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Nodding to myself, I shuffled the blanket out from under me and decided to email Pietor one last time about the summons in the morning. I’d lay it all out. Jail time or talk to me. What’s it going to be?
I hated that I knew he was probably no good and was still trying this hard to keep him out of jail. There was little reason for him to avoid me so much, or Emiliano for that matter if he wasn’t guilty of what he was being accused of.
“Guilty people don’t run, right? Ugh.”
That was usually only somewhat true, but I wasn’t an idiot. Reaching out to me and agreeing to the mediation were normal things that anyone else wouldn’t have had a problem with.
Pietor was not normal, and he certainly seemed to be very much his own man.
My mind circled around to the emails that I’d already sent. They were set to tell me when they were opened. None of them ever were. I couldn’t just email him. I had to call him. At least a voicemail would get his attention.
“Ahh, this is stupid. Just call and go to bed. It’s not like this is supposed to matter, right Billie? He’s just some guy your client is suing.”
I reached to the nightstand, picking up my phone and going to the contact number I’d saved for Pietor. As I sat up and leaned against my headboard, I took a steadying breath, closing my eyes before I hit call.
As per usual, it went to voicemail after a single ring, actively being ignored by Pietor.
“Beep fucker.”
That was his voicemail message, and an exhausted scoff left me as I waited for the actual beep. At least he didn’t do that thing where you think he actually answered. I hate that shit.
“Mr. Vadim, I’ve called to inform you that unless you respond to my requests for a client mediation, I will be putting forth a summons to the court to have you brought in for appropriate questioning regarding the suit filed by my client, Emilian Labriola. You will have until tomorrow at noon to respond to this message and cooperate.”
I paused, something itching on my tongue.
“Please, Mr. Vadim. I don’t want to escalate this if I don’t have to. Just…just call me back. Thank you.”
Chapter 8 - Pietor
“Fucking shit.” I slammed my phone back down to the nightstand.
I don’t want to escalate this if I don’t have to. Just call me back. Thank you.
Standing from the bed, I went straight to my sink, splashing water on my face to cool the fire breathing down my neck. I’d been dogging Billie for a week, and aside from a raging hard-on, I hadn’t gotten much. She’d sent constant emails and voicemails about mediating with Emiliano. That fucker was still refusing to meet me the old-fashioned way—the way we should be meeting.
The frigid water hit my face, and I sucked in a deep breath as I stood up, letting it drip down my skin. Frustration twisted my guts into knots, and I clenched my jaw too hard as I shut my eyes. This was not good.
Emiliano just wasn’t dropping it, and the “case” was getting real fucking troublesome for me—and, more importantly, the family. Lev was furious that the guy wasn’t backing down, and I was on strict orders to do whatever it took to keep this from court. A summons was not helping that.
He’d just been so hard to pin down alone, and whenever he was out with Billie, they were in a location that made it too difficult to hear him. She was a tireless thing, too. I’d watched her comb this entire city for details about our club, and if it weren’t for the faith I had in the people who worked for us, I’d have stepped in.
She’s persistent. I’ll give her that.
And, of course, it wasn’t the only thing I wanted to give her. Billie was an anomaly, a unique specimen under my microscope, and I was so very ready to see what else she wanted for that sumptuous body of hers. Watching her from a distance hadn’t been nearly enough for me, and I ached to get her in my hands—and my bed.
“Hell, she’s even noticed me a few times. Not that I think she really knew it was me.”
I stared at my reflection, narrowing my eyes as I considered the times I’d let myself get just a bit too close. She was beyond tempting. Even time she bent down for something, the way she’d parade around her apartment in her undies, my cock twitched at just the thought.
Groaning, I scrubbed my hands over my face before turning and grabbing a towel to dry off. This wasn’t getting me anywhere, and I knew I’d wasted too much time enjoying my days watching her.
This had to end.
I padded to my closet, stepped in, and shucked off the pajama pants to get dressed. Pulling on a pair of jeans and a black tee, I returned to the bed to grab my phone. Billie didn’t have any big meetings for Emiliano today, and apparently, I had until noon to respond to her.
Going to the last email I’d received from Billie, I hit reply, my fingers hovering over the tiny keyboard on my screen. Billie’s email address sat there in the reply line, and I stared daggers at it.
[email protected]. Fucking Nicholas Cohen. He has to know what’s going on with Emiliano.
