Jett

28

UNEDITED

German Translations at the end of the chapter

"So tell me a little bit about yourself Miss Katarina..."

Kayden half listened to whatever mundane conversations were going on in the comms as he danced with Naziah. The party was everything he had expected with it's high ceiling and large windowed ballroom; packed with men and women alike looking as if they belonged on the red carpet. The dresses were appropriately extravagant and the suits looked like they had been custom made and freshly pressed just that morning. Apparently, the country's drug dealing elite didn't really know the meaning of the word 'simple.' Waiters moved around the room with sparkling champagne in glasses that one of the women swore were pure crystal. An orchestral like band had been set up at the front of the room, providing a backing track to the swaying partner dancing that quite a large number of the attendants were doing.

When they had first walked in Kayden had felt as if he were in a James Bond movie. They were undercover in a room full of drug dealers. He'd never been undercover before. He'd be under covers but never undercover. It was almost thrilling. Though, he had quickly begun to feel restless. He had twirled Naziah around the entire room for what seemed like hours and the most exciting thing that had happened was that Jett almost snapped someone's wrist for trying to touch her butt. Boy did he know how it felt to be in that position.

He cast a glance at the girl in question, her tattooed back facing him and drawing in more than a few intrigued glances. He had heard an older woman whisper something about her being a Russian drug dealer who had stumbled across a game changing drug that she planned to unveil in a few days' time. It seemed that rather than causing suspicion, the almost menacing looking tattoo made her blend even further into the crowd. Especially when she spoke with a threatening looking middled aged man who had a long scar marring the left side of his face. Though Kayden couldn't understand their quick fire Russian through the comms, the almost heated manner to their exchange made it sound like they were in the middle of bartering for some sort of business deal.

Jazz had found herself on the other side of the room, sitting on the lap of one of the younger party goers and whispering incredibly R rated things into his ear. From the look on his face Kayden could tell that he had been effectively rendered useless. She could have slit his throat then and there and he would have thanked her for her time.

"I can't believe her," Naziah muttered, her face turned away from Kayden as she stared in the direction of her sister. "Jesus Christ, she could probably convince Hitler that the perfect race actually had red hair and black eyes."

Jazz's eyes slid over to where Kayden and Naziah were dancing, sending them a sly wink at the comment.

Naziah rolled her own dark eyes turned before turning back to Kayden as her painted lips quirked into an amused smile. Jinx had actually done a decent job in quickly styling the girl, so much so that Naziah's allure could very well rival her sister's in her hip hugging black dress. Kayden still hadn't entirely gotten used to the fact that she and Jazz were identical and despite the difference in hair colour he still had to remind himself that he was talking to an entirely different person.

"I can't believe how long it's taking for something to actually happen," Kayden muttered under his breath.

"Patience is a virtue, young PINOP," Naziah chided with an amused chuckle, "besides, I haven't seen our blue haired friend in quite a while which almost undoubtedly means that she's found herself in some kind of trouble."

"I can hear you you know," Jinx's indignant tone flowed into Kayden's ear.

Naziah snorted but didn't reply.