Page 107 of Scarred (Russian Sinners 2)

Both of their eyes came to me. There was still an expression of disbelief on both of their faces.

“Malcome and Vlad are related. And they both have connections to the Polish mob.”

My eyes widened in shock. That was not what I expected. “How?”

“Malcome’s mother and Vlad’s mother were first cousins, grew up together,” Nikolai revealed. “And it seems Vlad has a woman connecting him to the Polish. We don’t have her name yet.”

“So Vlad was Malcome’s connection to getting Russian satellites?” I asked incredulously. Both Nikolai and Ilya nodded in unison. It really was a small world. “Are they the same age? Because I imagined Vlad older, I guess.”

“Vlad is older than Malcome,” Nikolai responded, his tone disgusted and hard. He would make Vlad’s death painful too. “That fu-... he will pay once I get my hands on him.”

My lips tilted into a smile, and he caught it. His hard features immediately softened, and I knew he was thinking about our earlier conversation. I couldn’t wait to have children with him. Having children never crossed my mind, but with him, I wanted it all, and I knew he would give me all he got. That was all a girl could ever want.

Once all this with Malcome and Vlad was behind us, I was all in with him.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Nikolai

Over the last three days, we recruited the right men for the Moscow attack. Although it appeared that Malcome didn’t have his usual entourage of bodyguards, I wasn’t taking any risks. I would be quite alright blowing the house to ashes, but I wanted to see him die. I would see that light extinguish in his eyes.

I could almost taste the revenge, and it was going to be sweet. This discovery of Vlad’s connection to Malcome was a surprise but nothing we couldn’t overcome. That traitor would pay as well. I could kick myself for relaxing my guard when it came to Vlad. Both Dimitry and I were cautious about him, but obviously both of us were so eager to cross that line to the legal side that we lowered our guard too far. We have to rectify that so my woman and his woman could enjoy the rest of their lives, and us with them.

I’d watch Olivia enjoy her freedom without Vlad, Malcome, and her father in this world. I wanted to make it as safe as I could for her and our future together. I wanted that future now more than ever before. She was my future, my whole existence. Her words of love were my greatest gift. She loved me, the scarred and hard Russian Sinner. She was giving me the family I never had.

She headed to bed about an hour ago, just as the news came on. Her father was one of the main highlights again. I imagined she didn’t want to hear anything about it so she excused herself. I was glad to see there was no sadness or regret on her face. Her father had done inexcusable hurt to his family. He deserved to die, but I’d settle seeing him in prison.

The newscaster was already full of convictions for her father and the debt he hadn’t repaid. The law was going to put him away for a very long time. He’d suffer in prison. He’d never be able to hurt Olivia again. My basic urge was to hunt him down too and settle the score with him the old-fashioned way. But I’d let the system take care of him; if they failed, I’d be sure to follow up and finish him off. Olivia was making the news as well. Her picture was blasted all over the screen, her face hidden behind an oversized hat and sunglasses from the public. It would seem it was the only picture available to reporters. They speculated her kidnapping was connected to her father’s and Malcome’s corruption. They were only partially right.

I called Oliver, Dimitry, and Sergei, then synced up into a conference call. Andrey and Ilya in the room with me.

“Are you all there?” I asked.

“Yes,” Dimitry’s voice came through.

“I’m here,” Sergei was next.

“I’m here too,” Oliver added.

“Good,” I started. “Everyone knows you already, Oliver, so I won’t introduce you.”

“All good.”

I continued, getting straight to business. “Sergei found a connection between Malcome and Vlad. Those two are fucking related.”

“Fucking bastards,” Dimitry spat furiously. “When I get my hands on Vlad-”

“Seriously, Dimitry,” Anastasia’s voice came from the background, cutting her intended off. “You’ll end up with high blood pressure. You have got to calm down.”

“Milaya,” he groaned, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at those two. “I told you to wait for me in bed.”

‘Yeah, and I’m such a good listener,” she replied sarcastically. “Now, let me sit down on your lap because if I have to wiggle my way onto it, your call will be cut short.”

“Good God,” Oliver muttered into the phone.

“Jesus, you two,” I cackled, although with a wide grin. “This is a serious call.”

Oliver couldn’t resist edging her on. “First Olivia now you too, Anastasia? I really don’t need these images in my head.”

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