I am.
Ten bodies are scattered around the space. Small pools of blood have gathered around their heads and shoulders from the large gaping wounds across their throats.
I scan over all the bodies. The slice is clean. Whoever did it was left-handed. The cut starts shorter on the left side and deepens into the right.
“No footage from this space?” I ask, already knowing it’s gone. But I still ask.
“None. Everything throughout the ship was wiped.” Sacha informs me from the door.
Each kill is the exact same. Someone who was fast, silent, or maybe there were several of them.
I bend down and look for any more markings on the bodies, but the only wound is the slice across their throats. This security man’s face is covered in acne. I move to the next and notice a small red dot just along his jawline. It might be nothing, but as I continue to check, I see it on all men.
“When are they being sent for autopsies?”
Sacha’s laugh is quick and short as I look at him. “They aren’t. Their throats were slit.”
I rise and look around the floor, I’m not sure what I’m looking for, but I don’t find anything. “I want a full autopsy performed,” I say and glance at him.
He nods. “Okay.” He doesn’t sound convinced, but I’m not here to convince him. I’m here to find out whoever did this, and from the looks of it, the security wasn’t at full capacity. The small red mark could be a tranquilizer. Maybe.
“What’s in the crates?” I ask, pointing at the large stack of them.
“Food,” Sacha answers.
I walk over to the first one and try to pry it open, but can’t with my small penknife.
“Can you open one?”
Sacha gives me the same look he just gave me a moment ago when I suggested that the bodies needed to be autopsied. He goes to a small station and reappears with a crowbar. I stand back as he pries the crate open. Once it’s open, I lean in.
Sacha doesn’t say anything about the stacks of cocaine inside the crates, but as I glance at him, I can see the surprise in his eyes. I cut open the bag and taste it.
It’s cocaine, just like I thought.
“I’ll need the log for the loading dock for the last six months too.” I wasn’t sure if any of this was linked or if the men were told it was food so they wouldn’t go near it, but either way, I needed to do a thorough check.
I stay another thirty minutes going through the ship, but nothing is out of the ordinary. Sacha promises to get all the paperwork back to my penthouse within a few days.
“Pavel is watching her,” Michail informs me the moment I step into the penthouse. I remove my jacket and think of how best to approach her. She isn’t forthcoming with information about what happened, and I want the reason why that is.
I rest my suit jacket on the arm of the couch before I make my way down the hall. Pavel greets me at the open door, and I don’t pause but step into one of the guest bedrooms. There’s no sign of Evie.
The plants on either side of the archway into the bathroom had me tilting my head to try to see her. I pause as I step into the bathroom. She’s standing across from a large golden mirror, looking at herself. Her large breasts are perky. The pink nipples have my cock hardening against my trousers.
Breasts that have never been touched by a man. The longer I stare at them, the harder my cock grows.
My gaze trails down across creamy skin, a flat stomach all the way to the white beaded panties that cover her pussy. Light reflects off the beads, and she looks like a goddess.
The panties don’t cover her ass; it’s just a string that’s sucked up in-between perfect round cheeks that I’d love to spank. Her long legs are perfect—a nightgown pools around her feet.
My gaze travels right back up to her face. I take my time since she doesn’t know I’m looking. Then her gaze clashes with mine. Her eyes grow round, but she doesn’t move. I take a step deeper into the room.
Her gaze darts down to my trousers, where my hard-on bulges; I don’t try to hide it. Color pours into her creamy cheeks like molten lava.
I take another step, and her nipples harden. She’s turned on, too.
“You shouldn’t be looking at me.” She holds her head high as she speaks. Her accent has me clenching my jaw. Everything about Evie just wants me to fuck her. Would I pay a million bucks to have her? It didn’t seem such an outrageous price now that I was standing in front of her. Her beauty was almost otherworldly.
“Why not?” I ask and purposely let my eyes roam across her flesh.
She doesn’t move or reach down for her dressing gown. She doesn’t try to cover up her body.
“Only my future husband is allowed to look at me.”
I stop at her tone. “You don’t like the idea of that?”
She flinches like I caught her out on something and bends to gather up her robe. Her long black hair falls away from her shoulders, revealing a scar.
“I thought you had to be flawless.”
My words have her snapping up straight. She drags the dressing gown over her flesh and cuts me off from looking at her any longer. But now that I know what lies under her clothes, I can’t erase that from my mind. I don’t want to.
“We do.” She pulls her long hair out of the back of the dressing gown before
