Tansy's Titan: Cosmos' Gateway Book 3 Read Free

before sliding it on. She just as quickly added makeup, making it appear she had wrinkles, and the thick, heavy sandals preferred by the older women. She turned her bag inside out so it looked like a woven basket and deftly filled it with some fruit from a basket on the table. Next, she moved quickly and efficiently around the room wiping anything she had touched with a special cloth designed to remove fingerprints. She used a lint brush to make sure no hair fibers were left either. Moving over to where Roberto was struggling to breathe, she knelt down next to him and tapped his cheek once with a slight smile.
    “This is for my sister,” Tansy whispered looking down into his pale, sweaty face. “You should never have messed with my family.”
    Tansy watched dispassionately as he struggled to say something before his face went slack and his eyes stared blankly up at the ceiling. She was moving out of the sitting room area through to his bedroom when she found Sonya. She knew he had left the girl there so she could watch her die slowly as a warning. She had heard he had done that before but it was still hard to actually see something like that in real life. There was nothing that could be done for the girl. Tansy could hear the death rattle in her chest from where her lungs were filled with blood. All she could do was sit and hold her, singing one of the childhood songs her mom used to sing to them when they were sick. Tansy rocked Sonya’s lifeless body in her arms for almost ten minutes before she forced herself to gently lay the girl back down on the bloody sheets before covering her. Coldness settled in her heart. It was far worse than even after Branson’s death. At that moment, Tansy knew she would die young because she would not walk away from the Sonya’s of the world. She would fight for them until her dying breath. That was how she found herself in the position she was in now. She was after the elusive Russian billionaire Boris Avilov who dealt in the black market. This market included the one who took Sonya from her home and sold her to Roberto four years before.
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    Tansy came back to the present abruptly when she heard the soft squeak of the stair below her. Moving to the side, she blended into the shadows. She listened carefully to the hushed whispers. Tansy let a small smile curve her lips as she moved silently down the stairs towards the basement area. There were several doors leading out of the building but she was interested in the hidden one that would lead her under the streets. She made sure before she made the hit to know the area like the back of her hand. This little hidden jewel had been buried in the archives of the building department. Branson always taught her to know her prey and to have numerous escape routes.
    Always be ahead of them, Tansy. It is th e only way you will stay alive, Branson’s soft words echoed in her mind.
    I know. I miss you, Branson, Tansy thought sadly, I always will. Tansy paused as the footsteps moved.
    “ Есть ли какой-нибудь признак ее? ” A raspy voice asked in heavily accented Russi an if there was any sign of her.
    “ Нет, ничто,” No nothing came the short response. “The doors were still boarded up. We had to break in to get inside. None of the windows were missing boards either,” the voice continued to answer him in Russian.
    “Check it anyway. Mr. Avilov wants her found and brought to him – alive. He wishes to have the pleasure of killing her personally,” the man said harsh ly.
    “Why?” The second man asked. “He usually doesn’t dirty his hands with killing… especially the females.”
    Tansy listened as the man who asked the question received a physical response. “It is not your place to ask why. You will do what you are told,” the first man coldly responded.
    The only answer was a muffled grunt. Seems like he didn’t like the first answer so he wasn’t about to ask a second. Tansy moved into one