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Chapter 12:

Nathan POV

I am sitting comfortably in my office. It's dark and there is only the light of a full moon shining through the window. I love this custom made office chair, it really helps with my back pain. I sigh contently as I lean back and rest my feet on my desk. It's been a long day, dealing with drug smugglers really gives me a hankering for some good whisky. Thank god I know how to put those snot nosed fuckers in their place. I am the boss. I smile and swirl the ice and whisky around in the crystal tumbler in my left hand. All in all, it's been a damn good day.

My personal iPhone begins to ring in the inside pocket of my suit jacket. What the fuck now? I give out an exasperated sigh when I see that it is none other than the paid whore I order to follow Christian around. I know this can't wait. The shadows I put on Christian and Anastasia informed me that they went out for supper together to make their relationship public. The next day, I saw the evidence in the newspapers and tabloids for myself. They were all smiles and stolen kisses. I suppress a gag, I was really hoping they would keep this private for a little longer. My plan hasn't shaped up the way I had originally hoped. Details had to be changed. I hope Rebecca has some good fucking news for me.

"Hello Rebecca."

"I… I have some good news." Oh fuck women and their stupid drama mechanisms. I really don't have the patience to deal with this blonde bitch.

"What is it Rebecca? Just fucking spit it out." I sound murderous, and it's a good thing. Inside, my heart warms. Hopefully she managed to draw my wayward son into her bed.

"I sent Christian a few… Provocative pictures. He never resists that. I would actually bet on Anastasia seeing them as well. She looked quite… Tense around Christian on their date." She sounds pleased with herself but I can't understand why this information helps me in anyway. I guess it's a start.

"So did he come to your bed and fuck you?" I already know the answer, but I want her to admit her failure and waste of my fucking money.

"No…" The answer is nothing but a whisper of shame. She's nothing but a blonde whore under my employment. She's a failure. "But I will succeed Sir. I swear." Her voice sounds a little more confident. Dumb bitch.

"Good. I would like to remind you though, that your job is not to comment on Anastasia. Your job, is only to do what I pay you for." I hang up the phone and lean back in my chair again. I am powerful. I am calm. I am in control. I repeat this mantra over and over while breathing slowly in through my nostrils. Rebecca doesn't know shit all about what is really going on here. I suspect it is because the little whore has fallen for Christian. I may just have to get rid of her… But then again, she may be useful if she can cause discord between the two love birds.

I smirk and sip the now watered-down whisky from my glass. I never thought of using Rebecca in this plan, I honestly never thought she'd have the fucking brains. I will never admit to being wrong, but I can admit that I see a new-found use for her. I pick up my Samsung business phone from the mahogany desk in front of me. I press the second speed dial button. It only rings once before a man with curt military style answers picks up. He is my secret weapon and is essential to my plan to get rid of Anastasia Grey once and for all.

"Yes?"

"Where is our lovely Ana?

"In her bedroom." Sometimes his short, clipped answers piss me off. I need more information.

"Company with her again tonight?" I sigh.

"Christian."

"Does anyone suspect your position when it comes to Miss Grey?"

"No Sir." I swear I hear faint amusement in this man's voice. "I never get caught."

"Good. Keep it that way." I sound annoyed. He immediately goes back to his clipped tone.

"Guaranteed."

"And Sawyer?" I lean farther back in my chair, with a smirk on my face. "Don't let Taylor sniff you out. I shouldn't ever need to remind you. Follow it that order, or you know exactly what I'll do to you." I add menacingly.

"Of course." The line goes dead and I let some of the tension drain from my shoulders. Sawyer is second in command of Anastasia's security team. I struck gold when I learned that, once upon a time, his wife was pretty fucking deep into the great wide world of drugs. He would do anything for his poor little whore and her little bastard son.

I'm a prick, I know. I don't give a shit. This world is a hell-hole and the only way anyone comes out on top, is if they learn to play the sins better than the next fucker. It's a risky move, having Sawyer as my inside man, but one thing I learned from my own mistakes is that you should always take the greatest risk, as long as you have a pretty damn glorious safety net.

This may be Hell, but I am Satan.