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“What are you going to do with your wife?”
She knew he had a child out there and said nothing.
“She’s already dead,” he responded as if it was a passing thought, and looked up at me. “You say she’s pregnant? Are you married?”
I nodded.
“Good. I’d hate to have to kill you now.”
Guess he wasn’t as afraid of my brother as I thought.
The door opened and the leader, who I’d learned was called Dimitri, came in. “Luca and his men have a meet at the docks in two hours.”
“Do you have a location?”
Dimitri tipped his head in affirmation.
“Get the men ready,” Nikolai said, “We leave in five.”
I stood up, ready to follow the Russian out the door, but stopped when I noticed Mase and Silas standing behind me. “You guys don’t have to come.”
This wasn’t like taking on Ryker’s lackeys. I was about to march into a full out mafia fight. There was a good chance I wouldn’t come back.
Silas crossed his arms, while Mase arched a brow.
“We knocked on the Russian mafia’s front door with you.”
“Bratva,” Nikolai corrected.
“Whatever,” Mase grumbled, “We’re not going anywhere.”
My gaze shifted from one to the other. For years I’d kept myself guarded, not letting anyone in. And right now, staring at the faces of two of my friends ready to lay down their lives for me, I couldn’t remember why.
Chapter 31
Lana
Ilooked at Riley and the man she was glaring at, wondering if I should know who he was. Noah Torres? I hadn’t heard that name before. At least, I didn’t think I had. He didn’t look familiar.
“Your friend seems confused,” Noah’s mouth lifted as he took a few steps closer. “Haven’t you told her about me?”
“Sorry, rapist prick isn’t high on my list of conversation topics.”
My eyes flew open. Rapist? “Did he…”
“No,” this time it was Riley who smirked, “He doesn’t have the balls for that, do you, Noah?”
Noah’s face dropped and I couldn’t help but shiver. I got the feeling I was caught in the middle of some feud I knew nothing about. Not really a good place to be. A little information beyond the tension in the air would be helpful. Like, what did he have in common with Lillianna Whitley?
“Is that what this is?” Riley snarled, “Some half cocked plan for revenge?”
“Revenge?” Noah chuckled, “Oh no, that’s just a bonus. My job is her.”
I shuffled back when his chin pointed at me. “Me?”
“Yes you, sweetheart.” Noah’s gaze shifted to me. “But don’t worry, I’m just the delivery boy.”
Delivery boy? What did that mean? Where, or who, was he delivering me to?
