Knight's Game (35 page)

‘You’re not going to be gone long, are you? Lie if necessary. I miss you already.’

He lightly thumbed away the tears on her cheeks. ‘A few days, that’s all,’ he said softly. ‘I’ll be back before you know it.’

She sniffed, swallowed, tried to smile. ‘Promise?’

‘Yes, promise,’ he whispered and brought his mouth to hers.

Dominic spent the flight to Rome in his office on the plane and when he came out prior to landing, he handed Max a sealed letter addressed to Kate. ‘If things go wrong,’ he said. ‘And I don’t make it out of the restaurant. If they use some spy equivalent bullshit that goes on in that part of the world – poison, radioactive isotopes, double cross or triple cross, whatever – make sure Gora doesn’t walk out alive. Then give the letter to Katherine.’

‘Don’t worry,’ Max said. ‘You’re going to be well covered.’

Dominic put up his hand. ‘If I’m dead, I want him dead. Got it?’

‘That goes without saying.’

Dominic nodded. ‘Good. I think I’m more use to them alive but God only knows. I thought we’d paid Gora enough to keep the Bucharest factory clean and you saw how that went. Everyone’s fucking greedy. As if you don’t know that. Now give me the lie of the land on the meeting site.’

‘The restaurant will be closed. We’ll search the premises
thoroughly before you go in. Then it’s just you and Gora. We have snipers on their snipers. We have men on their foot soldiers and enough arms and ammo at your hotel here to start World War III. The police won’t become involved. Alessandro’s taken care of them. We found Gora’s jailbait last night at a convent up in the hills and have her under surveillance. We only saw her once – the walls are high. But she can’t come out without us knowing. And if the worst comes to the worst, I suppose we could blast our way in. Although that might cause a political scandal’ – he shrugged – ‘that’s your call. Since Gora doesn’t give a shit about his wife we only have a couple of men on her. She’s on vacation in Istanbul. And last, I expect Gora has a price you can afford.’

‘If not for Katherine, I’d agree. But he knows how much she’s worth to me. He lost eight men in Singapore. I’m sure his price has gone up exponentially. And to be perfectly honest, I can’t walk away like I might have in the past and tell him to do his best or go fuck himself. Not with Katherine in the picture. It changes everything.’

‘We can protect her.’

‘No, we can’t,’ Dominic said. ‘Not completely. Not unless we scare the shit out of her – which isn’t an option. And not when she’s working in some goddamn office building with thousands of people coming and going.’

‘So what’s the plan?’

‘Don’t have one other than the usual truckload of money that buys off most anything in the world. I’ll wait for Gora to make his move. I’ll make mine. We’ll see where it goes.’

‘At least you’ve done business with Gora before.’

Dominic smiled. ‘Paid him
beaucoup
extortion money to keep my factory open, you mean.’

Max shrugged. Both men knew the price of doing business in the lawless regions of the world.

Dominic sighed. ‘You’re right, though. Gora’s been dependable. He kept all the small-fry scumbags off our backs. And I expect he didn’t have much choice when his in-laws put the squeeze on him to steal another twenty million. He likes to live too. Probably even more now with his new little teenage lay.’ Dominic flicked a finger at the plane door an attendant was opening and smiled. ‘Ready to rock? Let’s go see if we can nail down this deal.’

The restaurant was across the street from the Pantheon, the view out the windows splendid, the two-thousand-year-old building a thing of beauty, still flawless and sublime. It almost made Dominic turn to Gora and say,
This is really petty shit we’re dealing with. Why don’t we just put our dicks on the table, see whose is bigger and be done with it?
But Gora was sitting across from him, dressed by Rome’s best tailor, giving him his bad-ass
I’m top dog
look, which didn’t portend well for any
this is just a hill of beans in the grand scheme of things
argument.

‘So what can I do for you, Gora?’ Dominic said, speaking Italian, their common language, settling back in his chair, thinking he’d dressed down for this party in jeans and a T-shirt. Although the knife blade in the sole of his red sneaker would get him out the door faster than any Savile
Row suit. Not to mention Gora was a lightweight by Balkan standards where no-neck enforcers were the norm. His neck wouldn’t be hard to crush.

‘I need compensation for eight men.’

‘You shouldn’t have sent them. You stole my money. I took it back.’

