Chapter Nine
OLGA SAMARAS WANTED to run when she saw who her last visitors were for the day. But because she had her pride, she forced herself to stay still in her seat, raising her chin as she said, “You have no business here.”
Helios and the other officers ignored the petulant answer coming from the country’s deputy finance minister, instead crossing the vast office to sit close. At fifty-three, Olga appeared at least a decade younger, her dark hair unmarred by white strands and her face smooth and unlined. No one looking at her deceptively innocent visage would ever guess that under her cloak of public servitude hid a gruesomely sadistic streak, one that had earned her the nickname of Thanato.
“This will be our last time to visit you,” Yuri murmured.
“That was what you said the last time, too,” Olga said bitterly.
Kellion’s lips twisted as he perched himself on the edge of the minister’s desk. “Even if it was, you are not in any position to complain, are you?”
The implied threat was not lost on her. Somehow, these young men had discovered her greatest-kept secret, and they had used it to their advantage, threatening to expose her if she did not cooperate with them.
“I did everything you asked,” she flung back. “I made sure everyone thought you are really Thanato—”
“It’s not enough now, unfortunately,” Andreus slotted in in a hard voice. “Tomorrow, Helios has been invited to a private ball by Manolito Chavez—”
Her eyes widened. “The Sicilian human trafficker?” She shook her head. “That person is even worse than I am. I stay away from children, but that madman—”
Trying to ignore the churning sensation inside his stomach at Olga’s unintended disclosure about Manolito Chavez’s appetite, Helios asked abruptly, “I need you to give it to me straight. Will anyone who is likely to attend the party possibly recognize you and therefore know I am not the real Thanato ?”
She shook her head. “No one. I told you, I’ve always acted alone—”
“Pardon us if we do not believe you right away since it’s been proven you have a rather flexible meaning of the word ‘alone’.” In the case of one of her most recent victims, Olga had been alone, all right. She had been the lone instigator of the kidnapping and torture of an Irish immigrant to Greece, but she had many men accompanying her on that trip, and all of them had been given the privilege to beat and rape the poor girl.
“He’s different from me,” she insisted. “I never abused any kids. He...did.”
And there , Helios thought grimly, was his 32nd reason to kill Manolito Chavez . Someone who preyed on innocent children was the lowest of low, and Helios knew he could not be responsible for his actions if he was ever left alone with the Sicilian.
“What happens during parties like that? Is there something I should and shouldn’t do so I don’t give myself away?”
“Just know who belongs to whom, and do not touch the claimed ones without permission.”
“What about those unclaimed?”
“They’re for sport. Anyone can have them except for the new ones. Usually, it’s the master who does that and in this case, that would be...” her voice unconsciously lowered. “It would be Manolito Chavez, because I heard him saying he liked breaking a girl apart during her first time...over and over.”
Helios slowly came to his feet. “Do you like doing that, too?” he heard himself ask, thinking all the while that since he had succeeded in killing James Cartwright, perhaps he could kill the bitch sitting across him, too. It made him feel sick, knowing that the woman had gotten away with hurting and killing so many innocent women because of her position in the government.
Olga smirked. “What do you think?”
There wasn’t any answer. She looked up and screamed as Helios lunged for her over the desk. He would have strangled her outright if Kellion and Yuri hadn’t reacted right away, pulling him off the politician.
“Helios, dammit,” Andreus growled. “This isn’t what we agreed on.”
“Look at her,” Helios growled, straining against Yuri and Kellion’s hold. He wanted to fucking kill her, to snap her neck and rid the world of one of its greatest evils. “She has the gall to fucking think of happy memories, torturing girls, while MJ’s still lost—”
“You’ll be the one who’s dead if you react like this every time you meet the world’s greatest fuck-ups.”
Olga, still cowering behind the desk, watched as the most menacing-looking of the four came between her and Helios Andreadis. She didn’t even think of hitting the panic button under the desk, knowing it would be all over for her if this came out on the news. The combined hold of these men over the media was beyond even her power, and she knew the news of her darker proclivities would come out before she could have them arrested.
“I’ve met worse people than this bitch in my line of work for the club, Helios. Trust me – you cannot risk losing your head over this. If you kill a high-profile bitch like her, it won’t be good for you or the club. It won’t be good for MJ either, because then Chavez might know we have something planned.”
Helios struggled to listen to Andreus, knowing his friend was right. He had to concentrate on what mattered the most, and that was getting MJ out of whatever hellhole she was in – alive.
“I’m fine,” Helios said finally. And he was, for the moment. “We can leave this place now. We’ve gotten what we wanted.” Kellion and Yuri slowly let him go, but both were tense, waiting for any sign that their President might snap again.
Andreus moved only when Helios headed towards the door.
Helios heard Olga’s scream just as he stepped out of the room. His head snapped back, and his stunned gaze found Andreus wiping his blade clean while Olga was sobbing as she shakily reached for the phone with one missing finger.
Andreus dropped the severed finger into the wastebasket before closing the door behind him.
“Why the fuck did you do that?” Kellion demanded.
Andreus shrugged. “It is what I’ve always done for the club when people don’t want to pay.”
Helios could see it in the others’ faces - it wasn’t only to him that those words were news. “You never have to do something like that for Afxisi—”
Andreus’ smile didn’t reach his eyes. “On the contrary, President, I do. Afxisi is the only family I have. I’m not going to let any asshole fuck that up for us, and that includes making sure people clear their debts to us...one way or another.”
“It’s not right that you had to shoulder this kind of burden alone,” Helios stated. “When we get back home...with MJ, we’re going to change a couple of rules.” His eyes narrowed at his treasurer. “And fair warning, my friend. You will probably be grounded.”
Andreus pretended to look scared. “Not that, President. Anything but that.”
When Helios and Kellion got on their bikes, Yuri held back, waiting for the other two to leave before asking Andreus, “Is that why?”
Andreus feigned ignorance even as his body tensed at the younger man’s question. “Is that why what?”
“Does my sister know that’s the reason you think you’re not good enough for her?”
Andreus exhaled. Damn Yuri for being fucking straightforward as ever. “No,” he said finally.
“You should tell her,” Yuri suggested calmly. “Otherwise she’ll keep thinking the opposite.”
“The opposite?” he echoed blankly.
“That you think she’s not good enough for you because she’s damaged.”