Chapter Thirty Three

Rajin didn’t like the news. The ambassador bitch and her daughter had escaped the ambush. Harris seemed confident in tracking down the women. His soldier was a loyal dog, trailing their scent.

But Rajin couldn’t remain on Sri Lankan soil. He trusted his network, but one betrayal could lead to his arrest, and without that USB, he had little leverage over the president. He glanced at his Rolex before taking a seat on a leather sofa. A maid walked by.

“How long must I wait? Are they done packing?” His loafer tapped against the coffee table impatiently.

“I’ll check, sir.” She rushed towards the stairs and Rajin admired her shapely ass. He’d fucked her a few times—along with the rest of the female help. They all bore the marks. Rajin wasn’t a gentle lover. He’d tried with Pearl—his dedicated wife. But she’d never seen the monster below the surface—the man who got excited with thoughts of torture and death. That’s why he’d recorded his “interrogations.” Watching th