Czar Gregovivk Part 6
"That never made a difference to you." She bites her lip and shakes her head. "We’re close enough for me to know you’ve never touched a woman without a condom on. Wait, am I misunderstanding, or do you want to have sex with her without a condom?" Sieta slaps the table as she speaks excitedly. "You’re interested in her! Greg, you sneaky, cunning bastard, now I get it! It’s not just that you’re scared the council will find her; you want to keep your little treasure all to yourself."
"Get out of my office before I kick your ass out," I say angrily, not looking at her.
Sieta laughs shamelessly and steps back leisurely, teasing me with her slow whistles.
"Who would’ve thought I’d see this day come? The feared Czar Gregovivk finally brought to his knees by a pussy..."
"Get the fuck out of the room, Sieta!" I shout, making her retreat and hurriedly walk to the door. "And don’t you dare say anything you shouldn’t to her."
"As if you know me." She laughs at me and winks. "I’ll take good care of your new toy." Sieta stops in the doorway and looks at me, smiling.
I grow serious and glare at her, a hair's breadth away from getting up and carrying out my threat to kick her out of this room.
"Don’t disobey me, Sieta. I want Mabel away from the council!"
The less she knows, the better it will be for her. I raise my fingers to dismiss her, becoming serious again as I focus on the screen of my notebook and open the files on the Shots that I had researched.
"Yelena is going to have a heart attack when she sees her!" Sieta laughs and leaves the room, closing the door behind her.
"I was sixteen," she says shyly, letting her gaze drift to her hands. "I didn’t go out much, didn’t have friends, but then one day everything changed when we met at the golf club my parents went to. Sometimes, I think that meeting was meant to happen."
"It was meant to happen!" I echo Mabel's words, which she had said in my house, in the library.
I was so shocked and filled with rage at the broken way she had been transformed that her words went over my head. I reread the information on the Shots, knowing exactly where I should start: the golf club. If I’m lucky when I hack into their system, I might find information about this guy Nate, any record of him at the club.
"He was already there, waiting for her," I murmur bitterly as I manage to access their system. "He was there to meet her, that son of a bitch, and he liked what he saw, so much so that he waited until she was of age to touch her body. Bastard!"
I’m going to hunt Freire and this asshole to the ends of hell, and I swear to God, if my suspicions are correct and Mabel was used in a scheme to create alpha submissives, my last act before being severed from Sodoma will be to finish that bitch Freire once and for all, just as Jonathan should have done five years ago.
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