Page 4 of Scorch

“You guys don't get it.” Lev speaks up from the back of the office, his voice cutting through the previous chatter. I’m honestly proud of him for speaking up. For years, he was the quietest, under the thumb of our father and overshadowed by the rest of us older brothers. Our youngest brother often keeps to himself but misses nothing. He and I have grown closer over the past few months while my brother Nikko was stationed in Moscow.

“Leave it, Lev.” I shake my head. Jesus.

“What are you talking about?” Aleks asks, his curiosity piqued. Head of cybersecurity, he prides himself on noting everything, but he’s been deep in the weeds researching a new development on the West Coast and hasn’t looked up from his laptop.

Lev continues, his voice firm and clear. “He doesn't want money. He doesn't want things. Viktor doesn't want any of that. He already has his own house; he has everything he needs… well, almost everything that he needs.”

The room falls into a brief silence as everyone processes Lev's insight, waiting for him to reveal what it is that I still need. I look away, my jaw tensing. He’s read my fucking mind. When Mikhail offered me the proverbial genie’s lamp, I immediately knew what I would wish for when I rubbed the golden sides.

I’d only need one wish.

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath. My brothers hide nothing from each other. I won’t hide this.

“Lydia Ivanova,” Mikhail says quietly, almost reverently.

Silence reigns for long moments before Aleksandr speaks up. “Is she available? Has anything changed?”

Lev shakes his head. “No.”

Mikhail growls. “Since when does that fucking matter? You know our mantra.”

Aleks’s lips twist into a grim smile, his gaze hardening. “No one and nothing stands in our way.”

I stand up abruptly, my voice low and resolute. “I don't need anything. I don’t need anyone. It’s too risky.”

Blowback from the Ledyanoye Bratstvo, the group to which Lydia Ivanova’s been promised, is more powerful than we are and known for their ruthlessness. The retribution if we intervened would be swift and severe.

But before I can continue, Lev interrupts. He’s smaller in stature than I am but a force to be reckoned with. His eyes gleam with intensity, his arms crossed on his chest.

“You've taken your eyes off the prize, brother. You haven’t seen what the others have.” He leans forward. “Do you have any idea what Timur Yudin plans on doing with her when they’re married? What he plans to do to the Ivanovs?”

I draw in a sharp breath, willing my racing pulse to slow the way my mentor Kolya taught me to do when I was just a boy who didn’t know his own strength.

It doesn’t help.

“I get it,” Lev presses on, his fierce gaze burning into mine. He isn’t the young kid I once knew any more, but strong and powerful in more ways than one. “It would fucking kill you to see a woman like her treated like property. And if you killed Yudin like you wanted to, the blowback to the rest of us would be brutal.”

I dig my fingernails into the palms of my hands. He goes on.

“Yudin plans on sharing her with his men. He’s a filthy, sick son of a bitch. He’s already filmed her and shared it. He’s got one in his crew who jerks off every fucking night to pictures of her on his phone.”

“Where?” I growl. “Who?”

“Sit down, Viktor.”

I shake my head, and Aleks puts his hand on Mikhail’s arm. “Let him. He’ll turn into the fucking Hulk right here in front of you if you don’t.”

I pace, trying to let the rage bleed off me.

“He plans on decimating the Ivanovs. He’s an insidious fucking snake and has already made strategic moves by infiltrating their ranks and spreading misinformation to sow distrust within their leadership. By marrying into the Ivanov family, he gains access to their secrets and vulnerabilities. And unlike us,” he says, pausing for emphasis, “he doesn’t plan on strengthening by collaboration. He plans on decimating for his personal gain. Over time, he’ll destroy them. Sabotage business deals, assassinate the Ivanov power players.” He shakes his head and lowers his voice.

“You’ve watched Mikhail, Aleks, and now Nikko get married.” Mikhail married Aria, hacker extraordinaire. Aleks then married Harper Bianchi in an arranged marriage. Nikko married Vera – Lydia’s younger sister. One by one, couple by couple, we’ve solidified our family.

“We’ve grown in strength here in The Cove, and we all know joining forces with the Ivanovs is complicated.” He shakes his head and looks at Mikhail. “Lydia Ivanova’s marriage to that self-centered prick would fragment our control as well. She’d be used and discarded.” He looks to me next. “We have to intervene and fucking end this before their marriage.”

Aleks and Mikhail share another look, an unspoken understanding passing between them as they consider Lev's words and the implications they carry.

I don’t even want to think of actually… having her. If I let myself hope… if it doesn’t happen… My mouth goes dry.

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