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Vassily answered on the third ring, which pissed me off. What the fuck was he doing? I’d given him a direct order.
“You better not be sleeping,” I barked as I padded through the condo, moving into the laundry room, removing my wallet and weapon before dropping my things.
“There’s no sleep on this job, Kirill. You should know that better than anyone.”
“What did you find?”
“Well, first of all, it was a wee bit dicey cleaning up your mess, especially since someone called the fucking cops. That damn parking lot was right across from a twenty-four-hour drug store. Did you know that? Could you have picked a different place to take care of business?”
“I wasn’t exactly thinking about finding the sweetest spot in the city, fucker.”
“Yeah, well, I had to sweet talk two cops by calling for their supervisor. I don’t think the two junior cops were too thrilled the case was ripped out of their hands. Both of them were salivating.”
“Is the supervisor on our payroll?” I asked as I moved into my private bathroom.
“Fucking thank God he is. Everything is cool. About your boys. They weren’t carrying proper identification with them.”
Hissing, I flicked on the light in the bathroom, staring at my reflection. “You better shake the trees because I will hunt those bastards down. Concentrate on the people Michael Walsh associates with or has employed under him on the trade’s council.”
“Fine, I’ll do it, but maybe you need to put the hunt on hold for a little while. In my job tonight, I think I found someone with information regarding the attack.”
Every hackle was raised, bile forming in my throat. “Who. Is. It?”
“Just a guy who walked up to me and asked if I wanted to pay for some information.” Vassily laughed. “Needless to say, I put him on ice. I figured you’d want to handle it yourself.”
“Yeah, I do. Keep him on ice. I have a few things to do beforehand.” What the hell was going on? First one informant who’d been killed, now this. It felt like a goddamn trap.
“Like playing a little house with a beautiful girl?”
“Don’t you fucking ever dare say shit like that to me. Never. Do you hear me?”
Vassily whistled. “What the hell is wrong with you, Russian?”
Russian. Vassily was tossing that in my face as an insult considering he was born in Belarus, his family forced into Russia when he was a kid. He’d accused me of being too Americanized more than once, which had caused us to come to blows.
“I don’t need that shit thrown around, patriot.”
He hesitated, but I could tell his blood was boiling. “Yeah, I hear you. Not a word from me. I have your new friend in the safehouse. I’ll keep a couple of my men on him until you get there. Call me before and I’ll enjoy being of service.”
“Good enough. Keep searching for the Irishmen.”
“You’re sure they’re Irish?” he asked.
To be honest, I wasn’t certain at all. “No, but I might have a way of finding out.”
“I’ll keep searching. Even the VIN didn’t give me shit other than tell me it was a stolen vehicle.”
I took a deep breath before starting the water in the shower. A stolen vehicle for an abduction. That smelled of a much larger plan. “Find out where it was taken from.”
“That I can do. I’ll call you when I find something.”
The call ended, I tossed the phone on the counter, hunkering over and glaring at myself in the mirror. Looking at my reflection was like looking into the eyes of a man without a soul. However, tonight there was something different laced in eyes just like my mother’s.
Something human, a man who could feel again after all the years of being dead inside. Sighing, I rubbed my jaw, then studied the scratches Candy had left, able to smile from how deep she’d managed to go. My little hellion. My cock stirred all over again, the want and need mixing together, the insatiable combination even more dangerous.
That could lead to mistakes.
I headed into the shower, planting my hands against the marble surface and dropping my head. I’d made the water as hot as possible. I wanted to burn on the outside the way I was seared on the inside. Still, a part of me wanted to carry her scent with me for an eternity. Laughing, I smashed my fist against the wall several times. Even the horrible pain couldn’t calm the rage or the need.
