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“I can feel you simmering from the car.” Martina came to stand beside me in her trench coat as well.
The fall was settling in over New York, as the warm summer breezes were long past us and winter was fast approaching. It felt more like a double entendre.
Something was brewing. A war? A storm? I wasn’t exactly sure, but whatever it was, we needed to brace ourselves.
“How are you, Sav?” She put her arm over my shoulders and pulled me to her side. “You’ve been awfully quiet since you’ve been back home. Is it Andres? The Russians? The Syndicate?”
“All of the above,” I said in a disinterested tone, but it was true. “Paris seems to have done you some good. Who’s the new guy?”
The smile slipped from her face for a fraction of a second before she plastered it back on her lips. “What do you mean? There is no guy.”
I cocked an eyebrow. “You can fool your father, but there is no way in hell you’re fooling me. I know you, Martina. We’re practically twins.”
A red tint took over her cheeks as she released her arm from my shoulder. Her gaze darted everywhere but on me.
“Mar?” I called her name in the sing-song voice she hated so much. “You know that your secret is safe with me, right? I won’t tell.”
She opened her mouth to speak, but then she closed it when the crunching of Dimitri’s heavy footsteps on the gravel reached our ears.
“If you stand out here for too long you may catch a cold, girls.” Ever the overbearing parent. “Savina, why don’t you have a coat?”
“I’m not cold.” But the goosebumps on my skin betrayed me.
Dimitri shrugged his coat off and placed it over my shoulders. “Put this on and don’t fight me. I don’t have the energy or the capacity to deal with your tantrums today.”
“I wasn’t even going to say anything,” I grumbled under my breath, feeling thankful for the warmth. “Thanks.”
“What were you two talking about?”
“Nothing,” Martina said a little too quickly. “Uhm, what I meant to say was that we were just discussing girl stuff and the like, nothing out of the ordinary.”
She was the worst liar, and Dimitri knew it too, but he didn’t press on.
I would do my own digging later, when we were alone.
“So?” I asked, looking over to my second. “How are we looking in terms of trade?”
“The Iranians said they want 800 and we currently have 730. We are working on acquiring more of the firearms, but it could take up to two weeks to get it all done. But as you know, Muhammad is coming in the next three days to make the trade.”
Those damn Russians. I was still healing from their last little showcase of power. That warehouse had housed at least 2000 firearms. The deal was set, and now I had to push it back.
I hated when people got in between me and money.
“We need to figure out what to do and fast. I won’t have Muhammad wait another two weeks. The man is already impatient as it is. The last thing we need is a pissed-off radical warlord.”
When another company’s clients got pissed, they got strongly worded emails and phone call rants. When my clients got upset, blood was going to be split without a doubt. I dealt with the big sharks of the sea, and their bites were far stronger than their roars.
“There is something else.” Dimitri gave me that look that said that he wanted to have one of those heart-to-hearts conversations that I despised so much. “We need to talk about the letter.”
I tilted my head back and let out a frustrated groan. “No, I don’t want to.”
“Savina,” he pressed.
“No, I’m not going to talk about it. They sent a letter with a rat head in it and told me to watch myself. Uh, very scary—not.”
That letter from whoever it was didn’t scare me. If anything, it pissed me off.
“I am fine. I’m doing everything you are telling me to do for my safety. I married that idiot and I have guards who tail me now 24/7. I don’t need to go into a deep dive therapy session, and I don’t want to talk about how I feel.”
