Page 31 of Devil's Bride

“I know, but I think she’s up to something.” Given how openly Sasha’s distaste for me is, I wouldn’t put it past her to do something stupid, just so she can put Mikhail or Nikolai on the throne. “Tighten security around the house and get one of the men to keep an eye on Sasha.”

“You think she might be out to harm you?”

“Not me. She’ll try to hurt Irina.” Sasha probably already sees Irina as a challenge. Misery loves company and she’ll do whatever she can to see my wife become bitter.

Dimitri nods. “About the video, I think we’ve finally got a lead on who sent it.”

I straighten my spine, my interest piqued. “Who?”

“We tracked it to Spain this time. The IP address came from Paulo Ruiz’s estate,” Dimitri explains.

“He’s dead.” Paulo Ruiz is the man I shot, the man who started all of this. Do I regret saving those girls from him despite losing half of my territory and ending up in this mess? Absolutely not. I would do it again, knowing it would land me here. Bastards like him do not deserve to roam this world.

“He is.” Dimitri twists around, holding the passenger seat. “But whoever recorded and sent this must have a connection to him.”

I drag my fingers over my jaw, racking my brain for an idea of who it might be. “Find out all you can about his family, and everyone who worked for him.”

“Da, Pakhan.”

A thought flashes in my head. The angle of that video… I quickly pull out my phone from my pocket and open my email. I tap on the video and watch it more attentively than I ever have. Something is not right.

I hold out my phone to Dimitri. “Take a look at this.”

He takes the phone from me. He doesn’t seem to notice anything after watching it.

“Whoever took that video was standing right behind me, and it looks like a bodycam.”

Dimitri’s eyes widen. “A mole.”

I nod my head as I take my phone back from him. “How many men were with me that day?”

He thinks for a moment. “Ten, maybe twelve. I’m not sure.”

Shit. I’ve had a mole working beside me all this time. But if he knew to wear a bodycam, it means one of two things. Either he’s been watching everything I do for a longtime, or it was a setup.

Thinking back now, I find it odd that Paulo did his dirty business in such an open way in my territory. It’s even more strange that I received a tip on his activities.

I call Mikhail. It rings once before he answers. “Find out which of my men were with me the day I killed Paulo. One of them has something to do with that video.”

“Da, brat! I’ll get to it right away.” He hangs up.

Just as I lower my phone, it beeps with an incoming message. And then it beeps a second and third time.

My lips curl upward as I read the message.

My wife just spent $95,000.

Chapter Eleven

Irina

My dear husband is standing in front of the glass wall when I walk into our bedroom with my shopping bags.

He has a glass of bourbon in one hand, while the other is tucked in his pocket. He doesn’t turn his head to look at me, which means he’s probably pissed, just like I wanted.

Epic.

I kick off my shoes and set the shopping bags on the vanity table, and then I sit on the bed, sucking in a deep breath. It’s exhausting climbing those stairs with all my bags.

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