Page 112 of Bratva and Betrayal: Kirill

Despite the charge going through, my phone starts blowing up. I laugh. Kirill is right on cue. He notices everything. Especially his money.

Kirill: Where are you?

Me: Just running errands.

Three dots appear instantly.

Kirill: What ERRANDS?

Oooo. All caps.

Me: Stop stalking me.

Kirill: It’s my right. I’m your husband.

Me: Leave me alone, I’m busy.

Kirill: DOING WHAT?

I wait.

Kirill: Answer me!

Me: Stop asking vague questions.

The dots appear again.

Disappear.

Reappear.

Phones ring behind me, and I see my guard reaching for his mobile.

“Answer that, and you will regret it,” I say, my tone deadly.

Teeth gnashing, he drops his hand.

Kirill: Where is your guard? He’s not answering his phone. Did you get kidnapped? Are you in a trunk? Does someone have your credit card?

Me: Quite an imagination you have there.

Kidnapped! In a trunk.

I glance toward the guard, and he suddenly finds a plane at the next gate fascinating. “I know Ares Zervas is always looking for guards,” I whisper.

“Because they keep getting killed,” he mutters.

Good point.

Kirill: Wife!

Uh oh.

The ‘wife’ text. Those are dangerous, and I worry about who he’s with, who he will take out his rage on.

Me: Yes, husband? Do you have more questions?

Kirill: Why did you buy seventeen seats to Miami?