Page 15 of The Devil's Revelation
SEVEN
DMITRI
Incompetent fools!
“Tell me about the girl,” I order Sergio once I know we’re alone. I sit behind his desk, lifting my lip in a sneer at the mess he’s left. I have no time for slobs, but Sergio is running a part of my business and I will put up with it for now.
Sergio licks his lips nervously and answers, “She applied and I needed an extra set of hands. Doesn’t have a crazy amount of experience, but she worked with some people high up in the car world, so I figured she knows her shit.”
“What do you know about her?” I ask, leaning back in the chair, watching him.
Sergio’s face pales a bit, telling me all I need to know, but I let him stew as he figures out how to get around my question and lie to my face. His eyes shift nervously, and his feet shuffle on the floor. “I know she’s twenty-five, comes from little to no family, and moved to town a couple weeks ago.”
“And you don’t find that suspicious?” I keep my tone even, though inside, my anger is starting to build at this incompetent waste of space.
“She keeps to herself, and does what she’s told,” he says with a nervous shrug.
“All traits of a goddamn cop,” I snarl, losing my patience. I get to my feet, and watch as Sergio’s face goes gray. “You idiot. And now she has seen my face. Do you know what this means, Sergio?” I reach out and grab his face in my hands, squeezing it tight. “You didn’t do your damn job and I will have to make sure she is trustworthy. If she is a cop or a spy, then I will make sure that you die a slow and painful death. Do you understand me?”
He nods as much as he can in my grip. “Yes,” he whispers out.
I let go of his face, shoving him away from me and into the door. “I will have one of my men watch her from now on, and you will ensure she leaves at her scheduled time. I don’t know who made her stay late and clean the fucking shop, but it ends now. For all we know she’s snooping and trying to find evidence. You fucking fool.”
“I-I didn’t know she was staying late,” he tries to explain. “If I had—”
“It’s your job to know,” I say calmly, coldly. “Your job is to protect my investment. I will not lose money over your stupidity, Sergio, do you understand me?”
He nods quickly. “Of course, sir,” he answers. “I’ll handle this, and I’ll make sure to run a full check on her.”
“No. I will do it myself,” I answer as I move to the filing cabinet and take out the accounting book that I know is there. Sergio doesn’t know that I know he’s skimming from the books, thinking he’s covered his tracks well. He will die, but for now I have uses for him, and I will recoup every cent he took from me before he does. I turn to look back at him, and I still see the nerves on his face. Good, let him remember who owns him. Who will be the one to watch the life drain from his eyes. “Don’t fuck this up, Sergio,” I warn him, “or you, your wife, and mistress will pay the price. Or should I say mistresses.”
With that final warning, I shove past him, open the door, and stride out. I don’t bother looking around, and walk calmly to the waiting car. My men move quickly and efficiently, starting the car, opening my door, and making sure I’m covered.
When I’m in the car, I pull out my phone. Dialing a number, I wait impatiently until he answers. “Obshchak,” the voice says calmly on the other end.
“You have a new assignment,” I say briskly as the car pulls away from the shop. “The new mechanic, I want you to watch her and ensure she’s not snooping around.”
“Izzy? She’s nothing more than a bitch who thinks she’s all high and mighty,” the voice sneers. “You want me to take her out?”
“You will watch her and report back to me. Nothing more.” My voice is pure steel. “And did anyone tell her to stay late and clean the shop?”
There’s silence on the other end. “It was a mutual choice,” he finally answers, but I hear the nerves in his voice.
I’m surrounded by idiots. “She finds anything she’s not supposed to, I will make sure that you die a slow and painful death, do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” he says.
“You make sure she leaves on time, every night. Until I know who she is and where she’s from, you are her goddamn shadow while she’s at the shop.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do not fuck this up.” Then I hang up and curse loudly and fiercely in Russian. The amount of idiots that work for me is astounding and it’s soon going to be time to clean house. Especially now that I have this new girl to contend with.
Who the hell is Izzy Mills, and what is she doing in my shop? A woman as gorgeous as her is bound to attract attention to the shop. Sergio should never have hired her on the basis of that. Even with those ugly coveralls that are two sizes too big for her, there is no hiding her femininity.
I place another call. “You have twenty-four hours to find me everything on Isabelle or Isabelle Mills,” I bark into the phone. “Leave nothing out.”
If there is a rat, or a pig, in my shop, I’m going to find out, and when I do, I’ll make her regret ever stepping foot inside.
