Page 52 of Disgraced (Russian Sinners 3)

My phone rang and I answered in Russian.

“There is a stranger in the village,” one of my men announced over the line. “Should we send someone to check it out?”

“Yes, do it discreetly,” I told him, sticking to Russian. Then I hung up, turning my eyes to this hunted woman. There was no doubt in my mind, whoever the stranger was, they were here for her. “I have to go. If you want to go for a swim, feel free.”

“I won’t swim, but I’ll stay around here if that’s ok,” she replied. She looked tired too.

“Of course,” I replied quickly. “I’ll send someone with drinks.”

I left her without a backward glance and went in search of my brothers. On the way, I saw Sonia.

“Sonia, please send someone with wine, cheese, and crackers to the pool for our guest.” She nodded and I continued my path.

I found my brothers in my study. Dimitry must have showered and changed in record time. His hair wasn’t even dry yet. He had an unbuttoned jacket on, his gun holster peeking underneath. It was ironic really, all three of us were on our own territory and we walked around with a gun secured in a holster. You never knew when shit would hit the fan.

“There might be a stranger in the village,” I told them without beating around the bush. “I sent someone to check it out.”

“Fuck,” both Dimitry and Nikolai answered in unison. “We might have to move sooner than I thought,” Dimitry continued.

It wouldn’t surprise me. Since I was the one that gave her to them, my place would be the first for them to look.

“Let’s see what they come back with. It could be a false alarm,” Nikolai added with a calm reason although I could tell he didn’t think it was a coincidence.

“When were you thinking it best to move Anastasia?” I asked Dimitry, because she was his and he would call all the shots. Just like I would call all the shots with Scarlett, if she didn’t kill me first.

Whether Dimitry wanted to admit it or not, he was completely enthralled with Anastasia. If either Nikolai or I would even look at her way or touch her, he’d lose his shit. It was just taking him a tad bit longer to realize it. And although Anastasia has been through shit, she liked my brother. Those two would be good for each other and my brother deserved happiness.

“I hoped we’d have two or three days here to allow her to recover a bit,” Dimitry answered. “After captivity, she needs some normalcy. I was thinking about taking her to my St. Petersburg home but if men are already lurking after her, that won’t work.”

I knew what he was thinking. As we were getting richer, we bought remote homes all over Russia that would allow us to stay safe.

“How is it that Boris manages to cause trouble even from behind the prison bars and on death row?” I spat out furiously. Ever since the moment his men approached me, it all went down the drain. It didn’t fucking matter that he was my father. I hated that knowledge. I used to dream about my parents, how they’d be happy when I found them and welcome me back with open arms. That was before I found out my mother was just some common prostitute and my father was Boris. From all the fucking men in this world, my father had to be the one lunatic that caused pain to my brothers and me. I never bothered telling Boris. It would have meant nothing to him. The only one that mattered to Boris was Boris.

“It will be over soon,” Nikolai tried to calm us both down. Honestly, I couldn’t understand how Nikolai kept his cool considering that scar on his face was Boris’ fault. That fucking asshole could have blinded him. It was another reason I couldn’t never gather the nerve to tell my brothers. I found out the identity of my parents shortly after Boris gave Nikolai that scar. “Let’s focus on keeping the woman and us safe, and out of his reach,” he continued.

“You are right,” I muttered under my breath but it did nothing to settle my anger.

“I’m going to check on her,” Dimitry left to leave us.

“I left her by the pool,” I told him.

The moment he left the room, I spoke to Nikolai. “Has he been like this since the moment he saved her?”

He chuckled. “Actually, from the moment he saw her picture. The video footage from the club made it worse.”

“Do you think it’s smart?” I asked him. It wasn’t like her father would ever give him his blessing. He’d probably put him away for just looking his daughter’s way. “We don’t want to get on the wrong side of Manciatti and her family. They are quite influential.”

“Dimitry can handle them,” Nikolai answered in his forever wise way. “Besides, I have a feeling when Anja wants something, nobody can deter her from it. Her and Dimitry have that in common for sure.”

“Anja? Did you give her a nickname?” I inquired. “You like her that much?”

“I read somewhere her dad calls her that,” he explained. “Plus I like shorter names.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at the man. Scary as shit but liked nicknames. It would ruin his reputation as the scary Russian Sinner one day.

We walked out of the study and made our way to the stairs, both of us abruptly stopping in our tracks. Dimitry had Anastasia in his arms and was walking through the foyer towards us. She seemed to be sound asleep. I raised my eyebrows at the sight and glanced at Nikolai next to me. His arms were crossed over his chest with a knowing expression on his face, his focus on our oldest brother.

“She had too much wine,” Dimitry explained in Russian. Both Nikolai and I let out a small scoff. “Nikolai, I need you to run another search on her background.”

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