Novak Read Online Free PDF Page B

gender makes no difference. I think perhaps I picked up the habit when I started interviewing people for the magazine. Knowing how to read people makes for a good interview, though this is the first time I have ever had to utilize my skills on gangsters.
    He has bird-like facial features with the eyes of an eagle and my instincts are telling me that this man is no ordinary driver. Though he isn’t large and there’s nothing overtly threatening about his appearance, I know instinctively that he is dangerous. I can’t shake the feeling that this guy is an assassin—an international hit man type of assassin.

Novak
    I speak into the phone, breathing in slowly and trying to exhale the frustration that threatens to hinder my goal. This woman has a way of pushing the limits of my patience unlike any other I have ever met. She seems to instinctively know how to push my buttons.
    Though I can feel the faint twitching in my temple that betrays my irritation, I manage to remain in control.
    I’m all about control and that means I also keep myself in check when I’m frustrated or angry. It isn’t a habit I have learned; it is who I am.
    Sergei listens intently to my voice.
    “Do not let that bitch out of your sight! I want her brought directly here to me.”
    “Yes, Sir,” is all Sergei has time to say before the phone call is over and I hang up.
    Sergei knows me well and he, of all people, damn sure knows this is not common behavior for me concerning a woman. He’ll deduce there must be something very special about her and Sergei will guard her with his life, literally.

    Sergei
    I have a bit of a sadistic streak in me. Well, I guess I should say a streak a mile wide, because I like to torture people. My favorite thing to do is to torture those who cross my boss.
    This trait in me works out quite well for the both of us, but more than that, Carl and I grew up together and I have a deep-seated allegiance to him.
    Our parents were European immigrants. We had grown up in New York but Carl preferred California so when he moved out west, naturally, I went with him. The bond that we have goes much deeper than an ordinary friendship.
    The immigrants who came to America came in large groups and would, literally, take over whole neighborhoods in major cities of the US.
    Carl’s birth name was Mathias Novak but he had it changed when he left New York at a young age and relocated to San Francisco, California.
    You see, ‘Carl Sims’ sounded much more Americanized and he thought it would keep him from being viewed as a mobster or a thug.
    Carl likes to think of himself as a businessman with an edge and the word ‘mobster’ carries a stigma with it that he doesn’t want to be associated with.
    Being of European descent, he is very particular. He is a polished man, a very precise man, and a perfectionist at everything he does.
    Yes, it is true; not just any woman has the capability to snag Carl’s attention. It takes a certain something, if you will, and women like Katrina are few and far between.
    I know my boss has no intention of letting her get away from him. As if that wasn’t enough, there is also the issue of the diary. I’m certain he will keep Katrina on a short leash and judging by the fire I see in her eyes, he is going to have his hands full doing it.
     
     

     



Chapter Eight
    Novak
    I watch as she runs her hands over the sequins on the jacket. I know it isn’t something she would have normally picked out for herself, but it was purchased from a high-end boutique, and I like it which is all that matters. The bright colors will cause her to stand out in the crowd, but in a tasteful, classy way.
    What she doesn’t realize is that in dressing her, I am ensuring that her mind stays focused solely on me, and that is exactly what I want.
    I know what every good Dominant, Alpha male knows… once you conquer a woman’s mind, you are always with her, whether you are there in body or not.
    I stand and lean against the