BOOK ONE ~32~

RUSSIA, MOSCOW: 3RD PERSON'S POV

Diego Volkov slammed his opened hand against his leather topped desk in frustration. He had to formulate another plan and fast since the last one went wrong.

He just got wind of it that Sabrina had been killed. Yes, he had wanted the bitch dead but not when she hadn't completed her final assignment.

"I guess if you want something done right you've got to do it yourself." He mumbled to no one in particular.

He crossed his legs on top of his desk and glanced up in annoyance as someone dared to barge into his office. He later calmed down when he saw who it was.

"Boss, you’ve got a message from Delilah." His right hand man, Mr. Petrov stated, stretching out a sealed brown envelope towards him.

Diego furrowed his eyebrows in confusion but grabbed the envelope anyway. He quickly opened it and read its contents. His face brightened as he read.

'Charlie is getting married, an actual wedding this time.' Diego processed the new piece of information.

Mischief beg