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Rodian: See you later, moya krasavitsa. I love you.

Anastasia: Be safe. Love you!

Tucking my phone away, I rest my elbow on the door and rub over my beard that’s in desperate need of a trim.

“Constantin is sending through another order,” I mention to my underboss. “I think he’s getting ready for some serious action.”

“He didn’t tell you what?”

I shake my head. “No. The man is a closed book.”

“At least the relationship between you and Atanas is going well. How are things with Devran and Ryo?”

“There hasn’t been an opportunity to talk to them. I’m thinking of organizing a get-together, but it’s difficult with us all in different countries.”

“It’s worth a try.”

My thoughts turn to the alliance and the meeting I have with them all tomorrow morning while Anastasia will be out shopping.

I have to check how I can start using the others’ services. If I’m the only one making money, it won’t strengthen the bonds that took me so fucking long to establish.

“Have you heard back from Zubkov, Yeltsin, and Popov?”

Nodding, I look at Andrei. “Killing Sokolov and marrying Anastasia has made them all fall in line.”

“Did you check with Rosie or Tim to keep tabs on them?” he asks.

“Yes. The three are going about business as usual. Nothing out of place.”

“That’s good.”

“Yeah.”

Andrei parks the Rolls-Royce in the usual spot, and getting out, we walk into the bar and head straight to the back where my office is.

Getting to work, checking sites and possible business contacts, time flies by, and only when we hear the bell for the last round of drinks do I realize it’s two am.

“Blyadʹ! Anastasia is going to skin me alive,” I mutter as I shove my chair back.

Andrei grabs his coat, and shrugging it on, he says, “Sorry, I should’ve kept an eye on the time.”

Hoping she’s not waiting up like she usually does, I rush out of the office so I can get my ass home.

CHAPTER 25

Anastasia

Going out with Andrei guarding me feels a little weird, but I totally understand why.

It’s just... the man is next-level quiet and gives off one heck of an intense vibe that makes the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

He is Rodian’s best friend and the underboss. Rodian wouldn’t leave you alone with him if he didn’t trust him.

I glance up and down the street so I can cross to the other side, but Andrei takes hold of my elbow and practically grumbles, “Wait.”

Looking up at his face, I notice he’s staring at something, and following his line of sight, I see a guy on a bicycle weaving on and off the sidewalk.

I would’ve walked right into his path.