Page 51 of Unbreakable Vow

I shrug like Cora’s happiness has nothing to do with my decision. But only an idiot wouldn’t notice how much lighter she is with her mother close by.

“My accountant will be here in an hour. Have we found anything out about the investigation?” I point my question to Andrei.

He frowns. “I have.”

“Good. What is it?”

“Nothing official.” He leans back in his chair. “But it looks like a new detective is trying to make a name for himself.”

“Some low-level asshole was investigating a carjacking that led him to Jimmy Agosti, which led him to Michael Agosti, and while he was snooping around that, he came across an old car theft that led him to Marlena’s name being dropped.” Viktor’s tone lowers when he mentions his woman.

“And looking into her led them to you, which leads to us.” I fill in the rest of the blanks. “But you said she hasn’t been involved with Agosti for years.”

“She hasn’t. But like I said, this is some prick wanting to make a name for himself. If he gets Agosti on the car ring, great, or if he gets us on whatever he thinks he can get us on, even better.” Viktor’s jaw is set firm.

“Is Marlena not being your wife going to cause trouble?” Andrei asks before I have a chance to.

“I won’t force her.” He levels a stare on me. “Yet.”

“Is it an issue?” I repeat Andrei’s question.

“I don’t doubt her loyalty.” His hand fists on his knee.

“We don’t either,” I say. “But is there danger to us, or her?”

He shakes his head. “From the cops? No. They have nothing on her they can use, and Michael will protect her, too. But we need to find out who is talking to this detective. If it really is one of our men, we have a bigger problem than some off the books investigation.”

“Agreed.” Andrei turns his attention to me. “So. Now that you’re married, what happens with the Kustov businesses?”

“That’s what the accountant is coming over for. He’s going to update me on all the financials. I’ve been looking at them since they were sent over on Saturday and there’s plenty of room for growth. There are three divisions. The one we want the most isthe armor division, but first I need to find out everything I can about the company.”

“You’ve been looking at balance sheets since your wedding?” Viktor looks at me as though I’ve grown three heads through my neck.

I cock my head. “She sleeps like the dead.”

“Wait.” He laughs, waving a hand in the air. “You bring your work into bed with you?”

“Keep your mind out of my bed.” I arch an eyebrow. “Especially when my wife is in it.”

“Maybe he doesn’t understand what’s supposed to happen between husbands and wives in bed,” Viktor laughs again.

Before I can throw my fist into his face, there’s a knock on my office door. It quietly opens only a moment later and Cora walks in.

She sees my cousins and stops, her cheeks blushing.

“Sorry. I didn’t realize you had company.” She nods to each of them. “Hi, Andrei. Viktor.”

I step in front of them.

“What are you doing?” I ask, taking in the uniform.

She’s wearing a pair of black slacks and an untucked white button-down blouse with a name tag pinned on her chest. A black apron dangles from her left hand while her purse is draped from her shoulder.

“I’m leaving for work, I just stopped to let you know, I got a second shift, so I won’t be home—er—back until late.” She brushes a loose strand of hair that fell from her high ponytail behind her ear. “And I need my car keys.”

“Work?” The word burns like acid on my tongue. “What work?”

“The country club,” she answers, glancing to the left of me.

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