Acquainted by London Miller

Author:London Miller [Miller, London]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LM Books, LLC
Published: 2018-06-12T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Vera was focused on the binder of designs in her hand as she stepped out of her office to find Frances so they could go over the next phase of the project but stopped short when a figure in her peripheral caught her attention.

The man was tall, wore black jeans, and boots. The pea coat he wore was black as well and conformed to his broad shoulders. His hair was messy with a distinct wave to it, and even if she hadn't seen the skull tattooed on the side of his neck, Vera doubted he was there because he was interested in her work.

Quite the opposite.

"Can I help you?" she asked, giving him her full attention and completely forgetting the designs.

She wasn't sure what to expect when the man turned to look at her over his shoulder and a grin tilted his mouth up in one corner.

"I've not seen this one before," he said with a nod of his head at the painting he'd been staring at, his accent immediately making her blink.

It held the same cadence as Alfie's.

"Who's it by?" he asked, looking back at the painting.

Even if she hadn't been completely thrown off by his voice, and the fact that he was in her studio at all, Vera would have never pegged him for someone who would seek out her services. And after years living under a man who enjoyed his own games, she was pretty sure she knew why this man was here.

"Are you looking for Alfie?" she asked, carefully controlling her voice. She didn't have to know who he was or what he was capable of not to feel fear. She was a mafiya printsessa—she made others feel fear.

"Later, pet. I've come here for you, didn't I? Else I would've popped on 'round to see the ole boy if that's what I wanted."

He turned then, digging his hands into his pockets as he walked toward her. His chin just tilted to the side told her he was more curious than a threat, but she didn't believe for a second that he couldn't switch to the other when he was ready.

It was something about the man's eyes. They were brown—a brown so dark they were almost black—and his smile wasn't friendly at all despite him wearing one.

Whatever his reason for being here, it wasn't a good one.

Vera didn't speak as she stared at him. She wouldn't cower or back down, but she did lean her weight against the corner of Frances's desk and covertly hit the button along the underside of it. She'd had it installed after Vasily set off the bomb in her last offices to ensure should anyone come in who Frances didn't like, it would alert the security Alfie had put on them.

"Who are you?"

"Krane is the name. Lachlan Krane."

She waited for it to ring a bell as she thought back through the many conversations she’d had with Alfie over the past months, but came up with nothing. She was drawing a blank. "Am I supposed to know who you are?"

"Alfie hasn't mentioned me? Shame.

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