Savage Affair : Book 2 Of The Affair.

Deadly schemes.

30.

Buddy Lark arrived at the Beverly Hills house at 10 a.m that Saturday morning and the housekeeper sent him straight up to the office.

"Good morning Boss." Buddy said.

Klaus glanced up at him from behind the desk which was spread with documents.

"I want you to handle Rozelle.
Make it look like an accident."

"Yes sir." Buddy didn't ask any questions , he simply turned and left.

Klaus pushed the papers into a pile and then abruptly stood up from his desk to watch through the window as Buddy crossed the lawn.

Although his expression was regretful, nevertheless Klaus had

already made up his mind to get rid of Buddy as soon as he ...finished with Rozelle.

Buddy had always been his most loyal henchmen and Klaus doubted that he could find

another to take his place but then he shrugged such rueful emotions aside.

Of course he would find a replacement for Buddy Lark

because for the right price anyone could be seduced into performing a duty.

Klaus was well aware of everything that was going on between his wife and that

tramp, Rozelle while Katrina was in New York, he'd had her tailed by another of his best spies and

after receiving the infuriating information that Katrina was shamelessly throwing herself at

Rozelle, Klaus had concluded that the only way to stop the affair was to end her existence once and for all.

He'd been patient, had tried to warn Rozelle, tried to scare her off but the whore refused to get the message.

The only solution now was to kill her.

Klaus smiled a genuine smile for the first time in weeks and was

whistling cheerfully as he strolled downstairs to find his sons.

The boys were playing badminton in the back of the property.

Klaus watched them for several moments before calling a halt to the game.

"Let's go for a drive boys." He cheerfully suggested.

Richard asked,"Where are we going?"

Klaus shrugged,"Anywhere you like.
But first the both of you need a shower and a change.

I'll be waiting in the gray Mercedes."

With that he turned and strolled towards the garage where three,

Mercedes model luxury cars, the limo and his personal favorite, the recently purchased coal black, Lamborghini Huracan was parked.

Klaus paused next to his latest acquisition to lovingly run his hand down the glossy finish.

He only drove this car on midnight runs to places like Chapels and another sex club.

As a matter of fact he would visit Chapels tonight.

His mobile phone chirped and digging it out of the back pocket of the gray, jeans that he was wearing with a solid black

Gucci hoodie, Klaus frowned at Katrina's number before swiping the "answer" icon wondering

what the deceitful wench could possibly want now.

"Yes wife."

"Darling how are you?" She asked.