Gora smiled an oily smile, spread his hands palm down on the table. ‘If it were only me, Dominic, we might be able to come to an agreement. But the organization doesn’t like to lose money.’

‘Then your wife’s family should prey on people who don’t fight back. They fucked up. What can I say.’

‘Your girlfriend is in London, I see.’

He wasn’t wasting any time. Just as well. ‘Yes. For six months.’

‘That’s what I heard.’

‘I’m not surprised. So let me make myself perfectly clear. I don’t want Katherine involved in any of your money problems. So count your fucking blessings. I’ll buy my way out instead. How much do you want to make this go away?’

‘I don’t want money. I need you to marry my girlfriend.’ Gora quickly put up his hand as Dominic began rising. ‘Temporarily. She’s six months pregnant. She comes from an old, conservative family who insists she marry well before the child is born.’

Dominic sat back down. ‘And you’re afraid of your wife.’

‘Like Katherine to you, Dominic, this young woman is important to me,’ Gora said, ignoring Dominic’s comment
that was too obvious to dispute. ‘So, you see, we both face a dilemma.’

‘You don’t come back with the money? How do you explain that to your wife’s organization?’

Gora shrugged. ‘I have enough to cover the shortfall.’ He smiled. ‘My business is lucrative too.’

‘I wish I could help you, Gora,’ Dominic said, ‘but I’m not interested in marrying your sixteen-year-old girlfriend you’ve been fucking the past three years. Don’t look so surprised. Why wouldn’t I keep track of you? I’m almost tempted to show the video I have to your wife, but then you’d be dead and who would I deal with then?’ A certain level of corruption was inevitable in doing business in the Balkans. That Gora had been useful when Dominic set up his factory in Bucharest was the trade-off.

‘I could have you killed instead,’ Gora said coolly. ‘How would Miss Katherine Hart feel about that?’

‘She did fine before me,’ Dominic said calmly. ‘She’ll do fine after me. I don’t kid myself that I’m indispensable to anyone. That’s always a mistake, Gora. To think it matters whether we live or die. The world will survive without either one of us. So don’t threaten me. I don’t much give a shit. Just like I don’t give a shit whether you live or die.’

‘Let me show you something.’ Gora pulled out his cell phone, tapped an icon and handed the phone to Dominic.

The screen held a single photo taken with a night-vision camera. The picture had been taken from a higher sight line – across the street, Dominic noted. Katherine was in her
bedroom, seated at the vanity, brushing her hair. Dominic handed it back. ‘Do I threaten your girlfriend now?’

‘If you could get at her.’

‘I know where she is. She’s under surveillance. Your move.’

‘Take a look.’ Gora tapped his cell phone again. ‘This one was taken ten minutes ago just for you.’ He reached out and showed the photo to Dominic. Katherine was talking to a colleague in the office. ‘A cousin’s a mail boy at CX Capital.’ Gora smiled. ‘It’s a brand new job. Probably temporary, but he likes it. All kinds of pretty girls, he says.’

Dominic sat silent for a few moments, then looked at Gora with an empty, dispassionate expression. ‘Let me tell you a little story, Gora. When I was young my mother sent me to psychiatrists because she thought I wanted to kill her.’

‘Did you?’

‘Why would I tell you what I never told any of the psychiatrists?’

‘Is she still alive?’

‘This isn’t about my mother, Gora. One of the psychiatrists was a paedophile. So I anonymously notified the authorities of his illegal activities like any good citizen would. I told them where his files were. I told them where his photo collection was. I sent them a sample because the stupid shit showed me all that like I’d be interested. You get my drift, Gora? I wasn’t quite ten and I’d already learned that you do whatever it takes. Always. Period. So if you harm a hair on Katherine’s head, if you even frighten her, if one
of your idiots shows himself and frightens her. OK? Picture clear? I’ll take you down; I’ll take your wife’s family down. I’ll do it from the fucking grave. And before you get all blustery on me, your security’s not the best. I can get to your little girlfriend. You fucking hurt Katherine and I’ll do it. Bianca, right? I’ll strangle her with my bare hands. Still want me to marry her?’

Gora gave him a considering look, breathed in and out, choosing his words. ‘I thought we were going to make a deal.’

‘I thought the deal was money. Mine to you. If you need a bridegroom, add the price of some gigolo to stand at the altar with your babe. I just need a fucking number,’ Dominic said with mild annoyance. He tapped his phone in his shirt pocket. ‘The money will be in your account in five minutes.’

