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Chapter Fourteen

Sasha had been in surgery for six hours. She’d been hit by two bullets, and one had grazed her kidney. The doctor had spent what had felt like an eternity explaining her injuries to me.

Now, I was sitting in Sasha’s room waiting to hear if she would pull through.

“Where’s my daughter!” a loud screeching voice called out. “If someone does not tell me right now, I swear that I will get every single one of you fired.”

I sighed getting up from the chair I had been sitting in for the last five hours. I’d only moved to take a call from my brother.

As I walked out, I spotted Katarina Petrov screaming at a nurse. Her blonde hair, which was so much like Sasha’s was sleek, and she was dressed in her usual designer clothing. For some reason, I found it odd that she was so put together considering that her daughter was in surgery fighting for her life.

“I’m sorry ma’am, but we can’t give that information out,” the nurse said. Her tone was cordial, as if she had seen worse.

Unfortunately for her, Katarina Petrov was a mafia wife who was used to getting what she wanted, and right now, she looked like she wanted to scratch the nurses’ eyes out.

“Katarina,” I barked out.

Katarina’s blonde head snapped towards me, and I immediately knew that I was going to be the next receiver of her anger.

“You!” she yelled. She was pointing a finger at me and storming down the hallway. Her heels were tapping against the floor as she walked quickly towards me. I tried not to roll my eyes. “This is all your fault.”

I looked up and down the hallway. “Come inside the room,” I ordered. We didn’t need people overhearing whatever she was about to accuse me of doing. It had been challenging enough to deal with the cops without causing any of them suspicion.

“Where is my daughter?” she asked. She looked all around, but as I watched her, I noticed that her eyes were just as dead as they always seemed. Katarina Petrov was well-known for being cold and heartless, and something about her screaming felt like the performance of an upset mother instead of something legitimate.

“She’s in surgery,” I told her. “Come inside.”

“In surgery?”

I nodded as I ushered her into the room before shutting the door. The nurses were looking at us, and I knew they would probably have their ears pressed to the door. People were already asking questions about how someone like Sasha ended up shot and bleeding out.

“She was shot,” I said, “which I told you on the phone.”

I had called the Petrov’s after I dealt with the cops. That had been nearly five hours ago.

“How did that happen?” Katarina asked.

“Where have you been?” I asked. “She’s been in surgery for hours.”

Katarina immediately dropped the concerned mother act, and she became the ice Queen I suspected she really was. “I was at the spa,” she said. “I didn’t get the message right away.”

Her excuse wasn’t cutting it for me.

“Where’s your husband?” I asked. “I called him too.” I wanted some assurance that the Petrov’s had nothing to do with what had happened. I couldn’t help the guilt that was eating away at me.

Had Petrov been trying to gun me down because of how I had backed him into a corner? I was pretty positive that Lorenzo wouldn’t have allowed a Petrov to slip their way into his daughter’s wedding. The shooter had been inside of the party, which is why I suspected that the hit was specific to Sasha.

“He’s in a meeting,” Katarina said. “I didn’t want to disturb him.”

I snorted. “Your daughter might die, but I’m sure his meetings take precedent.”

I was starting to learn more about Sasha. She hadn’t just been sheltered, it seemed that she was also ignored.

“You are responsible for Sasha’s well-being,” Katarina sneered. “This would never have happened if you weren’t so incompetent.”

“Or it wouldn’t have happened if your husband hadn’t ordered a hit on me.” I watched Katarina closely to see how she would react to my words. She didn’t even flinch at my words. I don’t know if I expected her to. Katarina had been the daughter of the last Pakhan, and rumor had it that she was even more vicious than her husband.

“Isaac would never put Sasha in any sort of danger,” she said. There was a note of irritation in her voice. It was the first real emotion that I had seen from her, and I found it particularly interesting. “You should know that by now. Isn’t that what you used to sneak territory out from under him.”

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