Page 97 of Scarred (Russian Sinners 2)

Never opening her eyes, she kissed my chest and my heart expanded. She wasn’t asking for it but my heart belonged to her. It would forever be hers. I knew it as surely as the fact that the sun would rise tomorrow.

My mind was too wound up to go to sleep, I knew it. So I grabbed the phone off my nightstand and started checking for messages. I hoped there’d be news of our decoys in my home in St. Petersburg but it was all calm. Nobody tried to approach the property.

I ran through my security statistics and reports for all my properties, to check for any red flags… anything. Scanning through it all, I almost missed it. Almost.

The old house that used to belong to my parents, the security code had been triggered. The security code that nobody knew except for my sister and me. Even after she died, I kept the code the same. I didn’t have the heart to get rid of the property nor change the code. My sister sometimes went to visit there; although she never stayed. She said it brought good memories from our parents. I could barely remember them since I was about two when they died. My aunt and uncle sold the home, but at the first opportunity, I bought it back. It turned out making millions via illegal means was a lot easier than legally.

Although it was an old house, I still installed top notch security systems and cameras in that place. Usually my sister would give me a heads up when she was going there, so I wouldn’t bother with the alerts that came in.

I quickly logged into my security system and turned on the camera history over the last twenty-four hours. I sped through hours of footage till I stopped. I couldn’t fucking believe it. Malcome Schmidt was in my parents’ home along with five other men. Bodyguards from the looks of it.

What the hell? How?Although I knew the answer. My sister had given it to him.

I easily shifted out of bed, careful not to wake up Olivia. She slept peacefully, and my heart sped up at the delight of getting this world rid of Malcome. Making Olivia feel safer.

Quietly, I grabbed a pair of jeans and pulled them on, then headed downstairs as I shot a message to Ilya, Andrey, and Oliver. By the time I got to the kitchen area, Ilya was already there. That man barely slept too.

“What’s going on?” He went straight to the point. Andrey showed up at that moment too.

“We got our break,” I told both of them as I dialed Oliver. He answered on the first ring.

“What’s up?”

I put my phone on the speakerphone and laid it down onto the smooth service of the granite counter.

“Malcome is in my parents’ old home,” I spat out. “In Moscow.”

“How do you know that?” Ilya, Andrey, and Oliver asked at the same time, shock evident in their voices.

“I was scanning all my security reports and noted an entrance code into my parents' home was used that only my sister and I knew.” I remained quiet for a few seconds. The idea that my sister shared that with Malcome made me sick to my stomach. “I checked the security footage and he is hiding in my fucking childhood home.”

“Jesus,” Oliver followed up with several curses. “How would he have gotten that code?”

“My sister.” It fucking burned me that she would have taken him there. What the hell was she thinking? Did Malcome know it belonged to me too? Was he aware of Nadia’s connection to me or did he care so little he never even looked her up? When the line remained silent, I knew I had to explain. Ilya and Andrey knew what happened since my brothers and those two were with me. But Oliver wouldn’t know. “Malcome Schmidt abused her and killed her. But he got away with it.”

And another string of curses. Olivia was right, her brother and I relieved our tension by cursing.

“Fucking sick asshole,” he finally said. “I want to torture him painfully for a very long time. But on the other hand, I want the Earth rid of that filthy bastard.”

I couldn’t agree more.

“We know where he is,” Ilya added. “Now we have advantage. We strike him.”

“Agreed,” Oliver concurred. “Need me there? How many men are with him?”

“No, you stay in D.C.,” I told him. I didn’t want Oliver getting involved on the illegal side of things. He was used to following the rules but on the legal side of things. “I counted five men on the inside of the home.”

“Should be a piece of cake, but you never know,” he growled over the phone. “Fuck, I want to kill him.” I understood the sentiment. “Slice him up while he’s still alive so he can feel it.”

Oliver was as bloodthirsty as me. That was good to know.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give him pain,” I promised him.

“So what’s the plan?” Andrey asked.

“Ilya, you get men in Moscow to keep an eye on the house… unnoticed,” I ordered. “We’ll take the private plane there first thing in the morning. Double up the security here for Olivia and Tasha, only with the men we absolutely trust.”

Ilya nodded. “I’m on it.”

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