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“I was the reason she was there. She was my plus one. And I don’t have to tell you how bad it looks when your date winds up murdered.”
“Do the police have a suspect? Other than you?”
“You, from what I heard. But the witnesses have conflicting stories so there are no real leads.”
“Fan-fucking-tastic.” I drained half of my drink in one go. There was obviously no point in lying about being there since the police had gone and confirmed it for him.
“Is there something you need to tell me, Sasha?”
“No.”
He smiled and stroked along the side of his jaw. “You answered that awfully fast.”
“I didn’t fucking kill her,” I snapped, turning to face him fully. “And if this is some attempt at getting me to take the fall for you, you’ve got another thing coming. I willnotgo back to prison, Misha. Underanycircumstances. And I’ll kill whoever I have to to make sure that doesn’t fucking happen.”
Laying a hand on my chest lightly, he gave me another small smile, his voice lowering. “I could never ask you to do that. Not when I know about your life away from here, with Roan. That’snotwhat this is about.”
Even though the music was loud, I still glanced around to make sure no one heard him. I couldn’t believe he was being so reckless. It didn’t matter Sergei knew and gave his tacit blessing, I didn’t need the whispers on the streets undermining my every move.
Sweeping his hand off my chest, I turned back to the counter and inhaled another long drag off the cigarette. I expelled the smoke sharply before asking the question that had been gnawing at me since the night before. “How did she sink her claws into you, anyway?”
He mirrored my position, twisting his glass in small circles on the bar top. “She came to us for help a while back. Out of respect for her father, we took care of it. We got her out of Russia and set up here.”
“That’s a lot of effort for someone who is of no use to you.”
He shrugged. “Different people serve different purposes. My only hope is that Kazimir listens to reason before going on a massacre.”
I shot him a skeptical look. The words “Kazimir” and “reason” did not belong in the same sentence.
“Youdoknow he’s out of prison, don’t you?” Misha arched a blond brow.
“I might have heard something like that.”
“And when he comes here?”
“What makes you think he’s coming here?”
“Because you’re here,” Misha said simply.
“Think he’s coming to apologize?” I smirked, earning me a chuckle in return.
“I doubt that very much.”
Shrugging, I threw back the rest of my drink. Never in a million years would I expect an apology from a Belov. But after everything that happened, I sure as hell expected a bullet in the back. I’d have to be twice as careful moving forward.
“Now, the real reason I called you,” Misha said, slipping a piece of paper out of his inner pocket and sliding it across the bar top. “The boss has a task that needs to be done tonight. Take Valery with you. Make it messy.Verymessy. We don’t want people asking questions.”
I picked up the paper and furrowed my brow at the address and the instructions scrawled beneath it. Normally I didn’t question the order. It didn’t matter to me who I killed or why. But this time felt… different.
He nodded sagely, without me even having to ask the question.
I did anyway, in the hope I was wrong. “All of them? Some of them are brand new. They barely have any connection to us.”
Misha nodded again. “Sergei said all.”
“But what about the owner?”
“All, Sasha.” His voice took on an edge I didn’t typically hear. For the briefest moment he looked equally unsure of what he was asking, but we both had orders. Not following wasn’t an option.
