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“You can thank him yourself once I’ve introduced the two of you.”
“I’d like that,” she accepted huskily, waiting a few seconds before adding. “I know what you did too.”
Casper eyed her quizzically. “What did I do?”
“You provided the security footage that showed Bart putting Violet—or her badly beaten body—in the trunk of his car before he drove to a park and left it there.” She swallowed. “You also produced verbal and photographic evidence of his months of brutality toward her. I saw the file on your computer and that it was sent to the police anonymously,” she added softly.
It was one of the reasons she’d applied to work for Kingston Security.
But only one of them.
Her investigation into the company itself had revealed that the members of the Kingston family often helped rescue kidnapped or abused people without receiving any recognition or monetary gain for having done so.
Persy now knew from Casper that those rescues had begun after Sinclair’s first wife was kidnapped and then murdered.
* * *
“When I learned Violet had been murdered, I wanted to kill the bastard with my own hands,” Casper now revealed fiercely.
“Instead, you asked your cold-blooded Russian friend to arrange for it to happen.”
He grimaced. “Once you’ve met Nikolai, you’ll realize he pretty much does what benefits his pakhan and his family, and no one else. But yes, we did ask him for help after we learned that the woman who is now my brother Felix’s wife was about to be married to Terry Bart after he was released from prison. Against her wishes, I hasten to add. Her now-imprisoned oldest brother was head of the Irish mob at the time, and he had arranged for the marriage to take place. Terry Bart was Anthony Bart’s son, and the older man was the head of the London mob. Such an alliance would give more power to both the Irish and the London mob.”
Persy’s eyes were wide. “I’m guessing Nikolai Volkov, or his pakhan, didn’t want those two factions to be united in that way.”
“No.”
“I wasn’t in the least sorry to read about the death of Anthony Bart in a shootout that took place at his home in London on the same day his son died in prison. I knew little about him, except he was a mob boss, but the fact he raised a brutal son like Terry was pretty telling.”
Casper nodded. “The attack on Bart senior was attributed to the Albanians.”
“But it was really carried out by the Russians.”
Casper nodded. “On the morning Terry Bart was killed, Nikolai arranged to visit Bart senior to offer his condolences in person for his loss. But he didn’t go in alone. Brianna’s brother Liam, who is now head of the Irish mob, went in too. And us,” he added ruefully. “There was no way Felix wouldn’t be involved in rescuing Brianna. Consequently, there was no way the rest of the family were going to let him go in without us. It was an absolute shitshow.” He shook his head at the memory. “But it had the desired result that Anthony Bart and his son both died that day. Their organization collapsed without its leader and his heir.”
“Did Mr. Volkov also arrange to have Brianna’s brother put in prison?”
He nodded. “And he put her other brother, Liam, in as head of the Irish mob in Connor’s place.”
“I’m guessing an alliance between the Russians and the Irish suited the plans of the arrogant Mr. Volkov much better,” she derided.
Casper chuckled. “You see, you know him already.”
Persy sobered. “I would still like to thank him for what he did to help avenge Violet’s murder.”
“Of course.”
“Thank you.”
He nodded. “Connor’s imprisonment and Liam’s elevation to boss of the Irish mob meant Brianna was then free to make her own choices.”
“She chose your brother,” she guessed.
“Yes,” he acknowledged gruffly. “How about you?”
“What about me?”
Casper moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue. “Are you going to choose me?”
