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She ignored him. Grinning, he rolled the window up. Yury didn’t drive off until Cristal was safely inside her home. A home that looked like it had seen better days. Next stop, his god-daughter’s home. Another twenty-minute drive.
When they arrived, Yury pulled the car into the driveway while Con texted Delilah to let her know he was outside. A few minutes later, the garage door opened and Yury drove into the garage.
Con waited until the garage door shut before he stepped out of the car. The door to the inside of the house opened. Delilah stood in the doorway, clad in pajamas with her robe clutched tightly together at her chest.
She looked even more frail than she had last week. That worried him. She stepped to the side, allowing him room to enter. He didn’t speak until she closed the door behind him and locked it.
“You haven’t been eating.”
A slight smile crossed over her face. “Are you telling me or asking me?”
“Telling you.”
She shrugged. “One doesn’t have much of an appetite when one’s husband is missing.”
Tears sprang to her eyes and quickly raced down her dark brown cheeks. Con didn’t know how to handle emotional women. If he could pay her to stop crying, he would. He tried that once. She cursed him out.
“I’m doing everything I can to find him, Delilah.”
“He’d dead, Con. He has to be.” More tears dripped from her eyes.
“Don’t say that.”
“I watch the first forty-eight. People are supposed to expect the worst after forty-eight hours. Boris has been missing since June. JUNE,” Delilah yelled. “Either he’s dead, or he’s ran off and left his family behind.”
“He would never leave you and Azariah behind. You two are his world.”
“I know.” She wiped the tears from her cheeks. “Which means he’s dead. Con, you’ve been here since June looking for him. If he was alive and well, you would’ve found him by now.”
“If I was allowed to go after him myself, I would’ve found him by now. But I’ve been forced to rely on the Soldiers…”
“Fuck the Soldiers. They were supposed to protect him. He was one of them. He pledged his life to them. He did their bidding. He did whatever they needed, whenever they needed it. I wouldn’t be surprised if they were the ones who killed him.”
“Don’t say that.”
“But…”
Con gripped her arm. “Saying shit like that will get you six feet under or burned alive.”
“I don’t care.”
He gave her a gentle shake. “You better care. You have a daughter to live for.”
A sob escaped her. “I know. I know.”
The sobs took over, silencing her. He pulled her into his arms and held her as she cried on his shoulder. He felt partially responsible for her tears. He’d been sent to Chicago to find out what had happened to Boris.
So far, he was failing the Soldiers and Delilah. Like him, Boris was a Soldier. A hitman at the beck and call of the leader of the Russian Soldiers. They were a secret branch of the Bratva that most had never heard of.
And those who had heard of them rarely spoke of them. It was the leader of the Soldiers that had sent him there. He’d replaced Boris as Club Manager of Private Affairs gentleman’s club.
The word on the street, spread by him, was that Boris had been fired. Truth was, he’d gone missing and the Soldiers were doing their best to find him. Their best was proving not good enough.
Which was why Con had brought in his own crew to help with the search and to help out at the club. They needed to find Boris as soon as possible. Boris had a wife and a child who was depending on him.
Until he was found, it was Constantine’s job to make sure Delilah and her daughter was taken care of. He could support them financially. But he couldn’t erase the pain and confusion they were feeling.
“I’ll double my efforts,” he told her. “I’ll find him.” Dead or alive.
