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“Fine.” The man accepts my brother’s help, and I greet Konstantin.
He hugs me and kisses my forehead. “Hello, little sister. You have no idea how good it is to come back and see you.”
“I missed you too, brother.” I look at the newcomer.
“You must be Isabella.” The man smiles, and I know that smile. “I hear congratulations are in order.” He glances at my stomach. “I’m your brother-in-law, Lev.”
The floor starts to spin, and that cold gray mist starts reaching out its fingers towards me again. The last words I hear are Pavel’s shout.
“For fuck sake, man.”
Chapter 21
ANDREY
It’s been eight weeks, and there’s been no signs of Konstantin or Isabella. I stand in the garage of Belov Towers, staring at the SUV I bought Isabella for her birthday. We thought we had a lead as the cameras on the outside of the house caught them driving away in an identical vehicle. But it wasn’t the one I had bought Isabella.
I’m not even sure what the purpose of having an identical getaway car was. Urie discovered that Stacy Thompson had bought the identical Porsche. That fucking bitch hadn’t been helping me pick a birthday present for Isabella. She was helping Isabella escape from me.
Fury bursts inside me like it has these past eight weeks whenever I think about my wedding day. On the day, I didn’t have time to go over how easily Isabella had manipulated the entire day to her advantage. At first, I thought she had one or more of Marco’s staff members helping her, but they are all utterly loyal to Marco, except for James, who I now know dislikes Marco even though he hasn’t said as much.
But I know it wasn’t James. He drank the same drinks we did and got knocked out, too. I saw him go down. He was as surprised as I was when Isabella reached for the bottle of vodka and then waved me goodbye, declaring our divorce. Oh, do I have news for my beautiful, deceitful little wife when I find her? There will be no divorce. She belongs to me, and when I am done with her, Isabella will know her place.
I may have promised my mother I wouldn’t kill Konstantin as long as my mother was alive. But I never promised her I wouldn’t hurt him or bring him near death over and over again, along with that no-good Stacy Thompson and their other accomplice. Davey, something or other. I can never remember his last name. I frowned. I didn’t think I even got his last name. But everyone who helped my wife escape will answer to me.
“Andrey!” Urie’s impatient voice snaps out of my thoughts. “What is up with you today?”
“I have a lot on my mind.”
“We will find Isabella,“ Uries tries to reassure me. Something flashes in his eyes. “But you do know that you can’t just let her get off lightly for what she did to you, your father, and Marco Moretti, right?’
My eyes narrow dangerously. “And what would that be?”
Ever since the day Isabella was taken and I took over the Belov Bratva, Urie hasn’t quite been himself. He’s edgy, and every time Isabella comes into the conversation, he reminds me that she has to be brought to justice for her crime.
“She drugged everyone at that party. Most of the guests have a fuzzy recollection of what happened. Luckily, the people with kids had already gone home.” Urie’s voice is laced with anger. “Most of the men felt like shit for days. That made us vulnerable.”
“Isabella wasn’t the one that took out our security team,” I point out. “And there is no evidence suggesting she was the one that drugged us. You saw the footage. It was Konstantin who had the bottle of vodka.” I hold him with my eyes. “If anyone says anything different, they will be dealt with. I will deal with my wayward wife.“ My eyes narrow some more. “When we find her. That’s what you should be doing. Finding Isabella. When you find her, you’ll find her brother, Stacy Thompson, and Davey’s what’s-his-name.”
“Please tell me you’re not going to let Isabella off because you’re pussy whipped,” Urie’s snaps. “That woman has scrambled your fucking brains.”
I got still, and my eyes held a warning mirrored by my voice. “I have no idea what’s got your panties in a twist, Urie. But be very careful how you speak about my wife.”
Urie’s eyes widen, and he backs down. “I’m sorry, Andrey.” He runs a hand through his hair. “But that stunt left us vulnerable. We were all out for hours. Anyone could’ve picked us off. That would’ve been you, your father, James, and Marco gone.”
I pick the yellow folder off the side of my desk, open it, flick through a few pages, and pull out a few photos. “We weren’t vulnerable.” I chuck them on the desk. “We had a team of Zhukov special forces patrolling the grounds until we came around.”
“What?” Urie frowns and picks up the pictures.
“James gave me these that day. We haven’t shown anyone else as we don’t want to cause a panic. They didn’t want us dead, but they wanted us to know they were ensuring no one swooped in to do it.” I tell him. “They were protecting their prey.” Urie’s eyes widen as he realizes what I’m saying is true. “James reckons the only reason Konstantin didn’t take the opportunity to kill his father or mine that day was because he was ordered not to.”
“How would James know that?” Urie sneered.
Is his nose bent out of shape because James is my right-hand man for the Moretti Mafia? I shake the thought away. “He knows his cousin. Marco has mentioned his son to James on numerous occasions, and after learning what I did about Konstantin, trust me, he has every right to want his father and mine dead.”
“Jesus, Andrey,” Urie growls. “Who’s side are you on?” His eyes narrow angrily. “Did you maybe stop to think that James wants Marco completely gone?”
“Why would James want that?” I sit back, eyeing Urie with a deadly calm. “He’s already the Don of the Boston Mafia.”
