“Security is a little laxer now that Giorgos is dead,” I remark.
The man whips around at the sound of my voice, his hand wrapped around his d**k. His eyes arewide and terrified. He opens his mouth to say something, but I don’t have the time for banter. I shoothim between the eyes and reach over his slumped body to disconnect the perimeter cameras.
Xena may control the Simatous and the Battiatos alike, but even she can’t win a war with zerosoldiers. When I’m done sweeping this place, that’s exactly how many she’ll have left.
I storm down the walk. The front door is locked, but it’s pitiful protection. One kick and the woodswings inward and careens against the wall. Hinges break.
A Simatou man is standing in the middle of the entryway, a cellphone press
