Dark Femme (BWWM)

Chapter Twenty Nine

(Hi, I'm super sorry for the long delay. I've been thinking about this story a lot and I wished I would've gone with a different route for this particular part of the story. I kept trying to write around it but I finally decided to just rewrite it.

That being said, if you think you've read this chapter, you have not!"

Thaddeus Spade

One week later

I opened the door to the car and slammed it behind me.
I was in a parking garage on 5th Avenue with an office rental space directly above it.

This was neutral ground.

I notice as I walked the distinct feeling of eyes on my back. Although I felt the hair at the back of my neck bristle at the unsettling feeling, I know that just as they are watching me, my men have eyes on them as well.

I put the bouquet of roses I was carrying behind my back as I approached a Light blue sedan.

The car door opened and Gracie walked out.
The middle aged blonde woman was wearing a long coat that was nearly the same shade of blue as the car she just came out from.

She was dressed in a pair of slack and an inoffensive blouse. With her petite frame you might assume her to be as harmless as any other woman of her height and size but Gracie was anything but.

"I thought you'd never call." Is the first thing the woman said to me and I send her an earnest smile because she'd won this battle.

I didn't want to call her but the suspense of not knowing where the kazlov clan were was driving me slowly to the brink of insanity.

Of course a family like that would know how to tuck their tail and hide. I knew that before letting them stay with me under the guise of needing a place to hide. But all my eyes out in the world, Russia especially have consistently reported nothing.

Calling Gracie was always a low point for me.
Calling law enforcement was a low point for anyone in my business but still I called her two days ago to arrange a meeting.

"I knew you missed me." She said when I didn't say anything.

The key to getting out of this place without giving her too much was keeping my mouth shut.
The less I say, the less she knows and the safer my operation will be.

Just like any other clan fighting for territory, Gracie and the CIA were my competitors.
Even though we smile, bat our lashes at each other and both tense up when question went too far off course, we knew that any moment, we could be the victim of the other.

I don't trust Gracie but she's the best contact I've gotten from the CIA.
When I killed my father and my kingdom fell apart, it was her hand that pulled me out of the rubble, gave me a new identity and send me off to Alaska to start a new life.

I grew deadly bored of the whole thing just to return to her and company already setting up dealers in the territory my family has run for generations.

Their grift was not unique, every now and then a law enforcement agency will get caught trafficking drugs or forcing people who were caught trafficking to pay them in order to avoid arrest.

The CIA was especially prolific about it, they've been caught and 'punished' a couple times.

'Just because there's a bad apple in the bunch doesn't mean you throw away the whole harvest.' The director says on the news after their most recent public relations disaster.
The roots of this diseased Apple tree run deep...there's never just one rotten apple, in fact you'd be lucky to find a good one.