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“She’s been texting Becca, trying to figure out her location, but Becca has evaded answering.”

Becca adds, “She asked me to lunch yesterday but I turned her down. I was thinking I’d invite her to the distillery to taste the new Zoyalov flavor.”

“You think she’ll bite? More so, do you think she’ll bring her bodyguard and attempt to harm you?”

She nods.

“Good, because if she doesn’t, then we kill them both.”

Becca rolls her eyes. “You’re saying if she doesn’t attack me, you’ll kill them both, but if she does try to harm me, you won’t? That’s ass backwards.”

Sergei chuckles. “Typically, we’d kill them either way, but I’m assuming my kind cousin doesn’t want them murdered, if at all possible.”

“Of course.”

“Then I need to catch her in the act so we can bring the police in and handle it through the proper channels. One way or another she’s going down. And if it goes deeper than her and the bodyguard, I’ll wipe out her entire family.”

Chapter Ten

Becca

Kira took the bait, and now we’re on our way to the distillery.

Anya gave the employees the day off, so I’m surprised to see her waiting for me. When I moved to the States Anya was the only female friend I had and she’s the only friend I’ll ever need. Her entire family welcomed me into their home. Maura, her mother, is best friends with Zoya, and her father, Max, has been a part of the Bratva since Boris’s reign. Maura and Zoya both taught me how to bake, while Max taught Anya and me how to play poker. I've tried to drag Anya to the nightclubs with me but it isn’t her scene, and I respect that. She’s more of a bookroom and homebody.

She embraces me. “Becca! I’m so sorry you’re going through this!”

I squeeze her tight. “What about you! You had to deal with the bomb aftermath. If anything happened to you, I don’t know what I would do.”

“That wasn’t a bomb, it was an embarrassment. Do you really think it’s Kira?”

“It’s the only logical explanation. Who else would want to threaten me? I’m not Andrei or Sergei. I have little power, if any, so it must be personal.”

“True, but harming you harms your cousins. They love you.”

“But everything points to Kira.”

Anya is the only other person that knows the full story about Kira’s father, and all five feet two inches of her glares at Niko. “If itisKira, are you going to torture her? Make her suffer?”

His lips quirk. “Do you think I should? Slice and dice Kira?”

“Maybe not. I don’t want anyone killed on a count of me.”

“I can promise you this. Kira’s father will not see the light of day.”

“Good,” Anya replies.

Alek and Isaak both cross their arms their broody frowns focused on Anya, and Alek orders, “Get out of here, Anya. It isn’t safe.”

“Fine.” She dramatically rolls her eyes, before squeezing me one last time. “Text me as soon as it’s over.”

Ino turns off the security system while Alek, Isaak and Niko take their positions and I sit on the stool behind the tasting bar.

Alek’s voice vibrates through my earpiece, “She just pulled up and she isn’t alone. It must be the bodyguard. He’s opening his laptop.”

Ino joins the channel. “He accessed the security system but quickly backed out when he realized it wasn’t on.”

Alek says, “He closed the laptop and they’re both getting out of the car.”

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