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Viktor points to the desk, holding up the paperwork. “Right here. Waiting for you to sign it.” Viktor sips on his drink as I pick up the contract, flipping through its pages, annoyed about his comments. I don’t appreciate his negative commentary on Emily. It’s starting to hit a little close to the bone.

“Go back and renegotiate the rate. This seems low. We want to squeeze him down to get him to hand over the club to us.” Handing back the contract, Viktor nods and I get my footing back as a boss.

“Sure, sure, headed across that way this afternoon. I’ve got the bank run to do as well.”

“That’s good. Any trouble with it?”

“Nope. Easy, easy.” All the money from our drug deals is laundered through the club, but if there’s too much “street money” it might skew our books, so we have to bank it and hold it in a trust fund. We’ve been audited as a club more times than I want to count.

“I think we’re done here.” I see talking to Viktor was a mistake.

He stands up stretching, but I want him out of my office pronto. “Don’t let the big girl pussy get in the way of business, Ryurik. You’re a Bratva man first.”

“What did you say?” I bark, ready to rip his head off. He’s lucky I haven’t drawn my gun on him.

“Nothing much. Sorry, that was out of line.”

“Don’t you ever fucking speak about my wife like that again, otherwise I will have you back on the street thieving like you were for years. Don’t forget where you came from!”

“I get it. I crossed the line. You know what you’re doing.” Viktor walks out of the door, a sheepish look on his face as I keep a cap on my anger, keeping my explosion inside.

What is it about Emily Utkin that has me so hooked?

Chapter Twenty-Five - Emily

I’m a little over eight months pregnant, feeling like a ripe plum as I drive to my doctor’s appointment. On the way, I call Kiara to check in.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“I’m going to get my nails done. How’s the rich mommy life treating you,” she mocks, chuckling down the line.

“Ha. Ha. I’m headed to my doctor’s appointment now.”

“A checkup on the little bean! How exciting. Are you nervous at all?”

“A little, but I’m excited for my little girl to come out. I want to meet her and see what she’s going to turn out to be.”

“I would be too. How’s Ryurik?” I turn the air-conditioning up. Maybe it’s the change of seasons or the extra weight I’m carrying, but I’m feeling hotter and more flustered than ever.

Possibly the information I found out about Utkin could have helped the increase in heat as well. I slept with a pillow behind my back to keep my back from hurting, but subconsciously I wanted to put a wall up between me and the man I’m now 100 percent sure is a cop killer. “He’s okay. At work.”

“That doesn’t sound good. Are you okay over there with him?”

Sighing, I move my fingers on the wheel, the traffic particularly irritating. “Mostly. We have some hiccups to work out, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.” I stare over at my purse knowing what it contains. Inside it is the photographs on my USB with the gun I believe Ryurik used to kill Willy Dee, andthe photographed mention of where he or his team dumped the body. Ryurik doesn’t go through my things, and probably this is the freest I’ve ever been. If I wanted to, I could have taken the gun down to forensics, called in a favor and have them check if the bullets in the gun were a match.

Letting my mind glaze over, I drive on autopilot, but Kiara’s voice swings me back to now.

“Oh okay. I don’t want you down in the dumps about anything. You’re almost ready to pump a baby out over there! I’m excited to be hosting the baby shower for you. Stacy and I can’t wait. It’s going to be our first one. Whoo-hoo.”

Kiara’s timely reminder brings a smile to my face. “I can’t wait either. It will be nice to get out of the house and be with my girls.” There’s a few other women invited, but each one of them I know intimately. I kind of wanted to invite Brady and Milton, but that’s not how baby showers work—women only. I miss them too, but we don’t speak.

I can’t talk to them, otherwise they’re going to pick up on the bullshit and start putting two and two together. I can’t let them do that. And there’s Jackson. I let him down, and wanted to be a part of the Bureau, and now I’m a part of nothing. I’m going to have to re-invent myself again.

“Yay! I’m going to call you back; I’ve got to get in for my appointment.”

“That’s cool. Don’t worry, I’m close to my appointment too. Talk tomorrow.”

“Bye, babe!”

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