Page 22 of Unbreakable Vow

“Igor would never betray us,” Viktor states firmly and I nod.

“Igor’s not in Chicago right now. He had a problem back home he needed to deal with. He won’t be back for a while,” Andrei tells us.

My phone goes off again. This time a call comes through.

I pull it out and swipe it to life and walk several steps away from my cousins.

“What is it?” I answer.

“Sergei. You wanted the Tempo taken in, right?” Yogi asks. “The yellow Tempo?”

“Yes. What’s the problem?” I can already sense what the problem is. I haven’t heard anything from Cora since I texted her an hour ago.

“It’s not here.” Yogi yells at someone around him. “It’s not in the parking garage or on the street anywhere. The keys are gone from the box in the garage.”

I clench my teeth.

The woman just cannot stay where I put her.

“I think I know where it is. I’ll let you know when you can pick it up.” I end the call and tap on Cora’s number.

It rings once, then goes to voicemail.

She declined me.

“Trouble?” Viktor asks with amusement dripping from his voice.

“Nothing that can’t be handled.” I told her specifically not to leave the house until I was able to get my men with her. Which would be this afternoon, if she hadn’t just blatantly disobeyed me.

Again.

“Hmm. Handled firmly, right?” Viktor pokes. He’s mocking my advice I gave him with Marlena.

I tuck my phone back into my jacket. Turning to Andrei, I ignore Viktor’s attempt to piss me off.

He doesn’t need to; Cora is doing a great job of getting under my skin all on her own.

“Do we have anyone on the force that can get us information?” I ask.

“We do. I’ll put a call in this afternoon and get back to you once I hear,” Andrei says.

“Good. I have to go.” I’ll check her apartment first.

There’s no reason for her to go back there yet, but she might have forgotten something. She’d better be there. If I have to chase her all over Chicago, there’s going to be hell to pay.

“Wait. When did you say you were having this ceremony?” Viktor asks, no more levity in his voice. “We should be there.”

“No.”

“Sergei. We should be there,” Andrei repeats.

“It’s a fifteen-minute ceremony with a judge in my living room. There is no need for anyone to be there,” I argue.

Viktor looks up from his phone with a smile.

“She understands what she’s getting into?” Andrei pushes. “That this isn’t a quick marriage? That divorce is not an option once she takes your name?”

“She knows what she needs to know.” I’m not going to explain this again. We’ll marry. The estates will turn over to me, and then I’ll figure out what to do with her.

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