Page 5 of Scarred (Russian Sinners 2)

I found it odd that she would have overslept. I would have bet money that none of us would sleep. We might as well have gone to the airport when we got back from the nightclub.

“I’ll go with you.” We rushed to the elevator and up to the floor I had left less than ten minutes ago.

Brian banged on the door. “Scarlett, we are late,” he shouted through the door.

I cringed, glancing around, at hearing his elevated voice. But nothing happened. He did it again; nothing again.

“Hold on,” I remembered, scrambling through my purse. “She gave me her extra room key.”

I pulled it out and we entered her room.

“What the fuck?” Brian muttered. The room was in a major disarray, the coffee table turned over, TV knocked off the wall, evidence of a struggle everywhere.

“They took her too?” I whispered in fear, and for a fraction of a second, I was jealous because if they’d have taken me, I wouldn’t have had to go home to Malcome Schmidt.

That was how irrational this fear of him was making me react.

Chapter Two

Nikolai

The moment I left Anastasia and Dimitry back at the cabin in Russia, I sent a message to Ilya to reach out to our contact in the military to locate Oliver Fray. I wanted to know where he was. If Anastasia was right and he could help his sister and bring Malcome down, I was all for it. Information was power and I wanted to know everything about Olivia and Oliver we could get our hands on.

“Ilya, do you have information on Olivia and Oliver Fray?” It was my first question as soon as I walked into my office.

I was eager to get started. Time was running out for Olivia Fray, but more than anything, I longed to make Malcome Schmidt pay for what he did to my sister. And I intended for the revenge to be painful and long. I wanted to see the suffering that he dished out to those weaker than him.

“Da,” he confirmed in Russian. The man was a hard-core Russian. He only ate Russian food, drank only Russian alcohol, wore only Russian clothes, and only fucked Russian women. I asked him once why he was so hung up on everything Russian. He said because everything Russian was better, except Russian money. He said that sucked.

I reached for the folder he was handing me and sat down behind my desk. Placing it on the desk, I rolled up my sleeves.

“The girl barely leaves the house except to visit her brother,” he started summarizing. “The brother is on military leave, staying in the hotel close to his parent’s house.” Well, that was interesting. Did Oliver Fray not get along with his family? “He’s been searching for ways to come into a large amount of cash.”

“Get our contact to lure him into a poker game at our table,” I ordered Ilya. If he was desperate enough for cash and came to our tables, we could come to a mutually beneficial agreement. “The moment he is in our building, I want to be alerted.”

“Will do,” Ilya agreed. “How fast do you want to see him in the casino? He was given four weeks leave in preparation of his sister’s wedding.”

Yeah, that wedding will not happen.

“Tonight would be ideal,” I told him. The sooner we get him in, the better chances of getting his sister out of Malcome’s clutches. And the sooner I could make that bastard pay, the happier I’d be. “Worst case scenario, I want him here tomorrow. What about the girl?”

“She keeps to herself, although looking through her assets, we spotted she has been moving sums of money consistently to a specific offshore account. It is all legal but seems odd to me.” Ilya was spot on. It was odd for sure. People moved money to offshore accounts when they planned on disappearing. Ilya’s voice brought me back to the matter at hand.

“She is often in the papers but her face is always hidden. So hard to get a full face picture,” Ilya continued. “I tried to snap a few pictures but she is very good at hiding her face. That hair though… for hair like that, I’d make exception and fuck an American-”

“Ilya,” I growled in warning.

His eyes shot to me in surprise. To tell the truth, I was surprised at myself too.

“Okay, okay,” he raised his hands in surrender. “I’ll stick to Russian ladies. This one is all yours.”

What made me react that way? My eyes traveled to the picture. There wasn’t much to see. Although she wore flip flops, black yoga pants combined with an oversized t-shirt, a baseball hat and large sunglasses, you could still tell she was a beautiful woman. No amount of clothes could hide her beauty.

But I knew her face, thanks to the footage from the Russian Orchid. I knew exactly how Olivia Fray looked… every delicate line of her face and that drop dead gorgeous body she hid.

“Anyhow, she hasn’t been anywhere besides her brother’s hotel since we started following her,” he added. “Our contact informed us there is an event in three days that she would be required to attend. Malcome Schmidt’s party.”

That had me raising my head.I didn’t want Olivia anywhere near that sick bastard. I was out for blood when it came to fucking Malcome Schmidt!

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