GavrilAfter the phone call“Fuck!” I shouted, scrambling to put on the tracker that was embedded in Anatoly’s cell phone. This couldn’t be happening, not now.“What do you need, pakhan?” Ivan said from the driver’s seat, sensing my anger.I showed him the location of Anatoly’s signal, glad that it was still beeping strongly. Wherever he was, I was going to get there immediately and find out what the hell had happened. “Take me there. Immediately.”“Yes, sir,” Ivan answered as he changed directions, heading toward the location quickly.Jon Hampton had my wife. My chest felt like it was going to explode with both fear and anger for what was happening, knowing that I had made a mistake in sending Naomi away. I thought that she would be safe from the impending war, but I had failed to consider that the FBI agent could make a move on my fucking wife during this time.It had been my mistake, my lapse in judgment, and now Naomi was in the hands of a madman.Shoving a hand through my hair, I
Naomi“Oh, you poor thing! Are you sure I can’t get you another glass of water? What about some cookies?”I shook my head, giving the older woman a kind smile. “Just a cell phone will be fine. I promise to be out of your hair shortly.”She waved a hand at me. “This is the most excitement that me and Clyde have had in quite a while! Clyde? Have you found the phone yet?”There was no answer and Mary frowned, placing her hands on her portly hips. “Clyde! Did you hear me?”He still didn’t answer and she stormed out of the living room, yelling his name. I allowed my smile to fade and looked around the clean and slightly outdated space. At least I had chosen my house correctly. I doubted these people even had a social media account, given the fact that Clyde couldn’t find his flip phone to begin with.When I had knocked on their door, they had been reluctant to let me in, but after I had begged for a cell phone and a glass of water, Mary had ordered her husband to open the door.She had gon
NaomiIlsa ended up taking us to a heavy iron gate in the LA hills, not far from where I believed Gavril’s mansion was. “Why are you in LA?” I asked, remembering the lovely island that Roman owned in the Gulf of Mexico.Ilsa shot me a dark look. “Were you not paying attention? Didn’t I tell you we were looking for you?”They had come to find me. My throat clogged with tears, but she was turning toward a keypad, swiping a card over it to open the gates. Roman had just gotten himself out of a tangle months ago with the very men that Gavril was about to face, and I’d thought that they would live it up in paradise, especially with Ilsa carrying his child.But they had come for me. I couldn’t believe it.Ilsa navigated the car up a driveway and to a Mediterranean-style home that was backdropped by a ton of flowers and the ocean in the far distance. The door opened immediately, and I was helped out by a kind-looking guard just as the front door opened and Roman Marchetti strolled out, looki
GavrilI clasped my hands behind my back, a cold mask of indifference on my face as I walked around the strung-up body. The man was shirtless, and small rivulets of blood ran over his chest from the cuts on his face. His mouth was gagged and his hands bound at the wrists by a set of chains that suspended him about three inches off the floor.Enough to put pressure on his shoulder joints to hurt, but not enough to cause permanent damage.Dark hair hung limply on his sweaty forehead, and the stench of piss and sweat filled the air, but it was the look of defiance in his eyes that pissed me off the most. I stopped before him, ripping the gag out of his mouth and letting it fall to the floor.“Are you ready to talk now?” I asked coolly. “Or are you going to make me do this the hard way, Sergei?”Sergei Puzanov glared at me, licking his lips to wet them from the gag. “Nothing you can do will make me talk, Kirilenko.”I chuckled and picked up the jumper cables, holding them over the battery
Naomi“What do you think you are doing?”I clenched my hand into a fist as I stared at a very pissed-off Roman. I had been so engrossed in hearing Gavril’s voice that I hadn’t heard Roman come into the study, but at least I had done what I had set out to do.My husband was coming for me. He knew my location, and I could expect him to be here as soon as he could and to take me back home, back where I belonged. Even in Roman’s home, I didn’t feel completely safe and secure.No, there was only one person that could make me feel like that, and he was coming for me.“I did what I had to do,” I replied, standing up to him when normally I wouldn’t have. “I handled my shit when you wouldn’t.”Roman blew out a long breath as he set the phone back on the receiver. “While I appreciate that you weren’t willing to listen to me and went about it your own way, you have no idea what you have truly done.”A bit of my bravado left me at his resignation, a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. It co
GavrilI patted my pockets as the SUV pulled up to the iron gate, making sure I had my guns close by. Ever since I had heard from Naomi, the nervous energy had tripled, and until I could see and verify that she was all right, I knew I would continue to feel this way.On one hand, I was glad that Roman had her and she hadn’t mentioned Hampton’s name. Had she escaped, or was there a bigger play that I was going to walk into in a few minutes?On the other hand, Roman Marchetti was a dead man if Naomi had been harmed in any way. It would be extremely foolish of me to start a war while I already had one going on, but for the mother of my child? I would do whatever it took. If what I had heard recently about Marchetti was true, then I wasn’t sure I had much to worry about in terms of him harming Naomi.It was all over LA that he was infatuated with his new wife, a former police officer at that, and unless she was just a cruel woman, I couldn’t imagine her standing by and taking him abusing
NaomiI couldn’t believe that I was in Gavril’s arms, and he was being completely different.I wasn’t used to this Gavril. It was almost like everything that had happened over the past few hours had scared him somehow. Although I didn’t want to read too much into it, I couldn’t help it.It also made me want to cry, but I held those tears back. Now wasn’t the time to lose it.“Jon took me to his studio in the city after he…” I paused. What if Gavril didn’t know about Anatoly yet?Oh God.“I know,” he said, relieving my fears that I was about to tell him that his closest friend was dead. If I closed my eyes, I could still see Anatoly telling me to run as the bullet ripped through his chest, how he had tried to save my life even when he knew that he was going to die in the end. I wouldn’t get over that for a long, long time.I looked up, catching his eye. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered, wanting to comfort him. He had to be hurting, no matter how tough Gavril was. Losing someone he cared abo
GavrilNaomi’s jaw worked as if she was thinking about my question, and hell, I hoped she had a good answer. This shit with Marchetti had gotten out of hand, and though I wasn’t going to admit it to him, we had to work together on this.He was the one being fucking difficult right now.“Roman isn’t necessarily wrong,” she finally said, surprising me.Marchetti smirked, and I wanted to bash his face in. “Told you.”His wife hit him in the arm, and Naomi looked up at me. “We can’t provoke the FBI, Gavril. It’s a no-win situation, and I know you know that, even if you don’t want to admit it.”I did. I wasn’t fucking stupid. I knew the ramifications of what I was asking, but I wanted Hampton.I wanted him dead, consequences be damned.“But,” Naomi continued, her expression darkening. “Going against Jon is doable.”“Naomi, what are—” Ilsa started, but my wife held up her hand, halting her words.“You don’t understand,” she said. “You don’t know what it’s like to never have peace wherever y