𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭

13

Dariya's POV

"You fucking German whore!" My brows rose in quiet surprise as I walked past Remi and his company from last night, who was just digging it in deep.

Their shouting, well her shouting and his incessant pleas for her to leave woke me from my peaceful sleep.

"Could you please leave?" He said again calmly, gesturing to the door, his eyes glued to the wall beside her head.

"All you men are the same!" She screamed one last time, shoving past him and out the door, her heels in hand.

"Americans are crazy." He said under his breath, shaking his head as he closed the door and locked it.

"Are they? Or are you just having sex with the crazy ones?" I questioned as I walked across the living room to the kitchen.

"I probably am but what can I say the ladies love me, a bit too much." He grimaced at his words, following behind me.

"How was your date with lover boy?"

"Lover boy?" I questioned, brow raised. He only stared at me, waiting for me to answer.

"It was fine."

"Just fine, did you get some?" I groaned quietly in annoyance. He was like that girl best friend that was way too invested in your sex life.

"We are basically brother and sister Remington and brothers don't ask their sisters if they had sex...so casually." I held up the bread silently asking if he wanted.

"Yes, and I'm an unique brother so answer the question."

"No, we didn't have sex."

"There must be so much frustration built up in you." He said in disappointment, pursing his lips.

"Nope, I'm completely fine."

"That's what you say now. Are you going out with him again?"

"Yeah, today I think but it's more to do something for his family's mafia." Sliding the toast into the toaster, I turned to him, leaning back on the counter top.

"Really? What exactly?"

Remi and I both did things in the business. I controlled the business and he was the brains behind most of the tech. He would be the rightful one to hack someone, I only knew what I had to when it came to hacking.

"Basically, someone used my tech and resources to hack them and took pictures or a picture of them without their knowledge and they want help finding them."

"That isn't you right?" I gave him a deadpanned look.

"Why would I want to spy on them? You know I don't deal with mafias outside of Europe, I want nothing to do with America and their multiple organizations that insist on taking us down." Even though we lived in Germany and the main headquarters for our business was in Germany, a few US agencies always find a way to send spies into out territory.

I have absolutely no dealing with and mafias outside of Europe and they always seemed to find dealings with me. The only reason they even knew about me was because I supplied for the Spanish Mafia and well, they are usually based in America. Though I never order them to ship it to America and ship it to Spain, when they receive the supply, they obviously still have to take it to America to sell it.