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“I just need to find her,” I shouted. “Now. Where would he take her?”
“To Voronov would be my guess.”
Mine too. “I have Voronov.” Now that I knew Mikhail was the asshole traitor, I would take my time with both of them.
“Then he must still be on the compound. Voronov would want you to find her body.”
Shit, he was right.
I was going fucking crazy because there was nothing to do but wait or scour the property in search of her and hope it wasn’t too late.
At that moment, my phone rang. It was a video call from an unknown number. I answered, “Hello?”
“Hello, Igor,” Mikhail said. He sounded so fucking amused. So proud of himself.
“Mikhail, what have you done?”
He shrugged. “What I had to do in order to survive. A man has to make a living. It’s the American dream, isn’t it?”
Money. He did this for fucking money. “Where is she?”
He flashed a smile and the screen moved in a gliding motion. It bounced over a wall of shotguns and then rifles, and fishing poles and then there she was. April. She was safe. She was alive. She looked worried. “Igor.”
“April, are you okay?”
“Yes.” She nodded and her gaze bounced around the room as if she was planning something. “Mikhail is working for Dmitry.”
The screen jerked away far too soon and filled with Mikhail’s smirk once again. “After tonight I will be a very, very wealthy man. And I will be the one to end the Romanov line once and for all.”
“You better hope the money is already in the bank because I have Voronov, asshole.”
“Too bad,” he began with another fucking smirk. “Either way, this is going to hurt you more than it hurts me,” he made a big show of pulling out his gun, but a shot rang out before he took aim.
“April!” The phone fell and another shot rang out. My heart was in my throat, and it was only when Ivan grabbed my shoulder that I refocused.
“Come on, Igor. I know where she is.”
I nodded and we both took off at a full run.
To save April.
To preserve the Romanov line.
To end this shit with Voronov once and for all.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
April
I’m not going to die. I’m not going to die.
I repeated those words over and over while Mikhail taunted Igor on the phone and waved his gun around like a madman.
“After tonight I will be a very, very wealthy man. And I will be the one to end the Romanov line once and for all,” his grin was wide, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. Even though he was doing this, he wasn’t completely sure about it.
Are you going to bet your life on it, April?No. No, I wasn’t.
Igor’s tone was ice cold as he said the one thing that finally wiped that smile off Mikhail’s face. “I have Voronov.”
