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“Sir, I—”
“I already know the truth. I don’t need your excuses. Or was it a lie you were about to tell me?”
Ilya promptly shut his mouth, swallowing hard.
Roan sighed, looking as exasperated as he sounded. “Sasha, stop fucking with him.”
Ilya snuck a glance at Roan out of the corner of his eye, like he wanted to believe him, but he also knew better. Smart boy.
“Durak?” I narrowed my eyes at Ilya, growling out the word. “You taught him how to win in Durak?”
His shoulders relaxed as he let out the breath he’d been holding. “I’m sorry, sir.”
“Mhmm.” I let him go and slid back, giving him some room. “I still wish you would have told me about all of your other lessons, though.”
Ilya’s eyes widened again. “You know?”
My attention drifted back to Roan. I gave him a small smile, that warm feeling nestled in the center of my chest again. “He saved our lives today.”
Ilya’s head whipped toward Roan as well. “What?! What happened?”
“Carmine’s men. Out for revenge,” I replied in Russian, in case any of the other patrons were a little too interested in our conversation. “Three shots, center mass. A little low, but impressive enough for the first time, especially while he was on the move.”
Ilya beamed at Roan like a proud parent.
“No, don’t be happy,” Roan said, ducking his head and wrapping both hands around his coffee cup. “You guys shouldn’t be happy about this. This is bad. So fucking bad…”
“Did the guy get away or something?” Ilya frowned, looking at me for the answer.
“No. He’s in the basement.” Ilya made a face at my reply, just as confused by Roan’s reaction as I was. I shrugged and gestured with one hand. “He’ll come around. It’s still all so new to him.”
“Want me to talk to him? He might be more honest with me than you.”
“You can try.” I furrowed my brows as my brain processed the last part of what he said. “What the fuck does that mean? Why wouldn’t he be honest with me?”
“Because?” Ilya’s blue eyes widened, like he was trying to get me to understand via telepathy. “You’re the fucking Wolf?”
“Could you guysnottalk about me? I’m literally right here.” Roan huffed and shoved his coffee cup away, his glare darting between the two of us.
I ignored him, keeping my focus on Ilya. I did, however, switch back to English so Roan would quit pouting. “Can you take him home? I have work.”
Ilya nodded. “Of course. Do you want me to stay?”
“That’s up to him,” I said, tossing my head toward Roan. “There’s no way they know who he is, but it wouldn’t hurt.”
Roan scoffed. “Jesus. It’s not any better in English, you know. I am stillrighthere.”
Ilya chuckled, sliding out of the booth and leading the way to the door.
While I settled the bill, Roan followed him outside.
Rejoining them on the sidewalk, I snagged Roan’s fingertips before he climbed into Ilya’s BMW. I pulled him back to me with a quick tug. His blond brows dipped in a silent question.
“Youwillbe ok,” I said quietly, lacing my fingers through his fully. “You’re strong, Roan. One of the strongest people I know. Don’t ever doubt that.”
His gaze dropped and he hesitated before speaking. “You’re not mad I didn’t kill him?”
Lifting his chin with one finger, I held his gaze steadily, wishing there was more I could do to convince him. Something. Anything. “Never. And I would never ask you to.”
