Just a Bit Wicked

five months later

Vlad was lounging on the couch watching TV with a bottle of beer when the phone rang.Chelsea had just scored a point from Liverpool, much to his annoyance and disappointment.He bet on Liverpool to win, but damn Gabriel Dewar insisted on scoring and it all went wrong.

The phone rang again.Vlad glanced drowsily at the caller's name, squinting his eyes, suspecting that he was dazzled; he confirmed once more that yes, it was indeed that person.

Roman Demidov, his former boss, the ungrateful bastard.Vlad had respected him so much that he had foolishly thought they were friends; as a result, he had fired Vlad five months ago for no reason.Well, maybe not "for no reason," but Vlad was still pissed off.He has been born and died for this bastard for 15 years, can it be worth a little plaything?

Vlad stared at the phone, sighed, turned off the TV, and pressed the call button.He is too lazy to be polite. "Why are you looking for me? Didn't you tell me to get as far away as possible?" Anyway, it was similar cruel words.Roman was strangling his neck at the time, and Vlad couldn't remember exactly what he said, but the meaning was unmistakable.Honestly, he'd be lucky to get out alive.Roman was always ruthless when he was angry, and Vlad knew this well, so he didn't make much excuses for himself.

"Things have changed," Roman said. "You got a job yet?"

"You know you don't," Vlad pouted.Roman made many enemies, and his enemies offered Vlad countless job opportunities, but Vlad didn't accept any of them.He is not stupid.He knew that Roman must have thoroughly checked and confirmed this before making this call.

"Yes, I know. Why?"

This is no nonsense.Although Vlad lost his last job, he was a master in the industry, and there were many people who wanted to hire him. Generally speaking, it was impossible for him to be out of work for so long.He is just waiting for a suitable job opportunity, and his savings can still hold up.

Vlad smiled. "They all want me to sell you."

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and they knew it.Vlad knew too much about Roman's insider business, white and underworld; selling it could make him a fortune if he wanted to.

"Why didn't you agree?" Roman asked casually, as if he never suspected that Vlad would betray him.

Vlad got angry and took a sip of his beer. "Because I'm a fucking idiot." Roman kicked him out for a little bed warming gadget, and he still had loyalty, not an idiot.

"Okay," Roman cherished words like gold. "I'll hire you."

Vlad frowned, looking up at the dim ceiling. "Hire me?" Roman is not a person who will be magnanimous and let the past go.

"Listen," Roman said clearly and forcefully. "I still remember clearly what you did last time, but I know you meant well, but you just wanted to go wrong. I'll give you another chance, the last time, don't mess it up."

"To be more specific, what do you want me to do? What happened?" Vlad was a little suspicious, but still quite curious.Roman has always been proud and stubborn, and there is little room for change when he makes a decision. Logically speaking, he will not give a second chance, unless he really, really must be Vlad.

"As you probably know, I moved my headquarters from Switzerland to London." Roman sounded calm, but Vlad could still sense that he was a little uneasy.

"and then?"

"I have to leave London for a month, but... there is a special situation, I have to give Luke a bodyguard."

Vlad sneered.Tsk, he should have guessed it a long time ago.Only the English brat can influence Roman's decision.It's so fucking ironic that Vlad lost his job because of him, and now he lost it because of him.But he hasn't decided whether to take the job.

"What special circumstances?" he asked bluntly.He still couldn't figure it out, but Roman had hundreds of people working for him.

"It's already on the news," Roman sighed a little impatiently. "Three gay men were beaten to death. They were all public figures who had contributed to the LGBT affirmative movement and came out publicly. Officially, it is believed that an anti-gay cult organization did it."

Vlad rubbed his temples. "You think they're going to keep an eye on your kids?"

Roman didn't answer right away.

"I'm not sure. But Luke is out, and he's the heir to the Whitford Group, and he's been getting a lot of media exposure this summer. He's so visible." He spoke with unmistakable determination. . "Even if the target of those people is not him, I will not take this risk."

"Why me?" Vlad asked. "You have others, where is Anna?"

"I'm going to take Anna to Peru. She has no skills." Roman paused and said, "I didn't drive you away because I questioned your ability, Vlad; on the contrary, I fired you because I knew how capable you are." Without you, Luke's disappearance from under your nose will definitely not have nothing to do with you."

Vlad took another sip of his beer, thinking how much he hated this guy.Roman is well versed in the art of manipulating people, and he never praises people easily. He said these nice things just to let Vlad be led by the nose by him.But Vlad was going to do it, bloody hell.

"I threw him away on purpose last time, and I did something to him, are you relieved to hand him over to me?" He knew that Roman still remembered, and Roman never forgot anything.

Roman was silent for a while.

"If I had another choice, I wouldn't look for you," Roman's voice was as cold as ice. "I don't expect you to change your attitude towards him, but I trust you to keep him safe. I'm not only looking for you because of anti-gay things; Chavez has been troubling me recently, and someone saw him in London. .”

Vlad frowned.Chavez is the head of the Peruvian mafia, and he has always been at odds with Roman.This man is crazy and often plays cards unreasonably.

"Only you and Anna are familiar with his routines. I went to Peru this time to deal with him, and I have to do my best, so I must first ensure Luke's safety."

Damn it.Who would have thought that Roman would be played around by a British brat?

"Okay," Vlad agreed. "But I need a visa."

"Already prepared."

In Roman's eyes, no one will ever reject him.Vlad let out a hoarse laugh. "You're still so awesome."

"Be careful, Vlad."

Vlad rolled his eyes.Roman firmly believes that "closer is not inferior" and has always kept a distance from his subordinates.But Vlad's problem is that he and Roman have been together half their lives, and they know each other too well, but they can't get close like real buddies.How to balance this relationship has always made Vlad very tangled.

Vlad said gruffly, "Go away, I haven't signed the contract yet, so I don't need to humble you. Send the contract quickly. When am I going to London?"

"Before this weekend." After saying this, Roman was silent for a moment. "Don't let me down again. If something happens to him while I'm away, you don't have to worry about losing your job. You can't run away." His voice was soft, sugar-coated.

Vlad smiled.Roman hadn't gotten his hands dirty these days, but if he was determined to get rid of someone, it wasn't a joke.Vlad wasn't going to take any chances.

"Come on, you know I'm not that stupid."

"I know." Roman hung up the phone.

Vlad looked at the phone in his hand and sighed deeply, wondering if he had made a wrong decision.He had pride, too, and he didn't want to protect that kid Whitford.But Roman was in his favor.If Roman hadn't brought him under his command over the years, he might be serving his sentence in some cell now.He has saved Roman countless times, but he still feels that he owes Roman.In fact, before meeting Roman Demidov, his life was shit.Back then, he was a nobody who had just entered the city. He had no education, no future, a lot of debts, and was violent and addicted to drugs.Until I met Roman.Even now, after 15 years of conscientious service under Roman, he still feels he has a debt to pay.

Maybe after finishing this vote, they will be cleared.Then, he was free.

The thought of London filled Vlad with a cloud of irritability.He tried his best to ignore this feeling, opened his laptop and started booking a flight.

London was big, and it was unlikely that he would meet someone he didn't want to meet.He needn't worry.