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“You don’t sound like a blushing bride. What’s wrong? Do I need to pay Dmitri a visit?”
“No.”
I sink to my knees next to the guy who never made it farther than the foyer before I managed to put a bullet in his brain and search his pockets. Gum, cigarettes, lighter, wallet. But no phone. I check his wrists. No fucking watch, either.
I hope that means there’s no tracking device on him.
“That doesn’t sound convincing.”
“I don’t know, I guess I just need someone to talk to. Wedding planning has been crazy, and I feel overwhelmed.”
I walk back to the safe room and dig through thug number two’s pockets next, my fingers eventually closing on a phone. I turn it on and hold it up at the guy’s unrecognizable features to see if facial recognition will work.
It doesn’t.
I grit my teeth.
There might be a GPS tracker on the phone, but if I smash the shit out of it, I lose any data that might help me figure out who the hell was behind the attack.
My brother Nikolai can help me hack the damn thing. I know enough about technology to use apps that help me get from point A to point B, to send texts, and to DoorDash, but not much more than that. I lived for five long years without any type of device and managed to survive. So it’s good to have my own personal in-house tech support geek. He’s discreet, and he hates Dima almost as much as I do.
“So come over. And bring Nik with you. I need him and I can’t leave Natasha.”
“I haven’t seen him in a couple of days, so if you need him that badly, you should call him yourself.” She pauses. “Tell me about the princess. What’s she like?”
Christ, that’s a loaded question.
I can’t exactly tell my baby sister that I’ve fucked Natasha six ways from Sunday in my mind every day for the past two months.
I can’t admit to stalking her daily and watching her every move, sometimes getting so close that we breathed the same air.
And I definitely will never admit to my obsession with Dima’s fiancée.
I will swear up and down like the liar I am that it’s not the truth.
“She’s, um, kind of like you. She’s got a smart-ass mouth and doesn’t take shit. You’d probably like her.”
“Then I definitely want to meet her.” Valentina pauses. “And I miss you, too. You’ve been so detached lately. I feel like you’re being secretive about something, and I want to know what it is.”
“If I was being secretive, wouldn’t that mean I don’t want anyone to know the reason why?”
“Well, yeah, but I’m not just anyone.” She giggles. “I’m your favorite sister.”
“Eh. You’re just the lesser of all the evils.”
“Whatever. I’ll take it. Tomorrow?”
“The wedding is coming up pretty soon. You don’t have a million things to do with Mom?”
“I always fit in time for my best brother.”
“And you’re sure I don’t need to kick Dmitri’s ass?”
“Quite. I am perfectly capable of kicking it myself.”
I let out a snort of laughter. “I know you are. Okay, tomorrow.”
“Love you.”
