6: 3 months

KATHY

When the car came to a stop I looked out the window then froze.

My house.

My actual house?

A chill ran down my spine immediately.

How did he know where I and Nana lived?

I looked at him and a small smile creeped up his lips. He knew what I was about to ask.

I decided to brush it off with the other things about him that I didn't have the energy to examine yet.

He finally let go off my waist as if telling me it was time to go.

I awkwardly climbed out of the car and the moment I got out, the car pulled away. I looked around to make sure nobody was watching. Before going into the house.

I tried hard not to think about everything that happened last night, not like I could remember much. But fact that I spent it at a Mafia boss's pent house.

What the hell was I thinking?

This wasn't how my life was supposed to be going... at all.

I entered the house as quietly as I could so I wouldn't wake Nana, but unfortunately she was already awake. She was drinking some herbal tea in the kitchen, both hands wrapped around the cup.

"Where were you last night?" She asked catching me off guard.

I nearly tripped and fall face flat to the ground.

"Good morning to you too, Nana" I said nervously.

"Katherine" she called out.

She barely uses my full name except it meant business. I was not going to get out of this one scot-free, that I already knew.

"I stayed with a friend" I said.

Technically that wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the truth either.

'this so called friend is a Mafia boss. One you're trying to catch' my brain reminded me immediately.

Nana wasn't convinced at all but thankfully she let it go... for now.

I showered quickly and dressed up in my uniform. I completely slipped breakfast and made it to the precint just in time.

Getting to work early felt like a personal victory to me given the last 48 hours of my life.

But that victory didn't last.

"Bishop, Harris wants to see you" officer Reeves said.

Great!

Just great!

I hadn't even taken my seat yet or had a coffee. My head was banging from yesterday.

Now that I think about it, what exactly was in that drink? I couldn't remember everything completely.

I made my way upstairs and entered into his office.

"Close the door" he said.

I closed it. Sat accross from him and did my best impression of a detective who had not just spent last night drugged, in a Mafia boss's bed with zero memory of what had happened.

I don't know whether to believe Viktor or not. I wouldn't sleep with someone like him.

A criminal.

"Katherine" commissioner Harris pulled me out of my thoughts.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

I blinked.

What did he mean? I work here.

"Working...?" I said, unsure of what was happening.

"No" he waved his hand.

"I'm sorry sir..."

"Did you read the whole file given to you yesterday?" He asked with concern.

Oh shit!

I had completely forgotten about that. I was supposed to study Viktor at the bar and go back home to read the remainder of the file.

"You are supposed to be off for 3 months" he said, folding his hands.

" I... i don't understand sir"

" Katherine you're not going to catch Viktor by sitting behind a desk" he sighed.

That was true.

"3 months Katherine. We need you inside" he continued.

Inside.

A memory of last night hit me immediately, Viktor's hand inside my...

Heat crept up my neck and I quickly shrugged it down.

No.

Absolutely not.

Focus Katherine. Focus.

"We need access" Commissioner Harris's voice echoed back into my head.

"Access to what?" I asked stupidly.

My mind was not in it's right state.

"Everything" Commissioner Harris barked, making me flinch in the chair. "His business, his people, his home"

When he was done barking orders at me, I finally stood up, ready to leave. As soon as I opened the door he spoke again.

"Katherine"

"Sir"

"I'll need you to check in at the precint once a week for weekly reports" he said, "and Katherine... don't let me down"

"Yes sir" I nodded before leaving his office.

The only good thing about this whole thing was that I would get enough time to rest and spend some time with Nana before figuring out how to infiltrate his "home".

Flashes of the penthouse came to my mind. It looked too... cold.

Which meant the penthouse wasn't his home.

Was it just a place where he slept with girls? Not like any of that matters.

I sat on my desk, packing some of my stuff, then I took the file out of my work bag to read through it.

While I was looking through the file it stated that he had a niece. Anya Svyatoslav. She was just 8 years old.

I got into my car and sat in it longer than I should have, trying to figure out how I would get into his house.

A maid? A personal assistant? A cook?

No.

None of that would work for me.

I decided to enjoy the rest of the day with Nana so I drove back to the house.

The moment I got home, something felt off. There was a beat down car parked outside and it wasn't one I recognised.

Who would have visited? No one besides Gabby visited and that wasn't her car.

I came out of the car and brought out my gun, held it with both hands and turned off the safety switch. Slowly, I walked into the apartment and a whiff of strong cologne hit my nose.

"Nana?" I called out but I got no replies back.

I walked through the living room and into the kitchen but no one was there.

"Miss me?" A voice said from behind me and I whipped around with my gun pointing towards the intruder.

"What are you doing here, Iris?"