Page 85 of Bratva Knight

What the hell had she been doing all that time? Watching him sleep?

I swiped to the internal cameras to see if she’d left the room and gone snooping through the house or something.

She hadn’t. For the whole seventy-eight minutes she was inside, she didn’t leave his room once. Troubling.

She climbed back out his window and started down the side of the house. She paused on her descent, stopping right in front of a camera. Using only one hand to keep herself from falling, she unzipped the front of her suit with the other and pulled out a piece of paper, holding it up for the camera to see:

You look so cute when you sleep.

She tucked the note away and then pulled out the dagger Lukyan had been bitching about all morning. She lifted the bottom of her mask up to reveal her lips and then ran her tongue up the dull side of the blade in a sexually suggestive manner. After blowing the camera a goodbye kiss, she dropped to the ground and left the same way she came: quiet and undetected.

I looked up at my brother. “You’ve seen this?”

“Yep.” And he didn’t look the least bit freaked out by it. No. He looked…excited. Exhilarated.

Only my brother would be excited at the prospect of having a crazy stalker.

“Why do you look like that?”

“Like what?” he asked innocently.

“Like you’re giddy with anticipation. You shouldn’t be. This woman broke into your room and watched you sleep for over an hour. She’s dangerous. And crazy.”

“I know.” His eyes practicallygleamed. “My two favourite things. I can’t wait to meet her.”

“Lukyan,” I groaned, burying my face in my hands.

He laughed. “Look, obviously she has to die. I’m not stupid. I know we can’t keep having her follow me around everywhere. She’ll eventually see something she’s not supposed to, if she hasn’t already. But I’m definitely going to fuck her first. Maybe twice. Once in that cat burglar outfit, for sure.”

“I wanna see, I wanna see,” Christian sang, coming over.

“See what? Us fucking?” Lukyan shrugged, unfazed. “Yeah, if you want. You can even join in, if that’s her thing.”

“No, the footage—wait, what?”

“Oh, my B.” He handed the iPad over to Christian and plucked an apple from the kitchen island. He took a bite, chewing annoyingly loudly as Christian watched the same video I did a moment ago.

“Damn. She reallyiscrazy.”

Luca joined us. “My turn. Show me.”

“Okay, no.” I snatched the iPad out of Christian’s hands before he could pass it along. “We’re not glamorizing the crazy stalker bitch—”

“Hey, that’s rude. We don’t know that she’s a bitch, or that she’s any danger. She’s never done anything threatening.” Lukyan took another bite of his apple.

“Didn’t she cut the fingers off one of the girls you fucked?” Luca questioned, arching a brow.

“To me,” he amended, pointing at his chest, his mouth overflowing. “Never done anything threateningto me.”

I shook my head in exasperation. It was easy to see in moments like this why Aleksandr was hesitant to entrust Lukyan with more responsibility. His life was in potential danger, and he couldn’t take it seriously enough to at least stop cracking jokes. If Christian and Luca weren’t in the room, I’d reprimand him. This was family business, though, and I wasn’t about to air it all out in front of others. But it needed to be dealt with—andnow.

So I did the one thing guaranteed to make the twins disappear. “Where’s Illayana?”

They both spun, staring at the empty seat where Illayana had been with horrified expressions. I’d seen her slip out a few minutes ago, taking advantage of the twins being distracted.

“Oh, shit,” they both said at the same time. Luca pointed at his brother. “You take upstairs. I’ll take downstairs. Go.” They bolted in different directions.

They were never going to find her. Not unless she wanted to be found. She knew this house like the back of her hand. If she wanted to stay hidden, no one had an ounce of luck finding her.

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