Page 50 of The High Priestess

“Not a chance in hell,” I hear Dominik grumble.

I glance at Leo while I rise to my feet.

He walks closer to me. “If you fall, I’m probably next on the bratva’s radar. I’ll have men on standby to help you.”

“I appreciate that.” I force a grateful smile to my face. “I hope I can repay the favor one day.”

“I’m sure you’ll get an opportunity at some point.” He reaches out and gives my left elbow a squeeze. “Let me know if there’s anything else I can do.”

“I will.”

I wait for Leo to leave the boardroom before I sink back down in the chair.

God.

A traitor.

It has to be someone high up. The bratva won’t work with bottom feeders.

I don’t even know who survived the attack.

Shit.

My breathing speeds up as I start to panic, and I lift a trembling hand to cover my mouth.

“Cassia?” I hear Knight’s voice, and I lift my head to look at him. One look at my face and worry tightens his features. “What happened?”

“Dominik found out there is a traitor in my organization who sided with the bratva to take down my family, and I have no idea who the person is.”

He comes closer and crosses his arms over his chest. “We’ll find out soon enough. Traitors don’t remain in hiding for long.”

Is it Michail, Dad’s right-hand man?

I might not get along with him, but he’s been with us since Dad took over from Grandpa.

Savvas?

The image of Savva’s jolly face pops into my mind. He’s always telling jokes and eating something. He used to babysit us. There’s no way he’d betray us.

Arthur is in charge of the soldiers. I haven’t had a chance to work with him often, so I don’t know him that well. He would have access to weapons, and he’s in a position to turn some of the soldiers against us.

“What are you thinking?” Knight asks.

“I’m trying to figure out who the traitor is.”

Whoever it is, they’ve had two weeks to take over the organization while I was lying in a hospital bed.

Fuck.

It makes it so much worse, knowing someone we trusted had Mom, Dad, Eleni, and Kiki killed. As well as Uncle George and Aunt Vasaliki.

God, not to mention all the guards, the housekeepers, and the workers at the warehouses.

I’m going to find the traitor and kill him myself.

Knight crouches beside me and places his hand on my knee. “We’ll find the fucker soon. In the meantime, the yacht is ready.”

“Right.” I shake my head in an attempt to clear my thoughts as I climb to my feet.

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