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“Oh, honey. You don’t have to do that. Just drop it off here and we’ll contact them.”
“No, it’s ok. I don’t mind.”
“Roan...” I knew that tone. She was getting ready to tell me “No.”
I cleared my throat and forced another smile to my face. “Yes?”
“Is this about a boy?”
Closing my eyes, I exhaled silently. “You got me.”
“Is it that boy at the coffee shop with the black eyeliner? You know I think he works at the flower shop down the street.”
I only vaguely recalled who she was talking about, but I went with it. “Yeah. I think I saw him drop it while he was leaving the other day.”
Sasha’s eyes narrowed the more I spoke, his head tilting to the side slowly. I was pretty sure he could hear the other half of the conversation based on the look on his face and the fact his jaw was practically welded shut.
I reached out and ran my fingers along the tiger tattoo on the side of his neck, shaking my head at his completely unfounded jealousy. It didn’t work, since he kept glaring.
Joyce chuckled and I could hear typing. “There are easier ways to find out his name, you know.”
“I know,” I sighed theatrically. Frankie would be so proud. “But he still needs his key back.”
“What’s the number?”
“346.”
“And his name is... oh. Well, that can’t be right.”
“What? What is it?” I swallowed the lump in my throat.
She huffed. “Well, it says box 346 belongs to an Alina Sidorova. That’s not a boy name these days, is it? I can’t keep up.”
“Alina Sidorova?” I looked at Sasha for the answer.
He, on the other hand, blanched visibly and looked like he was a second away from throwing up.
“That’s what it says here,” Joyce said. “It’s been the same renter since 1998.“
“Ok. Well, thanks for checking. I’ll drop the key off tomorrow.”
“Ok, honey. Hey, go buy some flowers and while you’re there, just ask his name.”
I hung up with an awkward laugh, my attention solely focused on the sickly-looking Sasha. It was better when he was acting jealous. Jealous made sense. I could handle jealous. What I couldn’t handle was Sasha, a force of nature, looking nervous. “Who is Alina Sidorova?”
“The daughter of the most powerful boss in Chicago.” He swallowed thickly and nudged me toward the door. “We need to go. Now.”
38
Sasha
My mind churnedthrough a dozen scenarios as I sped down the roadway. Roan was seated beside me, abnormally quiet for a change. Whilst I appreciated the silence, it was also unnerving. I wanted the distraction. I wanted him to brighten the mood in that effortless way of his. But I knew I needed to think, and fast.
What the fuck was Viktor playing at? He told me the box had fucking emeralds in it. I got a whole story about missing Imperial emeralds and the millions they’d bring. What a load of bullshit!
There were only two possible explanations.
One, Viktor had gotten bad intel. Highly probable since Igor had bad intel.
