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“What else, Papa? What contract are you referring to?”
“You. They’ll hurt you. Take you. Never wanted you hurt,” he struggled to say, his voice getting softer. “Go. He’ll… keep… you… safe. Sevastian would die for you.”
Oh, my God. This was crazy. The bastard had used me as a pawn in a terrible game of retaliation. I was sick at my stomach, barely able to keep control of my emotions. I had to talk to Sevastian.
“Why? Why did you do this?” I heard the utter demand in my shaking voice. “You sold me to someone else?”
I couldn’t stop the tears or the horror that shifted into my system.
“Not intentionally. A lie.”
I backed away, trying desperately to catch my breath. Were my brothers in on this? Was this all some horrible conspiracy? Get someone else to kill Sevastian. Hell, may a few other Kozlov family members.
“Sevastian will kill you for this, Father.” I backed away, the horror of what he’d done smashing into my mind, my system. Everything.
“Listen.”
“I’m not listening any longer.” The fucking monitors were beeping as his heartrate went up. What the hell did I care?
“No, tell Sevastian.”
“Tell him what, that you sold me a second time? That will go over well.”
God! I wanted to hate him, to toss him out of my life, but as I noticed the tears in his eyes, I couldn’t feel anything else but love.
“Listen. DEA,” he muttered, his eyes briefly closing. “Donahue.”
It was only a matter of time before a nurse came rushing into the room. “What are you trying to tell me?”
He was rambling, obviously under the influence of drugs. What did the senator have to do with this?
“Talk to me!” I demanded, moving closer once again, determined to get the truth out of him.
His eyes snapped open again. “Donahue is a sick man. I had him under control.” I knew that code well enough. Whatever my father had on the senator preempted his disgust for the man. Even I knew blackmail with a politician or member of law enforcement had its benefits.
“What does this have to do with anything?” Damn it. He had to keep going.
“Agent. Inside. Bratva.”
Nothing was making any sense.
Then I realized what he was doing, making a peace offering to Sevastian. He knew who the agent was inside the Bratva organization. I leaned over. “Tell me the man’s name. Tell me!”
The beeping increased, other noises going off.
When he whispered the name, I had to think about what he was saying.
Suddenly, the door was thrown open, several nurses rushing inside.
“Miss, you’re going to need to move. Please move!”
I backed away, barely registering what was happening, every sound an extreme echo. He’d played a vicious game of Russian roulette and lost.
Barely able to breathe, I managed to stumble out of the room as another group of medical professionals rushed toward my father’s room. I continued backing away from them, unable to think clearly. I needed air. Water. Something. I turned and fled, racing into the stairwell. I wanted to get as far away as possible.
I bolted out, searching for a bathroom. Some private time. As I ran, still searching, I pulled out my phone, pressing his number.
“Come on. Come on.”
