Wife for the Russian Boss: An Arranged Marriage Mafia Romance by Bella King

Author:Bella King [King, Bella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: After Midnight
Published: 2021-01-13T18:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

Chang

I always had a thing for older women, even from when I was younger. I lusted after plenty of high school teachers, and then in college too before I dropped out. I even came close to bending one over a desk in her own office, but she shied away from it over the possibility of being fired.

Smart move on her part because even back then, I was a devious soul. I would’ve blackmailed her for all she was worth afterward. I thought of it as a double reward for my efforts. I get off, and then I get paid.

Easy.

This time, I won’t be doing much getting off, but I am getting paid to watch Mrs. Birch as she lounges around on the balcony of her vacation home in a swimsuit. She seems to be enjoying herself an awful lot for a woman who lost her husband a year ago.

And what’s this? Another man?

I lower my binoculars, scribbling my thoughts down on a small white notepad that I carry everywhere with me. Vas mentioned that his mother-in-law’s behavior change could be attributed to her husband’s death, but I doubt it. There’s something else going on here.

I’ve gathered just about everything I need to move closer into the investigation within a few hours of arriving in the Cayman Islands. Vas was right to be suspicious of Mrs. Birch. She’s a crooked character, but her body is banging.

Business and pleasure rarely mix, but if it weren’t for that overly-muscular douche rubbing her down with oil, I would be tempted to shake up her world before reporting back to the Vas.

I lift my binoculars up again, this time to examine the man she’s with. He looks like his body is pumped full of so much artificial shit that his muscles could explode at any minute. There’s no way that fucker is natural, but I still wouldn’t want to cross him. He looks like an angry fellow.

Possible Mafia ties?

I’ll have to get an ID on him. If I get closer, that shouldn’t be difficult. All there is to do is swipe a wallet while they’re out on an afternoon stroll, and I’m golden. This tourist trap will make a lost wallet seem like another unfortunate theft to the police. They won’t think twice about it, nor will they bother to try to catch the culprit.

Mafia guys have cash, too. I might buy myself a massage with a little bonus if he has enough on him. Maybe there’s some pleasure in this business after all.

I move my view back down to Mrs. Birch, who has now undone the back of her swimsuit to get more oil across her shoulders. I think that’s enough viewing for today. She’s far too relaxed to be mourning.

I lower my binoculars and lean back into my seat on the top floor of a rental highrise. My notepad has a few things scribbled on it in Chinese, mostly from before I arrived here. Vas’ assistant Maxim told me enough about her.

Mrs. Birch’s husband died in a shooting from an unknown assailant on the Birch Estate.

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