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"Do you think someone made it look that way?"

"It sure looks like it, I haven’t gone because our ‘double agent’ says the port is swarming with police." The one we called "double agent" was a homicide cop we had bought off.

"Aleksa, find out if Segarra is there; if not, take care of knowing every detail of what happened," Romeo burst out.

"Yes, boss."

"This is none of your business," I warned him.

"That was before you became my wife. Now your problems are mine too." He didn’t say it angrily. In fact, he squeezed my thigh under the table. I wasn’t going to be softened by crap like that. I looked for Andrey with my gaze.

"Have they replaced the corpse yet?" I asked heatedly.

"Yes, boss. The new one is named Karlos Arasagasti," my man replied.

"And what do we know about him?"

"Well, they placed him there quickly and deliberately. He’s young, from Bilbao, recently married, and from what I’ve heard, a man of principles."

"Principles? Humans lack them. Principles end when you come across the right formula. I want a comprehensive report on Arasagasti, from the day he was born to any hidden vices, crimes or other crap he has under the rug. And I want it before lunch, so you'd better move your ass instead of trying to pick pears with your dick."

"Picking pears with your dick?" Romeo questioned, not understanding.

"I made a literal translation from Russian so you wouldn’t be offended by not understanding us."

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"He told me not to be lazy, it’s a way of telling me to get going and not waste time, Mr. Capulet. Don’t worry, boss, I'm leaving now." My man immediately stood up.

"Wait, Andrey, Aleksa will accompany you and help you with whatever is necessary. We have several contacts that can be very useful. Just give me a minute, I have to give my boy something that's in the office. We’ll be right back."

I didn’t even pay them any attention; I was so fucking pissed off that I didn’t give a damn about what he had to give him.

"Ma’am." I looked at Andrey very angrily.

"What?!"

"I have to tell you something private. Last night... Last night…"

"Last night, what?" I spat.

"I did something I shouldn’t have." My man pursed his lips.

"What?" I asked, out of my wits.

"I fucked him." He nodded towards the place where my husband had disappeared along with Aleksa.

"You slept with Aleksa?" Andrey nodded. I weighed the information before speaking.

"Well, I also slept with Romeo, we'll have them by the balls. Use the fact that you’re not indifferent to him to pry information. Everything will be fine. You can stick your dick in warm as long as you keep a cool head and know who you owe your loyalty to. Are we clear?"

"Yes, ma’am."

26

A&A

Aleksa, twelve hours earlier…

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