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“I didn’t need to. She told me the truth.”
“And how do you know that for sure?”
“I’m the best at getting the truth. You said it yourself.” I lock eyes with him over the table, giving him a look that tells him he’s taken this a step too far.
“Fine.” He lifts both his hands, just as the waitress arrives with his vodka. He takes a mouthful and then purses his lips. “If you say she’s telling the truth, I won’t argue with you. But-”
“But you choose to question me?” I narrow my eyes.
“It is my job to be wary. You know this.” He makes a good point. There’s no sense in arguing over this. Besides, if Tiana’s going to be my wife, I should know all there is to know about her.
“Then dig around and see if I missed anything,” I tell him.
“Dig around?”
“Da. See if there’s something worth worrying about.” This would suit me. I still think Tiana told me the truth, but it’s not smart to take her at face value. “Then, if you still have worries, we can take it further.”
“Fair enough.” Dima looks like this eases his mind somewhat. But not completely. “It’s just that now that she is here, you have no time for business?”
“The business is my life, dolboyob! It always has been, and it always will be.” I slam my fists down the table. Several other guests shift their eyes in our direction, then snap them away as soon as they realize who they’re looking at.
“Ah. Then you probably don’t need me to update you on recent developments.”
I set my glass down sharply. “Stop fucking around, Dima. What is this about, and why could you not tell me at home?”
“Because there are ears there, bratok. Some are more dangerous than that fucker Petrov and Theo Avants combined.” His expression speaks volumes.
“What are you talking about?” I snap. I no longer have the patience to wait for him to spit out what he’s getting at.
“I’m talking about her, boss.” He pauses and stares at me, giving me time to process his words.
“We’ve been over this mudak,” I snap. “If you keep this up, I’ll cut your fucking-”
“I’m not talking about Tiana, boss.” Dima shakes his head and leans closer. “I’m talking about her.”
I feel my jaws clench as the realization hits.
Her.
Blyad.
If he’s talking about who I’m thinking about, then we’re in for a world of shit. I gape at Dima and he nods as if he’s reading my mind. Years of working together made us understand each other without words.
“She re-emerged? What makes you think so?” I snap.
“The weekly security check-in didn’t go down as planned.” A muscle flickers in his jaw.
“What?”
“Yuri went in with the money, as always, but it was a no-show. He waited long past the scheduled time, but…” he shrugs, “nothing. Not a trace.”
“You’re bullshitting me.”
“I’m not, boss. I would never joke about this.”
“Blyad!” I sag back against my seat and rake a hand through my hair. “You sure the details were correct? You sure this is about her?”
“Boss, how long have we been doing this thing? Same time. Same meet point. Same drop-off. Why would we get it wrong now?”
