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    I watched as he made his way up to the door and rang the bell. A woman scantly dressed in lingerie answered and let him in. My first impression was that this was a girlfriend he was meeting for some afternoon delight, but I learned long ago that things were not always what they seemed. I quickly grabbed my phone and did a title search on the house. Never in a million years would I have guessed who owned that house. It came back to one of the heaviest hitters, if not the heaviest hitter in the game—Alexander Glazov.
    Mr. Glazov was presently residing in Russia with his wife and child. I would wait until I got home and call him on a burner phone. If Mark Bradley was in debt to Glazov, I wouldn’t have to kill him—the man had a death wish if he was in debt to that guy. Nobody fucked with Alexander Glazov and got away with it. Nobody. Even I had a healthy respect for the man and I wasn’t scared of anybody. This was actually good news because it was looking more and more like my mark was trying to have his ex-wife killed to get some cash to pay off some kind of debt.
    I felt a sense of relief to know that my gut feeling that Laura was an innocent victim had been correct. I still held some reservations, just because she looked like little Ms. Innocent didn’t mean that was the case.
    I began making mental notes of how I was going to get into that high-rise of hers and set up surveillance. The voyeur in me caused my cock to harden at the thought of being able to see my little victim in her most intimate of times. I was definitely looking forward to it. I still had every intention of fucking her, and nothing was going to change my mindset. I wanted her and I would have her, she just didn’t know it yet.
     
     



Chapter Six
    Miller
    I waited until later in the evening to work on getting into Laura’s penthouse. It wasn’t going to be easy, but it was do-able. I stood around a darkened corner in a back alley and listened as the Latino worker spoke with one of his fellow employees. My Spanish speaking abilities filled me in on their conversation, and it of course it was about a female coworker.
    I waited until they were done smoking and slipped into the kitchen area. I made sure to stay close against the wall so I wouldn’t be caught on surveillance. The way I was dressed served the purpose of hiding my identity, but the ski mask and dark clothing screamed trouble to any prospective security guard who could possibly be watching the monitors. Normally I had an inside source who could get me into a building for a couple of hundred bucks, but as luck would have it—I didn’t in this case.
    I slid past the guard on duty and made my way onto the elevator, he had been more engrossed in a ball game that was on the TV screen in front of him, than the monitors he was being paid to watch. It bothered me that if I could get past the guard, then somebody else could too. I didn’t like the idea that Laura wasn’t as safe as she thought she was. I was certain that had been one of the reasons that she had chosen to live here. There was security, a doorman, and privacy. Already I was beginning to feel territorial over a woman that I hardly knew.
    I pulled the ball cap I wore down low over my eyes. It would hide my identity and not look so conspicuous. I quickly made my way to Laura’s door and pulled my kit out to begin working on the lock. This simple door kept me separated from the woman who had been unknowingly plaguing my thoughts for the last few days. I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard the lock click and I gently turned the doorknob and made my way in.
    I could feel my heart begin to pound as adrenaline coursed through my system. I looked around and I couldn’t help but be impressed by my surroundings—this place was huge. It was decorated in a contemporary style and everything flowed together perfectly.
    From the white leather couches to the teal pillows that were perfectly situated on them—it was