Page 119 of Sexting the Boss

Roman nods. “If he wanted you dead, you’d be dead. This was him marking his territory.”

“He didn’t count on her being there,” I add darkly. “Or maybe he did.”

Oleg glances up, frowning. “You think he saw her?”

“Don’t know,” I mutter. “But I’m not risking it.”

Roman clears his throat. “You want us to take care of it?”

“No. I want him alive. I want to look him in the eye before I end this.”

There’s a beat of silence, all of them staring at me like they know I mean every fucking word.

I grab my phone, ignoring the way my chest tightens as I hover over her name.

Sasha.

Me: You okay? I need to see you.

I hit send. Wait.

Nothing.

Seconds tick by.

Oleg shifts again, watching me. “You’re wasting your time, boss.”

I lift my head, giving him a cold stare. “What?”

“She blocked you.”

I narrow my eyes. “How the hell would you know?”

He jerks his chin at the phone. “Text turned green, boss. That’s iPhone code for blocked.”

I frown, glancing down. Sure enough, the bubble that should be blue is green as grass.

“How the fuck do you know that?” I mutter, more to myself.

“Because I’ve been blocked plenty,” Oleg deadpans.

I sit there, staring at the screen, the green bubble like a slap in the face.

“She blocked me,” I say under my breath, the words tasting like ash.

Oleg shrugs. “Happens.”

He watches me too closely—like he’s waiting for me to explode.

Hell, maybe I’m about to. My jaw’s clenched so hard it aches, and that fucking green text bubble is burned into my brain.

“She blocked me,” I mutter again, more to myself than anyone else.

Oleg shrugs, leaning back lazily. “Let it go, boss. She’s just a girl. You’ve got bigger shit to handle right now. Lev’s the priority.”

I shoot him a glare sharp enough to shut him up.

“She’s not just a girl,” I bite out. “And no one walks away from me like that.”

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