Page 57 of Walking Red Flag

It was also incredibly hard to find unless you knew where to look.

For someone to be here, meant that they knew where to look.

Apollo, our resident genius—literally, he had a higher IQ than ninety-eight percent of the world—was also the one that kept all of our security up to date. He monitored our houses, places of business, the clubhouse, and various places around town that we owned or operated.

He was, by far, our best friend in the tech world.

He was also on the FBI watch list because he didn’t know how to keep his nose out of places he didn’t belong.

Not that we worried that he’d get caught.

He wouldn’t.

And if the feds got something they felt they could pin on him, Apollo would beat it.

“Woman.” He frowned. “That’s the girl. The one that…”

The one that I’d just told them was sexually assaulted.

“Y’all can’t act like y’all know,” I said as I stood up and downed my beer.

The only reason I’d told them was because I wanted to find a way to kill the motherfucker.

If he ever got out of jail, it would be a short-lived freedom.

Apollo tapped away on his computer before saying, “Her brother, the one that’s in the military, is with her.”

“Which one is that again?” Webber asked as he took a slow sip of his beer.

“Dima Semyonov,” Apollo answered. “He looks a little pissy, too. Like he doesn’t want to be here. Why do you think she made him bring her?”

I grinned and dropped my two beer bottles in the trash.

As I finished, I turned around and saw the two of them standing in the door.

Dima did look pissed that he was there.

Milena looked nervous.

A man that wanted to become a prospect approached her, giving his charming smile that usually worked on everyone in the damn world.

But not fucking this one.

Before I could think about what I was going to say, the words just came out.

“Stay away from my wife!” I snarled to the young kid with aspirations of joining our club.

He wouldn’t make it.

Not just anyone off the street could.

Then I heard it.

The most magical goddamn sound in the world.

A tinkling laugh.

I looked up to find Milena staring at me, a smile on her face.

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