cargo.
One male had light brown eyes with a tattoo of a hawk in profile on the side of his neck. The black ink was thick, blending perfectly with his tawny skin. His brown hair was cut short in the back but long in the front and flopped over his right eye. She couldn’t see much else of him, but she knew he wasn’t Diamond. His face was too calm, too serene. There was no darkness there. There was, however, a cleverness about him. A hefty dose of intelligence. He was the strategist.
The other male had piercing hazel eyes and took in every detail surrounding him. Rich, reddish-brown skin molded over a perfect form. She could see ink peeking out of his shirt collar. He kept his hair in natural curls with a faded shave. He was rugged and hard-edged. Everything from the strong cut of his jaw to his sharp cheekbones exuded a rigidness—a bit of cruelty—that spoke of struggle and power. He was simply…flawless. The thick slash of his brows and his serious nose hinted at his arrogance. He was not a man people should try to blow up. His full lips were outlined perfectly by his disheveled stubble, but it took nothing away from his overall appearance; instead, it added to the air of danger that surrounded him. The diamonds in his ear were his signature and namesake. Lavarious Diamond, and he didn’t miss a thing. His angry gaze focused on Nadya.
Quick to approach, he walked over to her. “Who the fuck are you?”
“Nadya Stroya. Just wanted to make sure no one got hurt.”
“Yeah, well, someone got dead, you here to help with that?” the other male asked.
“No, sir.”
The other male then turned to Diamond, a huge smile on his face. “Dude, totally like her, can I keep her? She called me sir .”
Diamond’s hazel eyes caught hers, and Nadya tried to look away but couldn’t. His gaze demanded attention and made sure the person he was focused on knew that.
“Why you wearing the get-up? Fuck, are you with that yahoo?” He gestured vaguely around the room to what was left of the bomber. “Is there a dispersing agent in the air?” Diamond stepped close, grabbing her by the arms. “I will end you before I die. You hear me, girl.” He shook her with such force she felt like a rag doll. It jarred her teeth, made her muscles tighten and her skin too tight. Hold it together. His grip still crushing, he stopped shaking her and waited for her response.
“You handle all your women this way? There is no agent that I know of, I was just being careful. And this is how I always dress.”
He didn’t respond to her first remark, just barked orders to the men who stood in the room, waiting.
“Someone get people in here to clean this shit up. Lindy, bring this one to the top floor. Lip, find out who’s behind this. I want you to keep it quiet, but at the same time, let people know we’re on high alert, and get the team here in twenty.”
“Got it, boss.”
Diamond let go of Nadya then stormed out and left the office without so much as a backward glance. Things were not going the way she’d planned. Quite the opposite. She’d been two seconds away from walking out herself. It was either that or break his fucking hands. Calm and steady. Nadya took a deep breath, held it in for ten seconds then released it, slowly. She did it twice more before Lindy’s voice broke through.
“You heard him, girl, follow me. Keep your breather handy. We’ll need it until we pass the fifth floor.”
Nadya followed Lindy out of what was left of the room to a stairwell.
“Elevators don’t work?”
Lindy looked back at her and grunted. “Haven’t you ever heard of conservation? If you can’t make it the twelve flights up, I can tell you right now, you’re not going to be worth much to Diamond. Now, are you coming, or do I need to let him know you’re disobeying a direct order?”
Nadya took a careful step toward Lindy. The other woman didn’t back down. Nadya hadn’t expected her to, but she wanted to clear the air before