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He stayed on his side of the city, and I stayed on mine.
On the rare occasion we worked together, it was quick and neat. The only time we were forced to interact was if we both attended a societal party, dinner or a ball. Civility and all that shit.
Other than that, I didn’t think twice about the man.
“You have something of mine, Maxim.”
“And what might that be?”
“My wife.”
Silence.
Dead Silence.
“You must be mistaken, Montana. I don’t mess with wives or children. Honor amongst gentlemen and all that.”
“Then explain to me why my wife is in one of your whorehouses on pier eighty-three?”
“I’m sorry, my friend, but I sold those warehouses months ago.”
“Who owns them now?”
Maxim chuckled. “Illyria Valentinetti.”
I had heard rumors of someone buying up off several of Maxim’s businesses but thought nothing of it. The Russian bloodletter was always making someone angry.
If Illyria Valentinetti was shopping, that meant only one thing.
The motherfucker pissed her off.
There was a story there and I, for one, was dying to know what happened this time, but now was not the time. I needed to get Tessa out of that place fast. Then I was going to have a nice, long conversation with Illyria about her properties.
“You’re the closest Bloodletter. Feel like helping me out and pissing off your woman even more?”
Maxim laughed devilishly. “Thought you’d never ask.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Montana. I’ve scheduled the warehouses for demolition in two weeks because I want those places torn down and used for scrap metal, so I can shove them up Maxim’s ass. The company I hired for security has assured me they are empty” Illyria said, frustrated.
“Well, I’m standing on pier eighty-three looking right at warehouse nine and there are people moving in and out of it.”
“Shit,” she sighed. “Do what you have to, Montana. You have the backing of my family. I’m catching a flight and will be in the city by nightfall. Burn the place to the ground if you must, preferably with the Russian bastard in it. If not, I’ll find another way to get even with the fucking son of a bitch Russian asshat.”
Hanging up the phone, I looked at Maxim, who was grinning from ear to ear.
“Just what in the hell did you do to her this time, Maxim?”
The big Russian shrugged. “Her Italian blood boils hot.”
“After I get my woman back, you and I are going to sit down and have a long conversation about pissing off Illyria Valentinetti. She is one woman you never want to cross.”
Maxim said nothing as we both checked our weapons before moving towards the warehouse.
Chapter Fifteen
Tessa
A muffled voice penetrated my pounding head. Whatever that asshole injected me with was making me sick to my stomach. I knew I had a concussion from that officer asshole, but coupled with the drug, my body felt heavy, listless and the surrounding noise wasn’t making it any better.
