Read The Bratva’s Secret Heir Online Free by Leona White

From farther down the corridor, Cara calls, “It also means stay out of biting range.”

Lidiya offers her hand again. “Your mother will find you when she’s finished.”

Misha studies me, picks up the yellow car, then slips his fingers into hers. “Don’t make Mama mad,” he orders.

“I won’t,” I tell him. “Promise.”

He accepts that and follows Lidiya. Mikhail falls into step beside him and points at the battered yellow race car. “Does that one have a name?”

I turn toward the inner hall. “Come with me.”

Vera folds her arms and plants her feet. “Ask.”

I glance back at her. “Vera, will you come to my office before I have to discuss murder in front of the fruit bowl?”

She follows without another word.

As we walk, her attention moves between my face and my stride. I make each turn without reaching for the wall. She can’t stop being a doctor, even while she’s angry.

Once she crosses the threshold of my office, I close the door.

“Sit down.” I point to the chair across from my desk.

Vera remains standing with her arms folded. “Talk.”

I lower myself behind the desk and place both hands beside the photographs. “Marina is dead.”

The blood drains from her face. “No.” She looks at the photograph instead of me.

“A traffic patrol found her car beneath a railway overpass. Dmitri’s team identified her before the police did.” I turn the first photograph facedown. “Someone injected her, staged an overdose, and removed her hospital identification.”

Vera shakes her head once. “She missed the handover.” She reaches for her phone. “I called the hospital.”

“She tried to call you last night.” I slide the record across the desk.

Her hand stills above the page.

“The first call went unanswered.”