Merciless Hunter (Dark Syndicate 4)

7

Olivia

“Do you need anything else Miss Markov?” Yev asks, trying his best not to look at the little lacy black negligee I’m wearing.

“No. I don’t need anything else.”

I cross one long golden leg over the other, exposing too much of my thighs. Enough that it could get him killed if Jude were here and caught him looking at me.

Yev is one of Jude’s most trusted bodyguards, ranked one place down from the senior bodyguard. That’s why he was chosen to come with me. Alex is the same.

Jude chose his best men. The one’s he could trust to follow his orders, do his bidding, and make sure I do as I’m told.

Despite whatever orders they have and fears over what they know Jude will do to them if they displease him, they’re both still men. Men who can be swayed even in small ways in the presence of a woman dressed like she’s ready to have sex.

So, I’m not surprised when Yev’s eyes drop to my thighs and the invisible fingers of lust enticing him to try to see what’s beyond the lace.

He thinks I’m dressed for bed, but I’m actually dressed for the club. Tonight, is the night where I have to take the next step, make the next move.

This negligee is what you wear to a club like the Dark Odyssey where the dress code is your finest lingerie. This is one of mine.

I’ve never been one to use my body and my looks, but in this game that’s all I’ve got. I have to use both to charm and enchant. Bewitch and make them do what I need them to do.

Right now, I need this guy to leave.

“Unless there’s something more you want to do for me,” I add nonchalantly, innocently resting my hand on my heart, so I can draw his attention to my deep cleavage.

Of course, it works. Yev swallows hard and as he looks at my breasts his gaze snaps up to mine in a heartbeat.

“No. There’s nothing more. I’m on watch tonight if you need me. I’ll just be out in the living room.”

“Okay, thanks for today.” I nod and give him a playful smile.

“You’re welcome.”

With that he leaves, fast. As fast as his feet can carry him out of my room and

I know I won’t see him again for the rest of the night.

Yev might be in his late forties and worked with Jude for over twenty years, but he’s exactly like the others. Attracted to me but can’t do shit about it because he knows it means death. And, like most humans, he values his life more than he does anything else.

Night after night for the last five years I’ve watched one guard take the place of another and each of them know Jude’s rules.

No one is to look at me or speak to me for longer than necessary.

No one is to touch me unless if it’s necessary.

And they all follow the rules because no one will forget Pieta who couldn’t take his eyes off me.

Pieta was young and foolish. Jude caught him staring at my ass and ended his life with a bullet to the head before he could get the chance to lie to save himself.

That happened within the first few months of Jude’s reign of terror and everyone including me has been on high alert ever since.

As the door clicks shut, I push to my feet and think about what I’m going to do tonight.

I used last night to plan out what I was doing, but more importantly to assess the suite and the guards.

We have one of the master suites in the hotel, so there are two bedrooms and a living room area.