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“What do you think I am? I don’t bite the hand that feeds me. Jesus.”
“Hanging up.”
“You’re not going to ask about the rumors?”
“Not interested in rumors.”
“It concerns your wife.”
My fingers stop tapping for a second before I resume. If I show Kirill even an ounce of interest, he’ll latch on to it like a mad dog.
He’s an opportunist—a ruthless one at that.
“Still not interested.” I sound bored, even to my own ears.
“Listen anyway and answer with yes or no.” The Russian noises get quieter as he speaks. “Mikhail told us that his wife saw Lia going into Sergei’s mansion all alone at night. Some say she’s betraying you by telling all your secrets to either Sergei or Rai. Some say she’s having an affair with someone there. Is any of that true?”
My jaw tenses. “No.”
“Really?” he drawls the word.
“You think I’d let her breathe another second if that were the case?”
“Right. You wouldn’t.” He pauses as noises erupt from the other end of the line. “My shipment is here.”
The beeping sound is the only thing I hear after he hangs up.
I remove the phone from my ear, tightening my hold on it until my knuckles turn white.
“Kolya. Yan. I need you to uncover all the rumors circulating about Lia. Start with digging into what Mikhail’s wife is spouting and move from there. Don’t leave any fucking thing out.”
“Yes, sir,” Kolya says.
I fix Yan with a stare when I don’t hear his confirmation. “You have a problem?”
He stares right back, his light eyes clashing with mine. “Aside from the problem you created,sir?”
“Yan!” Kolya glares at him because of his show of insubordinate behavior.
I dismiss my senior guard with a hand. “Let him continue. You seem to have a lot to say. Let’s hear it, Yan.”
He doesn’t even smooth his glare. “This is wrong and you know it, sir. Stop this madness.”
Kolya punches him in the face. “Shut up.”
The punch is so strong that Yan staggers backward, clutching his jaw and staring at Kolya with hurt mixed with anger. He thinks Kolya hit him to cause pain, but Yan is an idiot sometimes. He fails to realize that the ever so diplomatic Kolya went out of his way and punched him because that will lessen my reaction toward his insolence.
But even Kolya’s gesture won’t save Yan.
I stand up and my second-in-command tries to get in my way. “He won’t repeat it, sir.”
“Nice try, Kolya.” I tap his arm as I bypass him toward Yan and grab him by the shoulder.
My guard stands upright, a red bruise already forming on his cheek. I speak calmly, not letting my emotions get the best of me, even though he has many strikes to count. “Whose guard are you, Yan?”
“Yours.”
“Correct. Then why are you acting otherwise?”
