Page 92 of Endure the Pain

“Thank you,” he said and stuffed his hands into his pockets. “There are a lot of people looking for you.”

I waved my hand flippantly. “I’m taking a vacation from the family.”

“Breaking and entering is an interesting way to spend a vacation.” His striking blue eyes narrowed. “How did you get in here?”

I mocked innocence. “There was no breaking involved. I simply walked through the front door.”

“Sure you did,” Eitan drawled.

I let a slow, evil smile form as I looked at Eitan. “How’s the hand?”

Eitan squeezed said hand into a fist before he took a step forward. Sasha moved in front of him, blocking him from approaching any further.

“Why are you here, Maura?” Sasha asked.

I stood from his chair and rounded his desk. “I kept your throne warm for you,” I teased and moved past him to where he had a couch placed up against the wall, under his massive TV. I took a seat and crossed my bare legs. I was wearing a short, form-fitting black dress with bright yellow heels.

I held out my hand toward his desk. “Why don’t you sit, and I’ll tell you.”

Sasha moved behind his desk and took a seat. Eitan positioned himself in the corner of the room, so that he could keep an eye on everyone.

“You know that I have to tell Stefan that you were here,” Sasha said.

“We should call him now. He’s offering a lot of money to whoever can find her,” Eitan grumbled.

I leaned back, comfortably as if I didn’t have a care in the world. “You can try, but you might find that your cell phones don’t have any service at the moment.”

Eitan scowled and crossed his arms over his chest. Sasha was patiently waiting for me to get to the point.

“I’m here to offer you a lot of money to help me kill a few people, or more specifically, a few prisoners,” I said.

Sasha’s face blanked, his eyes unblinking. “How many are a few?”

“Eighteen,” I answered.

Eitan snorted. Sasha’s blank face faltered as laughter filled his eyes. “That’s more than a few.”

I glanced at Asher, a silent cue. He moved away from the wall as he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a thumb drive. He held it out to Sasha, who took it and flipped it around in his fingers.

“On that drive you will find files on each of the eighteen men I want taken out… shanked… shivved?” I shrugged. “I don’t know the correct prison term. They’re serving time in five different prisons. You have…comradesalso serving time in the same prisons.”

Sasha plugged the drive into his computer and gave me an expectant look. The drive was password protected.

“The password is Cheerios,” I said.

The corner of his mouth lifted, obviously remembering our first encounter when I'd asked him if I'd pissed in someone’s Cheerios by dancing in his club.

Sasha briefly looked over a few files. “They’re all Aryans.”

I didn’t deny it.

“What did the Aryans do to piss off Stefan’s princess?” Eitan asked.

A look of understanding came over Sasha. “That’s who attacked you three months ago?”

I caught Eitan grimacing.

I held a stone exterior. “Yes.”