Page 58 of Where the Wind Whispers

“Everybody in this business has a bit of affiliation to New York in one way or another. It’s good to know where everybody is,” Caesar explained.

She supposed that made sense.

It wasn’t long before the border between Lower Brooklyn and the streets that turned off into Brighton Beach were in sight.

And so were a line of cars.

Caesar swore under his breath. “Maybe I should have let you do what you wanted.”

Violet wasn’t really listening.

She was too busy staring at the man who was getting out of the familiar Porsche at the very front of the line of cars.

Kaz.

He was walking toward their oncoming vehicle before Caesar had even pulled over to the curb. He barely had the car in park before Kaz was at Violet’s door, yanking it open and pulling her out of the vehicle without a word. Kaz’s arm snaked around her side, pulling her farther away from the car yet keeping her impossibly close to him at the same time.

She fisted the side of his jacket, her fingers aching from how hard she was holding onto him. He smelled like home.

And that was fucking heaven to her.

Violet shivered when Kaz’s mouth brushed across her cheek and then her ear gently as he murmured, “Go to my car, krasivaya.”

She did as he asked, though it hurt to let him go and she wanted him to go with her.

Violet leaned back into the car, looking at Caesar. “Thank you.”

Even if he was a bastard, he wasn’t entirely bad.

She didn’t get to hear Caesar’s reply, as Kaz pulled her away from the car and leaned in himself. She heard him loud and clear as Ruslan came up to pull her away.

“And who the fuck are you, huh?” Kaz demanded.

“Well …”

“Cut the shit,” her husband barked, “or you won’t even get the chance to turn this car back around.”

“I was the intended for your wife, but that didn’t appeal to me all that much,” Caesar muttered.

Violet had a feeling this was going to end badly.

Kaz didn’t have the patience for bullshit.

Caesar liked to stir shit up.

It was just bad all around.

“Intended what?” Kaz asked sharply.

“You should go tell Kaz it’s okay,” Violet said to Ruslan. “Caesar is decent.”

Her brother-in-law just shrugged his large shoulders as if he didn’t give a fuck either way.

“Rus!”

Nope.

Nothing.