King of the Underworld by RJ Kane

Chapter Three Hundred Thirty-Six

Sephie

“I don’t think so. You know how quick she is, though. She might suspect something has happened. Misha said she

called a few times when I was still really hurt and asked to see me, but he always lied and said we were away. I’m

sure she knows something is going on with Armando, if she hasn’t seen him in weeks. It’s anybody’s guess as to

what Giana has told her about him,” I said.

“The guys that are on her said she never asks about him. Like literally not once.” Viktor said.

“I feel like that’s weird,” I said, turning toward the guys. Adrik kept his arms around me, pulling me back against

him.

“It’s definitely weird,” Stephen said. “We know their relationship wasn’t at all what it appeared to be, but it did seem

like there was genuine affection between the two of them. At least at first.”

“I would not have pegged her as someone who could lie so easily and so well,” Adrik said.

“Maybe like Armando, her id iot persona is just an act,” Stephen said.

Ivan and Misha returned with Ms. Jackson as we were all still discussing possibilities for who Giana really was. Ms.

Jackson smiled at me when she walked in, but she immediately squinted her eyes, looking me up and down.

“Something happened, child. You’re too skinny.”

“It’s a long story, Ms. Jackson,” I said, walking to her to give her a hug. I walked with her back toward the kitchen,

where everyone else was and pulled out a chair for her to sit at the kitchen island. I walked back to Adrik, who

opened his arm for me. “I am very curious what information you have for us about Giana?” I asked, leaning into

Adrik. I was starting to feel nervous again and I didn’t like it. I was also now worried about my eyes changing in

front of everyone. He felt my slight shift in mood and kissed my temple. His hand found its way under my shirt, his

thumb rubbing my skin gently in an effort to keep me calm.

“I knew something had happened when I didn’t see her for a few weeks. She told me they were supposed to go to

Italy at the end of last month, but I saw guards outside her door. Even an id iot would know that you don’t need

guards outside your door if you’re gone to another country. I didn’t ask questions and I didn’t contact her. Then she

showed up at my door a few weeks after that, almost like nothing had changed. She looked better. She’d clearly

been forced to sober up while she was being kept to her apartment, but she acted like nothing was wrong the first

few times she stopped by to see me. Only difference were the guards that never left her. I didn’t ask about them,

either. For all I knew, Armando had finally gotten serious about his security. Well, last week, she finally came up with

an excuse to step away from her guards for a few minutes. She brought clothes with her, saying she needed my

opinion on what she should wear to some function she clearly made up. She called me back to the bedroom to ask

for my help to zip up a dress. One of the guards came with me, but I told him in Russian that there was no way to

get out of my apartment except through the front door and that she would be fine in there. Should’ve seen the look

of surprise on his face,” she said, laughing. She composed herself and continued. “Once we were alone, she came

clean on a lot of stuff. She told me she had been planning to rob Armando, but since she was basically being held

prisoner, she didn’t know if that was still going on or not. She’d had her phone taken away from her, so there was

no way she could get information out to anyone. Robbing Armando was her ticket out. She’d met a guy, somehow,

that was going to take her to South America and keep her safe. She said she took the job with Armando to try and

get away from her family. The plan to rob Armando was to try and get away from him.”

“Do you know who this other guy is?” I asked.

“No, she said his name was Martin, but that’s all she said about him,” Ms. Jackson said. We all looked at each other,

mosely shocked at this revelation.

“What’s her plan now? Did she tell you?” Ivan asked. He was a mixture of amused and angry. It was quite the sight

to behold.

“She’s somewhat terrified that her entire plan is going to fall through. She’s got no way to contact anyone. She

asked to borrow my phone, but I didn’t bring it to the bedroom with me. You know, young people are practically

attached to those things. Half the time, I forget where I left it,” she said, flippantly. “She just said the next time she

comes I’m supposed to leave my phone in the bathroom for her so she can use it before she leaves.”

“We’ll give you a phone for her to use. Don’t let her use your phone,” Viktor said.

“I don’t know what she thinks she’s going to plan. She’s got no way to get out of this building without someone

openly declaring war on you. I don’t know who this other guy is, but he’s gotta be a complete mo ron if he thinks

that’s a good idea,” Ms. Jackson said.

“We’ll take care of it, Ms. Jackson. Thank you for coming to us with this,” Adrik said. I could feel that he was also a

good mixture of angry and amused

as well.

Ms. Jackson looked at Adrik seriously. “I didn’t do it for you. I did it for her. If they come after you, they come after

her and she’s had enough of that

in her life.”

