Queen of the Underworld

76

FOUR MONTHS LATER

"Do we need to go over the plan again?"

I looked to my brother for an answer. "No, I got it."

"Jess?"

"No."

"Perfect."

Step one: Isolate.

I made my way to the bar where he was calmy sitting down drinking a glass full of liquor. We've been waiting for him to take enough drinks to be out of his mind.

More than he already is.

A pretty lady walking down an club in Jakarta seems to go unnoticed, which is surprising considering this place is crawling with gangsters.

Then again, Indonesia is Lorenzo-owned. Which is exactly why he let me come with my siblings when a month ago I told him I "needed a break to get my head together."

I did need to get my head together, but not with a break.

There's men everywhere around here. Some are following me with their eyes, others busy with shady business deals.

I truly wonder if they recognize me. If they did, it would not be good for me.

He was no more than a few feet away.

I approached slowly, breathing in and out knowing he'd recognize me the second he saw me. The red dress and heavy makeup wouldn't hide me from him.

It was simple really. He was on the farthest seat near the door. Convenient when I had a car parked right outside ready to take him. When he sees me, he panics. A normal defense mechanism when panicking is to stumble back in order to get away from the danger. As he stumbles back, I stab him with the tiny needle that'll tranquilize him as he crosses the door. Once he does, we'll haul his ass inside the car and drive to the basement I bought out.

It would be much easier to get help from the various men Lorenzo has here, except they'd have to get his orders to do so. He doesn't know I'm doing this.

And he wouldn't approve, since he doesn't consider Michael "the main priority right now."

No more than two feet away, I take a deep breath and close the gap between him and I.

Now or never Anastasia.

I tap his shoulder twice. It all seems to happen at a weird pace. Too fast to process yet slow enough to nearly kill me with anticipation and suspense.

He turns around and looks me in the eye. And does just that. Stares. A hint of surprise makes an appearance at first, but quickly passes. No panic or anything that could remotely help me.

Instead, the panic seems to take shelter in me. I can't seem to process anything but the fact that this man was in front of me.

He goes back to his drink and sighs. "I knew you were searching for me, just didn't expect you to find me so soon."

So soon? "It's been nearly half a year. That isn't soon."

Why are you making conversation?

He shrugged, "could have taken years. I guess the Bauer brothers really helped, huh?"