Chapter 29. Dead Man Walking

Antoine Lemonte

He was cleverer than most men, and he knew it. Dinara Vasilyev. She was on her way to him. Or she would once this was over.

A bit damaged, but he didn't care. He licked his lips in anticipation.

His next mission. Money. Lots of it. And of course, the new tzarina. But he was hesitant over executing the rest of his plans.

Dominic's bitch might prove to be a handful while the mafia princess was as sweet as they come.

The anticipation was killing him. Nevertheless, he had to wait for the perfect timing. Jordan had the girl hidden somewhere.

Antoine would give her time to heal before he trained her to be his perfect slave.

His cell phone vibrated, and he checked who was trying to call him. Ahh. Speaking of Jordan.

"Antoine, we have the girl at the safe house."

"Good. Set up the camera. It's time to play with the Russian Tzar."

He knew the Vasilyevs had no choice but to give in to his demands or t