3: Poisoned

KATHY

The thing about going undercover to seduce information out of a Mafia lord when you're 24 hours post betrayal, heartbreak and working on just a birthday cake in your stomach with just 3 hours of sleep... It is not the best idea.

I knew this. But I accepted the mission anyways.

If I catch this criminal, I would get promoted and things would be looking up for me.

Later that evening I stood outside one of the most expensive bars in the city.

11-11.

Known for it's busiest hour... 11pm.

I walked into the bar, under dressed with heavy make up.

Low lighting, dark wood, jazz playing. Everyone looked like they had secrets.

According to intelligence, Viktor would be here tonight.

I spotted Viktor immediately. He sat alone at a private corner. Like he owned the room... maybe he did.

My heart skipped.

My job was simple.

Meet him.

Get his attention.

Build trust.

Simple.

But what if he recognised me? He saved me just yesterday.

Luckily I wasn't on uniform because I went to the church and I didn't have my badge on me because I started chasing after Petrov immediately I got to the scene.

I moved before I could talk myself out of it.

His eyes lifted just a little.

Gray, sharp, hard.

His gray eyes settled on me immediately.

Maybe he had recognised me.

But his expression remained perfectly neutral so I walked closer.

Two hefty men... which I assumed were his security guards... blocked my way but he told them to let me through.

Good.

"Can I sit?" I asked.

"That depends" he said. That was the first time I had heard his voice.

Husky. Deep russian accent that would totally turn me on.

Focus Kathy.

"Depends on what?" I asked lifting a brow.

"Whether or not you're interesting"

I nearly rolled my eyes. He must be a perv just like other men.

I smiled instead.

"I guess you'll have to find out"

And to my surprise he gestured towards the empty chair for me to sit.

We talked, randomly.

I was trying not to blow my cover, because the more he talked, the more he looked so hot in my eyes.

He didn't seem to recognise me at all, which made me nervous. So I ordered a drink.

Then another.

And another.

I shouldn't be drinking this much. I should be professional. But it felt like this was what I needed yesterday but instead, I ate cake.

I was trying hard to focus on the mission and not think about Daniel.

"You handle fire arms very well" he said, his gaze dropping to my hands.

My pulse jumped.

"What makes you say that?"

"Your grip"

I forced a shrug.

"My ex boyfriend got it for me"I lied, "I've had it for about 6 months"

His expression remained the same. He was hard to read.

Somehow I knew he didn't believe me, but that was enough for now.

1 hour later, the alcohol was clouding my thoughts already.

Was he making me drink on purpose?

Get a grip Kathy!

"Bad day?" He suddenly asked.

I laughed bitterly.

"Terrible week, you have no idea" I replied.

"Try me"

He must be bored out of his mind for him... a Mafia lord... to have the time to indulge me.

I stared into my glass.

"Yesterday was my birthday. I thought my boyfriend was going to propose but instead, I found him in bed with another woman"

I laughed again, but he remained silent.

'Wow. That was professional'

But fuck it.

"Worse part of the whole thing is, he just had to do it on my birthday. No respect whatsoever. As if that's not enough, he did it with the one lady I always complained to him about" I blurted out.

I was already reeling in emotions because I continued talking while Viktor just looked at me... expressionless.

"Do you want to know who this lady is?" I asked, like someone like him would care about something like that.

"Who?" he asked to my surprise.

"Iris" I said like he was supposed to know who Iris was. "Iris, my ex best friend... who is also my step sister"

That last part came as a shock to him because his expression changed just a little bit before going back to normal.

"Fuck them both" he said and I laughed.

I laughed genuinely for the first time since yesterday.

After a while I excused myself to the restroom to slap myself and come back to my senses.

When I came out, the bartender handed me a drink and said someone bought me the drink.

I gulped it down without hesitation thinking Viktor had ordered it.

I could feel the burn in my chest when I took the drink, it tasted a little too strong.

I dropped the glass and walked towards Viktor, ready to call it a night when I felt a wave of dizziness hit me.

My legs were suddenly unsteady and I tried to hold on to something to steady myself.

This was weird.

I could handle a lot of alcohol but this one seemed different.

I tried to focus but the room spun and my vision blurred. I finally placed my hand on one of the barstools trying to steady myself but it felt like everything was slipping away.

What did I drink?

Have I been poisoned?

Did Viktor know I was undercover all along and decided to kill me by poisoning me?

What was I thinking? Drinking with the most dangerous man in the country.

Was I going to die like this? Without finding out exactly how my parents died? Without finding out who killed them?

Alot of thoughts were in my head. Who was going to take care of Nana if I'm gone. Obviously not Iris.

My body felt so hot. I tried to move further to grab my purse from Viktor's table when the whole world spun and suddenly I was on the ground.

Unable to move. My body was burning.

It didn't feel like I was dying anymore, it felt like I wanted something.

I suddenly wanted Viktor to fuck me senseless.