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Before I can answer, the other man, who I’ve come to think of as Tom Ford because of the jacket he gave me, steps further into the room where four of the most powerful men on the East Coast are now incapacitated.
“You!” Andrey slurs and tries to move, but he can’t. He’s also fighting to stay awake.
I glance around the room. My father has slumped onto his desk. James has passed out too. Or at least James looks like he’s passed out. I’m now hoping he’s not, and he’s acting, and maybe the drug didn’t affect him. If it didn’t, he could help me. My thoughts trail off and I frown as Pavel’s words sink in.
“How are you immune?” I ask Pavel.
But he doesn’t answer; he just stands there holding me in a vice grip.
“Hello, Andy,” the man greets Andrey as if it’s just another day in the park and two old friends have bumped into each other. “Still being as stubborn as ever and trying to best everything I see.” He shakes his head. “You’re not going to win this struggle, Andy.”
I see Andrey’s eyes widen in shock. “What…” He struggles to keep alert.
But the man has moved on, walking toward where my father and Ivan are. His eyes flash with hate. My heart starts racing, and panic rises within me. Ivan lifts his head trying to fight the effects of the knockout drug forcing his eyes open.
Oh fuck! Fear grips me. Have I just opened the door for the wolves who want the Belovs dead?
“You,” Ivan is breathless. “So… stories are… true,” he forces out, his head bobbing as he’s slowly losing the battle to stay awake.
“Depends which stories you’re referring to, old man,” the man says in perfect Russian.
“Stay away from my father.” Andrey snarls and tries to force his limbs to work.
Without taking his eyes off Ivan, the man says, “Don’t worry, Andy. Today’s your father and Marco’s lucky day.” I suck in a breath when he pulls out a deadly-looking dagger with a silver handle. Hazel-eyes lifts Ivan’s head and Ivan’s eyes are glazed. “I have a message for you.” He grabs Ivan’s arm and moves the sleeve. “Is this the hand you used to plunge the knife into his back?”
He doesn’t wait for a reply but starts slicing into Ivan’s flesh. Ivan’s eyes widen before he gasps and passes out from the pain. The man stands up, looks at Ivan, and gives him a cold smile. I can’t see what he’s done to Ivan’s arm because of the man’s large frame that blocks my view.
“What… what…” Andrey’s head is swinging like it’s too heavy for his neck to hold up. “I’m going to… to…”
“Kill me?” The man turns and looks at Andrey. “I’ll be waiting, Andy.” He smiles, turns, and looks at my father slumped on the desk. “Tell Marco and Ivan I’ll see them soon.”
The man straps the dagger back onto his belt and then goes around the room collecting all the shot glasses. He looks up at Pavel. “Take her.”
“What?” My eyes widen with fear. “Wait. No!” I start to struggle again.
“Isa…” Andrey makes one last attempt to get up, but he can’t, nearly toppling from the chair.
“Whoa, easy there, Andy,” the man says, moving as fast as a striking snake and pushes Andrey back into the chair. “I made a promise you wouldn’t get hurt. Don’t make a liar out of me.”
“Who… who…” Andrey’s eyes are giving up the battle to stay awake.
“You don’t remember me?” The man puts a hand over his hurt feigning pain. “I’m hurt!” He pats Andrey on the face. “But I’m sure you’ll remember soon enough,” the man promises. “Now go to sleep.”
He walks up to me and takes the bottle of vodka. “I’ll take that.” He looks at Pavel and says, “I thought I told you to take her?” As Pavel spins me around, I see the man look at a spot on the wall where there’s a hidden camera holding up the bottle of vodka. “Never drink or eat anything delivered to you from a pissed-off woman. Isn’t that what you once taught me, old man?” He laughs and starts following us as Pavel carries me to the front door.
My brow knits together at the man’s words. He seems to know my father well. I know that saying of my father’s well. Alarms start to go off in my head, and that nagging memory is jumping up and down, trying to get out of the dark hole it’s trapped in.
“Put me down, you big oaf!” I start yelling, kicking, and wiggling.
“Please, Miss Moretti,” Pavel hisses in my ear. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“You’re hurting me!” I press against the iron arm clamped around my waist.
I freeze when I see Genevra sprawled on the floor. Oh fuck! What if they’re not the help she hinted at?
“Genevra!” I scream.
I double my attempt to get free, but Pavel doesn’t seem phased and clamps his other arm around my arms, pinning me. From nowhere, the hazel-eyed man appeared, opening the front door for Pavel.
