Page 14 of Duchess

No, you are not. You are the Duchess, and you get shit done for the Turks, am I wrong?

“Theyare the Turks!”

“We don’t know that.”

“Yeah, well, then how do you explain how they know all that info if they’re not!” Elizabeth shot up from her seat, anxiety riding in her voice. “They know who we are and they're distracting us to kill us.”

I want to do no such thing.

The message popped up and both our hearts skipped a beat.

“Fuck! He can hear us.”

Yes I can. Every word that comes from those beautiful lips.

"What do you want?" I asked them.

We just want your help. Finish this job and we’ll leave you alone.

“Who do you mean by, we?”

My clients. Wealthy clients who expect a specific product which was promised to them.

“Your job got Lazarus killed.”

I’m well aware of that and I am sorry for your loss.

“How do I know I can trust you?”

I waited, and a minute later a link popped up. Obsidian's eyes narrowed. "It's an invitation," she whispered.

"For what?"

"A meeting."

My fingertips shook as I clicked the link. A black curtain and a chair with a desk appeared.

"What is this?"

Suddenly, a man appeared wearing a black mask with a blue neon skull face. He was broad shouldered and tall. Obsidian gasped as he leaned forward into view.

"Killian," she whispered.

He tilted his head to look at the camera and I could almost feel Obsidian melting into the chair next to me.

"Who is Killian?" I whispered to her, knowing full well he could hear me.

"Let's just say he plays the game just like me. One of the few who could easily make someone disappear."

"Good to know," I replied, turning my eyes back to the screen.

"It's nice to officially meet you ladies. I felt negotiations should be done face to face, to make things fair and as a sign of good faith." He stated.

I smiled. "Gutsy move, but I don’t think a mask qualifies as face to face."

“I can’t let all my secrets out of the box, now can I?”

“I suppose not,” I whispered, cautious in how I was going to handle this.

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