On His Orders (The Billionaire's Way 1)

“Fuck you!” I scream in a rage that just explodes out of me. I lunge at the as**sassin and violently bite into the side of her face. I feel my teeth sink into her skin and muscle tissue. Veronika falls backward in complete shock as blood spills from the side of her face. My fingernails cut through the rope. I lunge forward and proceed to punch and thrash at the woman who said the one thing that should never be said to me -no one threatens my man!

I grab that bitch by the neck and punch her in the face.

“You f**king cunt!” I yell as I repeatedly punch her. I stand up and drive the spiked heel of my boot right down on her right hand. I grind the heel down on her hand until she screams. Then I look down at that boot and see the pen. The pen with the five inch blade.

I reach down and grab the pen. I click the button, releasing the blade. “I will f**king kill you!” I scream as I raise the weapon over my head. I get down on my knees. I see the fear in her eyes. I wait a second just to savor the moment.

I drive the blade down. Then I am suddenly hit from the side. I feel two large men on top of me. “Dammit!” I scream. “Let me go. I want to kill that bitch!” I yell from the top of my voice.

One of the men puts his hand over my face. “It’s okay, Sarah. Stop. Stop. The NYPD is here. They are putting Veronika into custody.”

I punch and kick at the men who turn out to be the “Wolves” employed by Mr. Peak. Little did they know that they would have to protect the kidnapper from me. The large ex-Special Forces soldiers hold me down with all of their strength. I watch as the NYPD handcuff and arrest Veronika. My body and my mind are an eruption of homicidal rage. It’s not enough that Veronika is going to jail. She is not allowed to live on this Earth as long as she wants to bring harm to Mr. Peak!

The “wolves” hold me down as I rage and curse. The security men sit me up so the NYPD can interview me. The police officers are really nice and even seem a bit starstruck. The security men stand me up and escort me through the rear of the club.

Outside, an armored Mercedes van is waiting for us. We get inside. I look down at my hands and see blood on my fingertips. I scratched up that bitch. It upsets me that I was not able to put an end to her.

The van speeds back to Mr. Peak’s townhouse. We get there and the damn paparazzi are waiting for us. There is so much energy inside of me that I want to just pound on all of those photographers. The wolves get out and deal with the intrusive media without causing anymore incidents.

I am escorted into Mr. Peak’s residence. The big man himself is waiting for me at the foyer. I run up into my boss’s arms and wrap my legs around his waist. I start to kiss his neck and his face. Mr. Peak holds me with such a grip that I know the devil himself couldn’t hurt me.

“Good work, gentlemen,” Mr. Peak says to the mercenaries.

“We’ll patrol the perimeter until you give us the ‘all clear’ code, Mr. Peak,” one of the wolves tells my boss. The mercenaries leave us alone. Mr. Peak carries me over to the parlor room and sits down on one of the leather sofas.

My boss grabs my head and forces me to look him in the eye. “Why did you disobey me when I told you to get away from the as**sassin?”

Tears roll down my cheeks. My lower lip quivers as I look at my boss. “The Cayman Islands.”

“What?!”

“I didn’t want to leave until I found out where Sergy Molidak was hiding. I listened to Veronika’s phone conversation with Sergy. He is the one who engineered the kidnapping. Right now, Sergy is in the Cayman Islands.”

My boss pulls me away from him. Oh God, I don’t want to be away from Mr. Peak for more than a second. I rest my head on his stomach as he picks up his phone. My boss dials a number and growls an order. “You know that problem we were discussing earlier? You can find that problem in the Cayman Islands. I want that problem dealt with permanently. Upon completion of your mission, I will send you ten thousand ounces of gold. Using today’s closing gold price of sixteen hundred dollars per ounce, your payment will be in excess of 16.5 million dollars.”

Mr. Peak listens to the person on the other end of the line. My God. He is going after Sergy! It sounds like he is talking to some other “wolves” who are being paid a King’s ransom to take down the dictator’s son.

My boss hangs up the phone and calmly places it on a nearby table. He picks me up and puts me onto his lap. Mr. Peak strokes my hair as he looks at the blood on my hands. “It looks like those weapons came in handy,” Mr. Peak remarks.