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I reached over and squeezed his thigh. “I think I’m flattered…?”
“You should be. Not much scares me.” He leaned over and kissed me quickly while the stoplight cycled.
“Wish I could say the same,” I muttered, letting my head fall back against the headrest.
He shot me a look out of the corner of his eye. “You’re worried about Kazimir?”
“Yeah… among a thousand other things.”
“Well, don’t.”
“Yeah, easy for you to say.”
“It is. It’ll be finished tomorrow.” The light turned green again and his attention drifted back to the road.
The hair on the back of my neck stood up with the certainty in his voice. “How do you know that?”
“Because I got a message to Kazimir earlier, when you were dealing with your mother.”
“And…?” This wasn’t good. Not good at all. This meant Sasha was planning to do something stupid. Or dangerous. Or dangerously stupid.
“I told him to meet me tomorrow.” Sasha’s head swiveled toward me, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. “And I’ll give him what he wants.”
Stupid! So, so stupid Sasha!
I swallowed my anxiety and tried to keep my voice neutral. “Aren’tyouwhat he wants?”
“I’ll give him something better.” His chin tipped up in natural defiance as he answered. “His daughter.”
33
SASHA
Roan wasnothappy when he learned the whole sordid story about Daria. If he could have, I was pretty sure he’d hand her over to Kazimir himself for what she’d done to me. It didn’t matter it was a decade ago. He was furious. I couldn’t say I blamed him. I was too. Not to mention the fact workmen were still plastering over bullet holes in the Adler because of that bitch.
But as much as I hated her, as much as I didn’t trust her, I finally had an answer to the question Valery posed so long ago — Ididtrust Misha. I trusted his anger. His bloodlust. Just like he trusted mine.
So when he made me promise not to kill Daria, I agreed. Grudgingly.
It was a promise I immediately regretted, sitting across from her in an empty barroom on the North Side of the city. She drummed her perfectly manicured nails on the top of her crossed knee, her head held high.
“See? Iwastelling the truth,” she sniffed, probably put out that I didn’t fall at her fucking feet with gratitude.
“Don’t fucking talk to me,” I snapped back. “I promised not to kill you. I can still break your fucking jaw.”
Misha halted his pacing long enough to send me a warning look.
“You know, it would be easier if the rest of the crew was here,” I said, tracking Misha as he circled the perimeter of the main sitting area.
“No one can know she’s alive,” Misha replied, chewing on his index finger as he moved, keeping an eye on the Guinness clock above the bar.
“Do you really think he’s just going to walk in here?” Daria asked, turning her attention to Misha since she didn’t get anywhere with me. “He’s evil. He’s not stupid.”
“Hence the neutral territory,” Misha replied loftily. He exchanged a nod with Declan, who raised a glass of whiskey toward him in return before slamming it.
Daria rolled her eyes. “So what’s the plan? Sit around and get drunk while you wait to have your skulls crushed?”
“Don’t worry about it,” Misha replied sharply. Any normal person would have stopped talking after getting glared at by someone like Misha, but she kept running her mouth like the spoiled princess she was.
