me. You ruined the show.”

Highly doubtful given there were dozens of models at any time willing to work the runway. However, Pierrot took it as a personal slight. A melodramatic man to start with—most designers she’d met were—he thrived on things he could go ballistic about. A model gaining a few pounds before a show. The makeup artists not grasping his vision. Marina not sticking around to model one of his precious creations. That and more was enough to set him off. Hence why she’d not told him she was leaving in the first place. She’d hoped to avoid the drama, except he’d somehow found her. He’d known to grab her at the airport. Proof that Darren’s precious BBI had a leak. Or was it the message she’d sent to Sergei that led to Pierrot finding her?

Sergei wouldn’t screw me. However, Sergei also wasn’t happy with her. Was this his way of punishing her for not doing as told? Damn Darren for planting a seed of doubt.

“How did you know I was back in France?” she asked.

“I have my methods. You and I are more alike than you think. Marina.”

The fact that one of his men had used her Russian name was the only reason she had allowed them to bring her here—instead of killing them and disposing of their bodies. They’d confronted her, waylaying her just after customs, the big bald one saying, “Are you Marina Sokolov?” She’d wanted to shoot them on the spot for exposing her. But logic prevailed. Dead men couldn’t answer questions.

Who’d sent them? Exactly how badly was her cover blown? Pierrot only ever knew her as Francesca, and she’d never known him to kidnap people before. Was this all a strange misunderstanding?

The first tactic she adopted? Ignorance. “I think you have me mistaken for someone else. My name is Francesca. Remember? You hired me.”

He snorted. “You don’t need to lie anymore. I know you’re one of Sergei’s puppets. How do you think you came to work for me in the first place? He’s used my fashion connections more than once to get his people somewhere he needed a job done.”

Pierrot knew Sergei? The plot thickened. “Does he know you’ve kidnapped me?” Although it was less abduction and more her skipping along to see what the big, bad wolf wanted. “Answers before gutting,” another of Kristoff’s mottos.

“This is none of Sergei’s business. I have other uses for you.”

A disturbing declaration. “Whatever you’re planning will have to wait. I’m in service to someone else.

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