CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
“Where is my sister?” asked Mikella.
“We weren’t able to find her,” said the man, standing in front of her. “We went to her apartment, the apartment of the last mark she was with, and even to her favorite hotel. She was nowhere to be found. Her phone is not tracking and seems to be turned off.”
“Arrested?” she asked.
“Not that we’ve found. There’s no record of her being taken by anyone.” She waved the young soldier away from her and looked down at the plans on the table in front of her. She’d ensured that the cargo was loaded properly and on its way. Now, she was in a private jet headed to Cyprus where she would meet the ship and transfer the last of the goods to her colleagues.
“Colleagues,” she whispered to herself, chuckling.
They weren’t colleagues. They were disposable pieces in the game of chess that she’d chosen. Desperate for weapons, desperate for victory, and desperate for leadership, they needed her. Using her connections from her father’s friends, she’d taken advantage of every opportunity to be in control.
While Alana was fucking her way through the male population, and Irena was drugging them to get information, Mikella was using all of the skills combined to move them ahead. She’d fucked more than her fair share of men and a few women. She’d drugged thousands, used truth serum, stolen documents, infiltrated businesses, governments, and the military. She’d married, divorced, and widowed many times over. Just when someone was getting suspicious about the dead bodies the women were leaving, they would be interrogated, and police would discover that it wasn’t the woman they were looking for. Irena would be married, kill her man, and disappear. Alana would be questioned and prove she was only a doppelganger.
They’d done it dozens of times and always got away with it. Always. It was easy to show that the serviceman or woman was depressed and took their own life. Too easy.
Yes, her sisters were skilled, but she was skilled, experienced, and focused. Alana was becoming a danger to them all. Her desire for sex was more powerful than she’d believed, and it was going to come back at them sooner or later. She had to end her life before she made a horrible mistake.
Picking up the phone, she dialed her sister’s number.
“You’ve reached Irena. I’m not available to come to the phone right now, but leave a message.”
“I’ve left dozens of messages, Irena. You are pushing my buttons, and we both know that you don’t want to do that. Tell me where you are.”
She pushed the phone aside and waved at the male flight attendant.
“I’d like some dinner, please. Salmon if we have it, asparagus, au gratin potatoes, and a glass of champagne.”
“Of course, madam. Coming right up,” he nodded, smiling at the woman. She gripped his wrist, holding him there.
“You’re new,” she smiled.
“I’ve been on other flights, madam. I was usually up front with the captain.”
“Why are you back here?” she asked suspiciously.
“The other flight attendant was sick with a cold. He’s with the captain, and I’m, very gratefully, serving you.”
“Aren’t you charming,” she smiled. “I’ll need you later.”
“Whatever you need,” he said with a smile.
She watched as the very tight ass walked back to the galley and felt her body begin to burn for attention. When her phone vibrated, she looked down at the message and frowned, shoving it across the table.
“You are dead to me!”
“I wonder if they’ve figured out that Hiro is on the flight yet,” smirked AJ.
“He probably jumped out and said ‘boo,’ scaring the shit out of all of them,” laughed Tanner. “I wish I could have been there.”
The sound of a phone ringing had them both turning to their computer screens. The message was coming through loud and clear. Mikella was pissed off at her sister. She’d sent multiple text messages.
Where are you?
Did you ensure that the ship set sail on time? No one saw you!
Irena – answer me now!
The team decided to let her stew for a bit, then texted her back.
It’s taken care of. Pick it up at the docks with our ship. I’m done.
Her sister didn’t respond for several hours, but when she did, it was with a venomous tone.
Meet at the docks. We’re leaving with the cargo.
Again, they didn’t respond to her. When the phone rang a few hours later, they let it go to voicemail, watching the screen as it played live.
“Sounds like big sister is seriously pissed off,” smiled Tanner.
“Let’s see if we can send her over the edge,” grinned AJ. His fingers flew across the keyboard, typing a text message in return.
I’m done. I’ve taken my cut of the money… and then some. Have fun finding me.
“Damn, you really want to piss her off, don’t you?”
“Yep. Remember, pissed-off people make mistakes, and that’s what we want her to do. Make mistakes.”
“What about the money?” asked Tanner. “Mikella’s going to realize it’s still there.”
“No. No, she won’t,” said AJ, patting himself on the back. “She’s going to open the banking right about now and realize that little sister took it all. Five accounts, more than nine hundred and thirty million, all gone. Bye-bye. There’s more out there in dummy accounts off-shore, but I haven’t found those yet. I will.”
“AJ,” laughed Tanner, “you make work fun.”
“Thank you. I think so.”