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I think Dante secretly wants to check on Mia for himself. He was the one to untie her when she was found captive. That car ride with Angelo back to Fortress must have been interesting, probably almost as good as the car ride I had with Katiya. Although at least Mia wasn’t kicking and screaming.
It’s not a good feeling to know she was tied up for all that time. Those marks on her wrists may eventually fade, but the scars will remain forever.
“You two going to get any work done?” I say as I get out of the car and see Fynn and Jonas both standing around, drinking coffee.
Enzo looks at least like he’s doing something, overlooking a scroll of plans as I round the side of the building and walk up the steps toward them.
“We just stepped out this minute,” Jonas says, stomping out his cigarette with his steel cap.
I see he’s taken up the habit again. “That shit will kill you, haven’t you heard?” I tell him.
“Gotta die of something.” Jonas shrugs.
I shake my head. Several years separate Jonas and me; he’s a year younger than Fynn and Dante. Except for some days, I wonder if he will ever truly grow up. Maybe when he hits thirty, who knows.
“I could think of better ways,” Enzo says, shoulder-bumping me in greeting as I walk up. “You okay, man?” he asks.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Why the fuck does everyone keep asking me that?
“Angelo says the princess got off all right last night.” Enzo rolls up the plans into a cylinder and looks at me.
I do a double take to realize what he means.For fucks sake. The last thing I need to be thinking of right now is Katiya getting off.
“Yeah, she’s fine.” I shrug like it was a piece of cake.
Thank God none of them can read minds. I’m still trying to master my body language around them, and it’s fucking harder than I thought.
“Pain in the royal ass more like,” Jonas quips. “How’d you go this long with her anyway? You’ve been keeping pretty quiet about it. What did you do, lock her in the tower?”
They all laugh like idiots.
“Very funny, asshole. There is nothing to say. I’ve been here most of the fucking week. I had Maurice and Clary at home and Rocco making sure she didn’t try to escape.” All fucking lies.
“Was it more like a case of ‘Dungeons and Dragons’?” Fynn laughs like he’s totally hilarious, and Jonas, being Jonas, also finds it equally amusing.
I tell him to fuck off because it’s all I have.
Enzo gives me a look.
“One thing I do know is that Russian women are no different from any others. They’re all a pain in the ass,” I add, for his benefit.
“Now, that I agree with.” Fynn nods. “Trying to keep that wayward sister of ours under control while all this shit was going down, I got no fucking thanks for that either.”
“For doing your job?” I roll my eyes. He’s still pissed about having to watch Ma and Valentina while we were under lockdown when Mia and Katiya were rescued, and Angelo was presumed dead.
Fynn made no secret he wanted to kick some ass along with us, but someone had to watch out for the girls, and he drew the short straw.
“Yeah, yeah.” He shakes his head. He knows as well as I do that it’s an important job, looking out for the women. If anything were to happen to them ….
“Tell us more about the Russian princess?” Jonas pipes up while taking a swig of coffee.
My God, does he ever not have a woman on the brain? Plus, I’m not happy it’s my little Russian he’s thinking about.
It makes me want to throat punch him.
“There’s nothing to tell,” I say through gritted teeth, eyeballing him.
“You didn’t get anything out of her, about what the Petrovs are up to?”
