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“The child Valentina was carrying would potentially be the head of the Zhukov Special Forces, the next Zhukov Pakhan, and the rightful heir to the Belov Bratva,” Lucien tells me.
“What?” My brow furrows as I stare stupidly at the two of them. I understand the meaning of the words, but they are not registering.
“Konstantin is the son of Grigory Belov!” Lucien blurts out.
“No!” I shake my head, but I know what he’s saying is true. I’ve seen it, but I just ignored it.
“I’m afraid so,” Lucien says. “Stacy knew about it. Stacy also told me that their plan went wrong the night of that attack. Four men came out of nowhere. Two attacked Lev and really hurt him. Konstantin saved his life, and another two started attacking Stacy.”
“It was all just a scheme to get Lev to Russia so he could secretly record shit about Roman to place in that container that’s sitting in the middle of the ocean with the painted ladies, waiting to be delivered to the international branch of the FBI. He also managed to get a whole lot of incriminating evidence against the Andreevs.” Lucien growls.
“Why didn’t you show these videos of yours to Konstantin?”
“Konstantin has been unreachable as he was planning the mission to get you here.” Lucien’s eyes are hooded.
“Bullshit!” I spit, and fear grips me as the thought that I jumped out of the frying pan into the fire crosses my mind. “You want to take over Stacy and Lev’s plan.”
“Seriously?” Lucien’s brows raise as he looks at me in disbelief. “I run Canada and Alaska. I have the backing of the Zhukovs.” He shakes his head. “I do not need to take over the blip on the radar, which is the East Coast.”
“Your grandmother ordered him not to,” Harry tells me, glaring at Lucien. “Don’t be so fucking melodramatic.” He rolls his eyes. “Everything needs to play out at Lev, and Konstantin has planned it in order to get to the bottom of this.”
I stare at him for a few minutes as my mind ticks over with the information. Is our grandmother trying to get rid of Konstantin by letting him unknowingly keep his enemy by his side? My eyes widen, and I look at Lucien. No, Roman needs Konstantin, so it must be something else. Harry’s words sink in about Karla wanting to get to the bottom of this.
“Our grandmother thinks that Lev’s not acting alone, and there’s another Belov or maybe someone else working with him?” It’s the only thing that makes sense. “Oh my God! Does she think it’s Konstantin?”
“No!” Lucien shakes his head. “We know it’s not Konstantin. But it’s definitely a Belov, Moretti, or…”
“James!” My eyes widen even more. “No fucking way. You’re crazy.”
“The only three people we’ve ruled out are you, Genevra, and Davey,” Harry tells me.
“Shit, Davey!” I snap my fingers. “My dogs! Where are my dogs?”
“With our grandmother,” Lucien tells me, grinning. “She loves them, by the way, and I think you’re going to have to fight with her to get them back.” He laughs at the horrified look that must be on my face. “She loves dogs, especially Cane Corso!”
“She was the one that gifted Titan to you right after your mother died,” Harry tells me.
I change the subject away from my dogs and grandmother I’ve never met. “I don’t think this is my father’s doing.” I shake my head. “He helped me and Stacy escape from the lodge…” My words trail off as I realize how easy it had been to escape the lodge and how Doctor Bimbo had just volunteered the information. “Fuck! I was played.”
“Seems that way,” Lucien said. “There is also one player on this board that everyone just overlooks and moves beneath the radar.”
My heart lurches, and my soul screams—No! But my mind reasons that Andrey is the only one who hasn’t been harmed throughout all this. He hasn’t been kidnapped or threatened, and he seemed rather eager to follow me on my journey to the end of the fucking Bratva hot information rainbow.
The private military contractors always seemed to know where we were and how did Lev track me down in the women’s shelter building? No one outside of our circle knew I was there.
Although my heart and soul are trying to hang on to the name, my mind forces it through my lips, “Andrey!”
“Andrey!” Harry and Lucien say in unison.
“I…” I want to defend him, but I’m not sure if I can. I’m not sure I trust any of the Belovs. “What about his father?”
“The man is brain dead,” Harry reminds me. “And, yes, we’ve confirmed it.”
“What about someone on the team?” I gesture with my hand. “Like… uh… Sergei or his friend Urie?”
“No, it’s none of them,” Lucien shakes his head and glances at my arm. “I noticed you had a bit of an itchy rash on your arm earlier when I brought you inside.”
“It’s nothing, probably just something I touched at that lodge,” I tell him. Other than a little bit itchy, I’d actually forgotten about it.
