Page 56 of Innocent Bratva Twins
“Oh, really. That’s so disappointing. I was just starting to like you.” Sera pouts her lower lip out. “Who is she?” she asks, feigning heartache.
I pull her into another kiss, not caring who sees. “You are the cheekiest angel I’ve ever met,” I whisper against her mouth. “Let me take you to dinner tonight. I’ll make it extra special.”
“We were going to cook tonight.”
“We can do that tomorrow. I want to take you out. I want to spoil you.”
She leans into me as she pulls her coffee closer to pick it up. “I’ll wear the white dress you like so much.”
“Mm. And those boots. I’m thinking we have to get you a few more pairs of those boots. One in each color.”
***
At seven o'clock, I’m just about to leave the house to fetch Sera for our dinner date when my phone buzzes. The sound agitates me because all I want to do is get back to her. I don’t want any delays or distractions. I’m really looking forward to the night I’ve planned out. I can’t wait to spoil her and let her know what she means to me.
But one quick glance at the screen tells me it’s the investigator I hired, and this is a call I want to take. He works with us on many different levels and he was the only one I could trust with the sensitive information he has to sift through to get to the truth.
“Henderson,” I say, pressing the phone against my ear. “What can you tell me?”
“Hi Niko, we managed to get the name on the account. Fuck, it was hidden beneath several layers of security. These guys were deep, deep undercover on this one. They did not want to be found. But we got through it, and I have a name for you.”
“Don’t keep me in suspense. Who is it?” I ask tightly.
The heavy pause causes tension to spike inside me.
“Ivan Orlov,” he says, and my entire body goes cold.
“Orlov. Are you kidding me?” Of all the names that I did not want to hear, that one might have been at the top of the list.
“I kid you not. Unfortunately. It seems he hasn’t only been messing with your operations at the warehouses. He’s inside your office, too.”
“But would he need to have someone literally inside the office to pull this off? Or is it something he could have done remotely?”
Henderson huffs out a breath. “This is an inside job. It would have been nearly impossible to pull this off without information from your financial files. Whoever is doing this works in your office, Nico. You know the person. You probably speak to them every day.”
A low growl of rage runs through me. The faces of my employees flash through my mind. Who the fuck is it? Which one of them has been looking into my eyes every day and stabbing me in the back?
I want to kill someone.
Suddenly, a shocking truth slams into me, hitting my chest and knocking the air from my lungs.
If whoever it is knows that Sera discovered their secret, she is in serious danger. They will kill her.
They wouldn’t even hesitate to get rid of her if it meant hiding their identity and anything they’ve been up to.
Fuck.
“Henderson. Thanks. I’ve got to go.”
“Sure thing—“
I hang up the phone before I hear anything else.
With singular focus, I run to grab my keys and bolt out of the penthouse to the elevators. While I’m rushing, I call her. The phone rings, it rings again. The longer it rings, the sicker I feel. My stomach twists and knots with fear.
She doesn’t answer, so I dial again.
The third time I dial—the third time she doesn’t answer—I’m on the verge of kicking a wall down, I’m so worried.
