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“How can you be sure?”
“Everybody in the unit had a specialty. I was usually sent in when there was a need to clear a place of multiple hostiles. Az handled undercover missions, and when they needed someone dead without raising suspicion it was a hit. His favorite technique was burning things so thoroughly that the forensics team couldn’t find shit.”
“Do you think he’s still alive?”
Sergei smiles. “Az is extremely hard to kill. He’s alive.”
We’re just entering the house when Sergei’s phone rings. The moment he looks at the screen and sees the number of the caller, his posture changes from relaxed to rigid. His arm comes around my waist, pressing me into his side as he lifts the phone to his ear.
“Diego,” he says, and I stiffen. “What can I do for you?”
I can’t hear Diego’s reply, but from the way Sergei’s arm around my middle relaxes, it’s nothing bad. I exhale. For a moment, I was afraid he somehow found out where I am.
“Alright. Tonight, at ten. I’ll send you the coordinates.” Sergei cuts the call, “I’m meeting Diego’s men tonight. Too bad he’s not coming.”
“He would never risk coming to the States personally,” I say. “Do you think he knows I’m here?”
“I doubt it. He would have insinuated something if he did.” He lowers his head and places a kiss on my cheek. “Don’t worry, I’m ending that son of a bitch the moment an opportunity arises.”
“Sergei, no.” I grab his hand and turn him toward me. “He has too many allies. If you do anything to Diego, one of them will kill you.”
“They can try.” He smiles, but it’s not a smile I’m accustomed to seeing on him. It’s calculated and chilling. A smile of a predator who has his prey in his sights.
* * *
Every time I see Sergei in a suit, I’m amazed at the transformation. Gone is the scary-looking guy with disheveled hair and covered in ink. In his place, stands a businessman, someone who could pass as a company CEO or a politician.
I brush the nonexistent speck of dust from his jacket. “Where are you meeting Diego’s men?”
“In one of the warehouses. Pasha won’t let me use the clubs anymore.”
“Why not?”
“I made a bit of a mess last time.”
“What? You got drunk or something?”
He laughs. “I never drink, baby. I’m already crazy as it is.”
“No.” I press the tip of my finger over his lips. “You are not crazy. And I want you to stop saying that,” I chide, and the corners of his lips lift like I’ve said something funny. “Wake me up when you come back, okay?”
“I won’t be back before two or three. Diego’s men like to talk.”
“Doesn’t matter.” I rise up on my toes to lightly kiss his lips, but he wraps a hand around my back and presses me against his body, then attacks my mouth.
Behind me, Felix clears his throat. “Sergei. You’ll be late,” he says.
“Fuck you, Albert,” Sergei mumbles into my mouth, then resumes devouring my lips for five more minutes. He brushes my cheek with the back of his hand before he leaves.
“Were there more episodes?” Felix asks the moment Sergei closes the door behind him.
“No. Not during the past couple of weeks.”
“Good.” He walks toward the cupboard beside the fridge and pulls out his laptop. He carries it to the dining table and starts connecting cables.
“Do you plan on watching the meeting?”
“Yes.” He nods. “There are two cameras in the north warehouse.”
