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“You can just bring it to her rooms, thanks,” I growl.
Harry drums his fingers together. “Quitelarge, sir.”
I sigh heavily. “Any idea what it is?” I try and wrack my brain. Over the last few nights, I’ve definitely splurged on her. There’s been more than a few nights with her asleep on my chest where I’ve done some expensive online shopping. Jewelry, lingerie… anything I think she might like. But I’m failing to remember anything big enough to worry Harry.
“Look, just bring it up. Grab some of the guys to help you if you need.”
“Of course, sir.”
Harry steps out and I sigh. I turn back to Dom. “Go ahead, Dom. You mentioned Pavel?”
The same Pavel who was just messaging Katrina. I snarl to myself. I reach into my pocket and touch her phone, which I’ve kept.
“We tailed him and bugged his car.” Dominic’s jaw tightens. “Sir, it’s bad.”
“How bad.”
“Multiple levels bad,” he groans. “Low level? He’s been meeting with the Sokolov family and the Ivanoviches behind Anton’s back.”
I frown. “What is he, jumping ship?”
“Could be. But that’s the least of the problem. It’s the least of who he’s been meeting with.”
“Tell me,” I growl.
Dominic leans forward. “Mr. Genovese, he’s been talking with two guys who we’ve previously tagged as undercover FBI.”
My brow shoots up. My temper flares. “Hold on. You’re saying Pavel is talking with the Feds?”
Dominic nods. “Yep. But sir…” he scowls. “We, uh… this is going to be strange to hear.”
“Try me.”
“We broke into his place to dig deeper.” He glances side to side.
“Just tell me, Dom.”
“Sir, I think he’s got a thing for Mrs. Genovese.”
I freeze. “What?”
“Not a healthy thing, either. Sir, he’s got pictures of her up all over his place. Candid shots, weird paintings. Shit like that.”
I snarl. “What the fuck?”
“I didn’t want to tell you this. But I just got confirmation on the intel about those FBI guys on the drive over here. It’s a bad combination, sir. This is Anton’s right hand guy. And he’s talking to other Bratva families behind Anton’s back, he’s obsessed with his boss’s niece, and now he’s talking to the fucking Feds.”
“Goddamnit,” I hiss. “We need to bring Anton into this.” I hate to do it, because I hate to do anything with the fucking Korolyov’s. But if this blows up in Anton’s house, it’s going to set mine on fire too.
Pavel wanted Katrina to plant listening devices. My first thought was a backstab by Anton. But now it seems he might be going rogue. I start to wonder what the fuck he’s after, and for who. Other Bratva families? The goddamn FBI?
I look up at Dominic. “You don’t know anyone who can read Russian, do you?”
He grins. “Actually, I do.”
“You do?”
He nods. “I’ve been taking lessons for a few months. Seems like we keep having to deal with them. Might as well know what they’re muttering about in meetings.”