Gora hurt people for a living, but he still looked like a skinny accountant in an expensive suit that didn’t quite fit him right. And his face had lost some of its bad-ass arrogance now that the deal he was trying to work to please the baby doll he didn’t have sense enough to put on the pill was floundering. Although, Dominic thought, after his out-of-control week with Katherine in Hong Kong, he was the last person to talk about sensible birth control. ‘Look, Gora, I’m as interested in a deal as you are. Only it’s gotta be money. And I’m probably going to be sorry I said this, but name your price. Let’s get this done.’

Gora slowly shook his head. ‘You know I can promise not to hurt Katherine. My word is good. I’m sure you also know
that my Bianca comes from an aristocratic family. So I need you, Dominic, as much as you need me. I play chess too. I know you’re protecting your queen.’ He sighed. ‘So that said, I need your status, your wealth. Just anyone won’t do for her husband. That’s why I have men watching your girlfriend. It’s the only leverage I have. And I’m not asking you to do this for long. You can have any pre-nup you want. I don’t want your money. After three months, the child is born with a good name; you get a divorce.’ He smiled faintly. ‘We know it’s a boy. My wife only gave me girls.’

Dominic prided himself on his deal-making but he was starting to get a bad feeling about this one. Like maybe he was going to get burned. He’d had those feelings before and always walked away. But he couldn’t this time. Not with Katherine’s life on the line. Not when Gora knew he wouldn’t allow her to be hurt. ‘Jesus, Gora, I expected this to be survivable. Marriage? Christ. Can’t you find someone else to take your place as bridegroom?’

‘With the people I know?’ Gora shrugged. ‘Not possible.’

Dominic suddenly stood, walked behind the bar, grabbed a bottle of brandy, cracked the seal, poured a slug down his throat, then stood there for a few moments, running all the possibilities through his mind like a Vegas bookie, processing information, calculating tactics and constraints, determining objectives. Gora’s people were dumb but they swung a lot of weight. Especially with the factory in Bucharest. Especially with sheer firepower. He
could
maintain a chain reaction of Mexican standoffs: first him, then Gora,
then him, threats on top of threats to infinity, all while trying to keep Katherine out of the loop and out of danger. But juggling all those retaliatory balls in the air was going to make every day feel like Judgement Day.

A part of his brain was telling him this might be a good time for a break. He could make a one-stop solution, solve all the myriad problems with a single, unemotional fix. Placate all parties involved and keep Katherine safe. Sometimes taking the weaker side of a deal in chess, taking a tactical loss for a greater strategic gain was a useful move. A good chess player instinctively knew that.

And he’d always been a numbers guy. Numbers before emotions. That’s how he’d made it to where he was. And recently – since Katherine came on the scene – emotion had been reconfiguring his algorithms and fucking with his head, adding an X factor that was screwing up what had always been a responsive equation.

Maybe he should just put everything on hold. Give things a chance to calm down. See if he really wanted what he thought he wanted. Focus on the strategic whole which sometimes adds up to more than the sum of its parts. And three months wasn’t so long.

It was a decision by a man who had come to view life as explicitly calculable.

Or at least he had until recently.

Dominic turned and walked back. ‘I have one stipulation,’ he said, sitting down, putting the bottle on the table and cradling it with his hands. ‘I’ll do my time for you, but Katherine
won’t be doing time for you. I don’t want any misunderstandings. Once the lawyers draw up the papers, Katherine is clear. Completely clear. I’m not leaving London until your hit squad is gone. This is non-negotiable. You want something. I want something. We’re even.’

‘I’m still eating your twenty million.’

‘Shut the fuck up, Gora. Quit while you’re fucking ahead.’

It was agreed. It was also agreed while Dominic drank half the bottle that their lawyers would meet at Dominic’s hotel in Rome later that day to draw up the pre-nup and the preliminary divorce papers. The usual licence formalities would be expedited so the marriage could be performed by the end of the week.

Dominic came to his feet. ‘When I have proof your men are gone, that Katherine is safe, I’ll fly back to Rome. Ciao, motherfucker.’

When Dominic slid into the back seat of his car a few minutes later, he banged on the privacy glass, then held out his hand to Max. ‘I’ll take that letter back.’