The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 78

Chapter 78: A Rat Problem

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Death is a mercy.

This bastard on the floor got mercy. A hitman in the King’s grounds. The audacity.

I dipped my hand into my pocket and pulled out my phone to call Nico.

He picked.

"Come to the second floor, the third hallway on your left. You’ve got five minutes. Tell the others in position to be on guard."

"On it, boss."

I ended the call.

I had my men on standby. I had no intention of attending this ball alone, even though it goes against my father’s orders.

This was a problem. This night decided to add unwanted drama.

I released a sharp sigh, looking behind, but Catherine was gone.

Fuck.

I stepped out of the room, eyes scanning both sides of the hallway, but she was nowhere to be seen.

I dialed a number knowing he was the only one who could get to her fast.

I don’t want her roaming these grounds alone.

"Get to my wife, now. Make sure she doesn’t leave."

"Understood."

The call ended.

I had a feeling this bastard behind me wasn’t the only pest. How did he get in? This ball, which my father held every year, was highly secured. The men are armed to the teeth, and not even a mouse can get in without getting shot at.

I fixed my belt, my cock still hard as wood and coated in Catherine’s cum. The sooner I’m done with this, the sooner I can get back to her.

"Boss," Nico said, approaching me in quick steps as he took off his mask.

"Examine that."

Nico looked inside the room and whistled. "He must have pissed you off. You blew his brains out. Messy."

He crouched, eyeing the body closely. "What am I looking at here, boss?"

"A hitman."

He veered his gaze to the gun on the ground, taking out his handkerchief to grab it. "Yeah, a foolish one." He twirled to observe. "With an expensive firearm, too. A gold-plated 1911. These are my favorites."

"He came through the door like he knew I was here," I stated.

"While holding a flashy gun instead of a silencer."

"As if he knew the office was soundproof," I added, my jaw clenching.

As if he knew I would be in here... distracted. Catherine wasn’t the target; I was, because the moment he burst through the door, he aimed the gun right at me. But she was in danger too, because things like these will end up without a witness.

I didn’t wanna imagine what could have happened if I hadn’t taken protective measures. Father doesn’t allow firearms for his guests for a peaceful evening.

"Will you look at that?"

Nico’s words pulled me out of it.

"Doesn’t this tattoo look familiar?" he asked, pointing to his wrist.

It does. I knew who ordered the hit.

"Get rid of the body, quietly."

I stepped out of the room. I took the gun off the garter and shoved it in the side of my hip, folding the garter and putting it in my pocket as I made my way back to the ballroom.

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