Red glared at his phone as it went off the moment he set foot outside of the mansion the Ball had been held at.
He had planned to stalk Rockgut around for a bit, get to know the man's routine and a bit of in person surveillance on the Agent but now all those plans where washed down the drain.
At times, Red hated hiring a sectary. Sure she was useful at times but when it came to telling other companies wanting a meting with him to ever so kindly 'Fuck off' she never seemed capable of doing it. Now he was going to lose valuable time he could have spent observing Rockgut and his team to deal with the Bastards wanting a piece of him and his work.
If this one offered their daughter for a trade- Read: Trying to gain the Company through marriage- Red would personally kill them.
Once had been enough as far as Red was concerned.
"Sir, you're Three O'clock is here."
Red sighed softly as he glanced to his phone and hit the speakerphone.
"Thank you. Please, send them Margret."
"Yes Sir."
Bemoaning quietly to himself the Russian swirled his chair to look out the wall to wall glass window.
Hopefully this wouldn't take too long and he could finally get some real work done. He at least wanted to see the Manhattan Bridge be destroyed in person, he was quite fond of watching his own work in person and it had taken him hours to build the bomb just small enough so they only snap the cords instead of blowing the whole bridge sky high. Then there was the time it took to plant each and every bomb on every cord where it couldn't be spotted.
If everything went well, the people would just assume it collapsed due to faulty building and outside interference.
A firm knock drove Red from his thoughts as the door was opened without waiting for permission. Swirling his chair back around the Russian felt his skin go cold at the woman, shutting the door.
When she looked up a smile graced her face and her silver eyes gleamed in an all too familiar way. Of all the people to discover him, why did it have to be her?
"Hello Red."
The woman seemed to purr as she brushed snow white bangs from her eyes.
"Widow."
Was it too late to shot himself?
Red never once took his eye off the albino as she paced his office, finger running over anything she could touch.
Ebony Ivory, better known to the world as the White Widow. Red knew her solely from childhood days where the Count had tried- and failed- to get him to make friends out of other villains' children.
Red honestly hadn't minded Ebony at first, that was until she got older and decided Red should marry here due to some of her tribe's tradition. If he had know that helping her as a child would be his damnation, Red would have left her that day. Unfortunately he didn't know until it was almost too late. Ebony and her Mother had been planning some sort of Tribe Marriage behind his back.
Though the moment Red had fount out, he had ran without a single look back and avoided Ebony like the plague since. Marriage didn't scare him, but marriage to Ebony was a sure Death Sentence, one Red defiantly wasn't looking for.
"You've done well for yourself."
Widow finally speaks as she runs fingers along the bindings of his favorite book collection.
"Did you expect anything less?"
Red asks, as he leans back in his chair, his uncovered eye following her every move.
"Not really. I was a bit surprised to learn you left home without telling me though."
Red hums softly, knowing better then to fall for the silk covered trap within her words. He can't help but feel a sense of delight as annoyance flashes in her eyes.
"Care to tell me why you're here Widow?"
"Can I not visit My Intended?
Her question sound innocent enough, sugar coated by the softness of her voice, but it doesn't fool Red in the least. The last tine she used that tone, the Russian had fount himself dealing with a few issues he never wanted.
"No."
"No."
His voice is hard and firm, telling Ebony the red head that would one day be her Mate, has not yet forgotten what happened the last time she used such a tone and wore him down enough into agreeing.
A part of her mind made a mental note to teach him how to let go of old grudges once they where married.
If they where married, a more traitorous part of her mind whispered softly yet Ebony quickly brushed it away. Red was her's, he just wasn't aware of it yet. He would eventually see they where meant for each other, once he stopped fooling about with that damn Nigel, that is.
She hated that Damn Nigel for getting between her and the Russian, for trying to steal what was obviously meant for her.
Silently she walks behind the Russian's chair, her fingers lightly gliding over his shoulder and across his neck. She doesn't say a word as she feel muscles tense under her touch. He was never much of the touching sort to began with.
"I need money to get out of town. Those damn Agents are currently watching my accounts."
As much as she hates to admit it, she had burnt one bridge too many. Had one more victim then she should have.
"Who did you do?"
The tone is resigned, he far too used to her way of killing to be bothered by it.
"The Council Head, Ariston."
He wasn't the best she has had, neither in bed nor when she devoured his heart for a snack afterwards.
A soft sigh leave those pale lips, without a word he opens a drawler and hold an envelope over his shoulder.
"There's three grand inside. Don't come back."
Pale fingers close on the envelope as a soft chuckle slips though her lips. He knows as well as she does that once things cool down enough she would be back. Leaning over his shoulder she lightly placed a kiss on the Russian's cheek before slipping away from his chair and towards the door.
She doesn't' have to look back to know her acidic lipstick is already burning the imprint of her lips into his cheek.
The moment the door closes behind her, Red furiously wipes away the lipstick. Scowling as he catches a glimpse of his reflection in her computer monitor and the stubborn outline of lips on his cheek.
He knew from experience it would at least take a day or two to for the outline to fully go away.
"Damn Widow."