I looked at Adrik, slightly worried her words would make his anger take over, but he smiled at her. “I could not

agree more, Ms. Jackson.”

Ms. Jackson stayed in the penthouse a little while longer while Viktor and Ivan got a cell phone set up for Giana to

use. It would work like a normal cell phone, but it would also send all the information of who she was talking to,

along with a copy of her texts to Viktor so he could see what she was planning. We also wanted to make sure it was

the same Martin before we brought Trino in on this newest bit of information.

“When is she planning on coming back to see you?” I asked Ms. Jackson.

“She said she’d be back tomorrow. They only allow her to come once or twice a week right now,” she said.

Viktor handed her the cell phone for Giana. “Let her use this one when she’s there,” he said.

“Hide your cell phone when she’s around so she doesn’t happen upon it. You also want to keep your phone away

from this one, as it’ll copy your cell phone information and send it to us,” Ivan said, trying not to laugh at the

thought.

“I might need to borrow that phone and leave it with Edith the next time I see her. I know she’s talking shi t about

me in between Bingo nights,” she said, laughing.

“Let us know when you want to give her something to actually talk shi t about,” Ivan said, smiling sweetly at her.

Once we were back at the house, we discussed this latest development while I made dinner. “Martin thinking he’s

saving Giana from Armando would explain why he was du mb enough to go to the Mexicans, Stephen said.

“Agreed. I do wonder what she’s told him, if it’s the same Martin. I don’t know how else she would’ve met anyone

from South America, who’s also willing to steal from a mafia boss, and thinks he can protect her from the same

mafia boss he’s willing to steal from,” Ivan said.

“It has to be Trino’s Martin,” I said. “They had to have started this while we were at Trino’s island house. That’s the

only explanation. He’s never been up here and Armando hasn’t gone to Colombia. It had to be there that either he

caught her eye or she caught his.”

“I would not have expected this from Martin. Trino has always spoken highly of him,” Adrik said.

“Boobies,” I said. They all looked to me for more clarification, which made me laugh. “Boobies make men do du mb

shi t all the time.”

Stephen cleared his throat. “Some men.”

“Valid point, Yoden the Enabler. Boobies make some men do du mb shi t all the time,” I said, laughing.

“But still. Like Ivan said, this still doesn’t quite make sense. Giana is a pretty woman, don’t get me wrong, but this

dude is literally willing to risk his life for a woman he’s probably never slept with and likely hasn’t even made it to

first base with?” Andrei said.

I cleared my throat this time. “You mean how you’ve all risked your lives for me at one point?”

“You’re different, spider monkey,” Andrei said.

I fail to see how.”

“You don’t su ck,” Misha said, seriously, which made me laugh.

“Okay, point well made. But Martin likely doesn’t think Giana su cks either. Or he’s hoping she does often. It could

go either way,” I said, laughing at my own di rty joke, which caused them all to laugh heartily.

“I rest my case,” Misha said, sliding his arm around my shoulders. He kissed the top of my head, whispering,

“you’re my favorite, gazelle.”

“Even bigger than the question of how often and how well Giana su cks anything is whether Martin will attempt to

rescue her from the building.” Stephen said. He was normally so serious and so straight-faced when he said

anything, but he was still having a hard time keeping the smile from his face.

“He has to be planning on splitting from Trino. Do you guys really think Trino would think him trying to get with a

boss’s girlfriend was a good idea?” I asked. “And there’s no way Trino would support him moving against Adrik in

any way, which is what it would be should he attempt to get her from this building.”

“I don’t think Trino knows.” Andret said. “Don’t you think we would’ve picked up on it while he was here if he knew

something? When he was thinking about Martin, I only got something about the Mexicans. Nothing else. Surely, him

trying to be Giana’s knight in shining armor would’ve come up. Even if he was trying to hide it, like he was trying to

hide the fight between him and Martin.”

“Valid point, Bubba. I only caught tension because of the Mexicans too. It’s likely he doesn’t know,” I said.

“We’ll know tomorrow for sure when she uses that phone,” Viktor said.

“What’s the plan going to be if it is Trino’s Martin?” I asked Adrik.

He took a deep breath. “I’m not sure. I’ll tell him, obviously, but I also might let it play out a little more to see what

their plans are before I tell him. I don’t think she’s smart enough to be able to get out of the building on her own.

He would have to come for her. If that happens, he’s dead,” he said.

“She clearly doesn’t really care about him either. She’s a serial user,” I said. “I should hook her up with Max.”

The guys enjoyed another round of laughter. “We’re so glad you’re back to normal, princess,” Ivan said, still

laughing.