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She steps in and smiles. She’s pretty and around my age. Is this Cherry? And who is she to Liam and his gang?.
“Liam… he just… s–shot someone. Oh, my God.” My stomach hurls again.
The woman goes to the sink, picks up a glass, and fills it with water. “That’s what happens when you disobey. Alex shouldn’t have drugged you. Certainly not the amount that he had. You could have died.”
“What?” Why was she talking like it was no big deal for Liam to kill someone in cold blood?
“Here. Have some water.”
I take a sip and let her help me up. I rinse my mouth out with mouthwash she conjures up from somewhere, and then she guides me back to the bedroom where I sit on the edge of the bed.
“Are you with Liam?”
She laughs. “Don’t let Robbie hear you ask that. No, I’m not with Liam. I’m with his cousin, Robbie.”
I shake my head. “I mean the FBI. Are you?—”
Cherry bursts out laughing. “Ha! That’s hilarious. Robbie will get a kick out of that when I tell him. No. I’m Cherry Granger.”
I feel like an idiot that I still don’t understand what’s going on.
Cherry sits next to me and pats my hand. “This is the Rostova safehouse.”
“With the FBI?”
“No, honey. The Rostova safehouse.”
“Who are all the men?”
“They’re Liam’s men.”
I want to ask if she means his men with the FBI, but clearly, that’s not the case.
“They’re Bratva,” she says as if she knows I’m completely lost.
My head spins. I’ve heard of that before. I think from my father. It’s organized crime. But no. Liam is FBI.
“Bratva?” I ask, thinking maybe I misunderstood.
“Yes. It’s like the Mafia, only Russian. Liam is the Boss.”
6
LIAM
As I head to my office, I remind myself that I’ve always been an asshole.
Being so cold and cruel to Kate shouldn’t matter to me. But fucking hell, it does matter.
The way she looked at me as I ignored her pain and told her the rules gutted me. Moments ago, I shot one of my men and didn’t feel a thing except relief that he was dead.
But Kate… fuck… she twists me up inside, and I hate it.
I pour myself a double scotch, not vodka as my Russian heritage would suggest, and sit at my desk annoyed that Kate is still in my system. I guess I was naïve to think the last few days apart, unleashing revenge on Peprov’s followers, would kill my conscience and rid me of my ability to care about anything or anyone.
I down my drink, willing it to burn away the guilt and the desire. Fuck, how I want her.
It’s almost as if there is a part of me that wants her to bring my goodness out. My soul wants to connect to her, but that can’t happen.
