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“I need to speak to them,” I say.
Grish nods his head once. “Figured you would, that’s why we came straight here. We wanted to see them for ourselves, make sure it was who we were looking for, then we came here.”
Standing, I lift my hand and run my fingers through my hair. “I was not expecting to deal with this today,” I say on a chuckle.
“Your woman here?” Danill asks.
Nodding my head, I look behind me, my eyes narrowing on the hallway and see her standing there, pressed as flat against the wall as she can get. I almost smile at her but decide against it. She’s heard everything. She knows her parents are here, and there is no way I’m going to be able to handle this without her knowing.
“Isa,” I call out. “Come here.”
She takes one step toward me, then another, until she’s standing in front of me, Danill, and Grisha, wearing nothing other than my shirt from last night. I introduce her to the men, then tell her to go and get dressed. That I’ll take her to see them.
Like a woman who has been taught to know her place, she doesn’t argue with me or ask any questions in front of my associates. Instead, she dips her chin, then turns around and walks swiftly up to our bedroom.
“She looks exactly like the sister. They could be twins,” Danill mutters.
“Speaking of the sister, I’m going to call Panas. They were together before she was taken to Florida.”
“Fuck, there is a lot going on with this family,” Grisha mutters. I know nothing yet, but thankfully Grisha starts to tell me quickly before Isabel comes back. “The father sold off Isabel for cash and a promotion. They moved to Florida and spent everything on houses, cars, and clothes. They have fucking nothing to show for selling off their oldest daughter. His promotion wasn’t much,” he says.
Danill snorts. “No shit, it wasn’t much. He took a promotion as anObshchak. He’s a bookmaker, collecting money and shit and handing it to his Pakhan. This is not something that I would ever sell my child for. But it was apparently enough for him. Also, he has tried to skim off of the top and has been caught. Us taking him away actually saved his neck, Nikita was just made aware and issued the order to end him.”
“Jesus Christ,” I hiss. “The children?” I ask.
“The boy is aBoyevik. So far, seems to do as he’s told. Doesn’t step out of line that I know of. But his father is who he is, so I’m not sure how much of that is inside of him. Only time will tell. I hate to put the sins of the father onto the child, but this is where we are. Though, he moved out at the age of seventeen and hasn’t lived at home since,” Grisha says.
“The girl?” I ask, thinking of Panas.
“She is twenty years old. She does not live at home, a job I could not find. No man that I’m aware of. I didn’t look too deep, but she is there to ask as many questions as you wish of her,” Danill murmurs.
“Do I dare ask about the mother?”
“Let me guess,” Isabel says, her voice carrying down the stairs. “My mother thoroughly enjoyed spending every last dime that she was given for my body. It’s probably all gone, but she acts as if she is famous or something. She is dressed to the nines every day, dripping in diamonds, her hair always done, as are her nails, and she’s probably had a boatload of plastic surgery.”
Danill and Grisha give one another knowing glances, then shift their attention to Isabel who is now standing behind the sofa where I’m sitting. Danill nods, then stands to his feet.
“Your description is correct. I’m Danill. This is Grisha, and we’d be more than happy to take you to them.”
Turning my head, I look back at Isabel, whose expression is unreadable. She nods her head once, then clears her throat and takes a step backward.
“I would like to ask them a few questions,” she says, her voice soft and almost too sweet. She’s nervous, it’s just hit her that her entire family has been brought in.
“We’ll be just outside when you’re ready to go,” Grisha murmurs.
I watch as they leave, giving us a moment of privacy. Standing to my feet, I turn around and look at her. She’s just a few feet away, physically, but her mind is somewhere else. Her thoughts have traveled back six years ago in time and she’s thinking about the last time that she saw them.
Moving around the sofa, I make my way toward her, lifting my hands, I cup her cheeks as I look down into her eyes.
“You are not sixteen anymore,luchik.They have no control over you, they have no power over you, not unless you give that to them.”
“I know,” she whispers as her eyes focus and find mine. “I know.”
“Ask your questions, find your answers, and then let them deal with them. Let me take care of you,” I say.
She nods her head, though the move is more of a jerk, then she shifts forward, and her mouth touches mine. “I love you, Ruslan. I know that you were brought into my life for a reason, and I can’t believe you’re real.”
I snort, lifting my mouth from hers and giving her a smile as I look into her eyes. “Yeah,” I say softly. “I am no prince.”
“Oh, believe me, I know that,” she says on a small laugh. “But you are everything that I’ve always needed.”
I can’t respond to that. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted. Ever. I didn’t think that I could have someone like her in my life, then she just appeared. It was meant to be, even if she wasn’t technically free. I would do it all over again, though I would make sure that Azar was tortured to the extent that he deserved.
