Dev wasn’t the kind of man who took vacations. For him, travel was just business conducted under different skies. While others indulged in guided tours and stopped for photo ops, Dev used his time abroad to tighten his operations and keep his people in line.
This trip to Greece was no different. Word had reached him of disloyalty among his crew stationed there. A problem he intended to correct personally. While some bosses left the dirty work to others, Dev always attended personality to such matters whenever possible, both out of enjoyment and to build on his already illustrious dangerous reputation.
Now, four men waited in the lowest compartment of his 150-foot yacht, gracing the tranquil, turquoise waters of the Mediterranean. Originally there were five, but what was left of the fifth had been tossed overboard. The others would keep until he was ready. For now, he returned to his massive cabin. Clearly no expense was spared on any part of the ship, but especially his and Riley's quarters. Walking in to the large master bathroom, Dev began to wash the crimson liquid from his fingers. He had on black slacks, and a white buttoned down dress shirt that clung perfectly to his massive and sculpted torso. Red smears were visible on it, especially where his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. "I finished early. So we could go to dinner still," he said in his usual deep but relatively quiet tone. He wasn't sure Riley was in the next room, but he liked to think he always had her pegged on where she was. @siiinfully
