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My cock hardens again, and suddenly I’m starved for her like I was the first time when I took her innocence. But just as our kisses become ravenous, my phone vibrates on the nightstand.
No one has ever called me at this hour. It’s just after four in the morning.
A call at this hour is serious and needs to be answered whether I want to or not.
I pull away from Anastasia, who immediately looks worried when I grab the phone.
When I glance at the home screen and see it’s Zakh calling, I answer straight away and get off the bed.
“Hey,” I say first.
“Sorry to call so late. We got the guy who killed the dealer, and it seems like he’s the one who’s been watching us.”
“Who is he?”
“An asshole who works for the Triad. One of their trackers and assassins.”
“Triad?”
“Yes, looks like they’re involved somehow. He had pictures on his computer.” He pauses for a beat. “Pictures of you and Anastasia. And old pictures of your mother.”
My blood temperature rises then spikes. What the actual fuck? That doesn’t make any sense. “Where is he now?”
“We’re at the warehouse at the docks, in the back office. We’ve been trying to question him, but he’s not talking. Desmier, I think Viktor’s involved in some way, but this feels bigger.”
“I’m on my way.” I will get the fucker to talk. Why the fuck would this guy have pictures of my mother?
“See you when you get here.”
We hang up and I look at Anastasia.
“What’s happening? Where are you going at this time?” She looks freaked out.
“It’s alright. I have to go check something out.” I feel like a liar. Especially when I take my gun out of the nightstand drawer and she sees it.
“Desmier…”
“It’s okay. Please don’t worry. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
In the moonlight, her skin goes paler, and she feels cold when I touch her cheek and kiss her goodbye.
She watches me leave. Her worry stays with me even when I can’t see her anymore. As I rush down the stairs, I wonder just how much blood I’m going to get on my hands.
I’ll cover myself in it if it gets me the answers I need.
ChapterThirty-Nine
Desmier
Iwalk into the warehouse and find the back office.
Leo and Kill are standing by the large metal door.
Leo is nearly as tall as the door and looks like the typical Bratva man with tattoos covering his arms and neck. Kill is tall, too, but is more built and has elbow-length black hair with shaved sides. He reminds me of a Viking warrior, especially with the runes for death, war, protection, and justice tattooed on his neck and arms.
“We’re back here,” Leo says, motioning through the door.
“Is our new friend still functional?” They were still trying to interrogate the guy while I was on my way.
