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“Remember when that man tried to kill you some time ago? We ran after him, accompanied by Damien and Kirill, but then we found him dead?”
“Yes.” I could never forget the only assassination attempt that my system failed to identify. Usually, I’d find the perpetrator and make an example out of them. Not that time, though. Not only the mercenary who was sent out to kill me was shot in the nape, but we also found evidence of someone removing the bullet from him.
“I have a premonition that the past will be repeated and the solution will be murdered before our eyes.”
“Since when have you become superstitious?”
“Since then.” His voice is hard, and while I know his concerns are genuine, I’m also certain that if I don’t take a step now, everything will fall like a house of cards.
“We’ll do the meeting on Igor's birthday.” I tap my fingers on the table. “We’ll make it seem normal. If I convince Lazlo Luciano to give us an in with his mayoral candidate, it’ll appease Sergei.”
“You can play your trump card.”
“No,” I say firmly.
“But it’s desperate times.”
“I said no, Kolya, and that’s final.”
He thins his lips but stops himself from spouting any more nonsense.
That’s one of Kolya’s best qualities. He knows when to stay quiet and when to talk.
My gaze slides back to the monitor as I notice some movement. Lia wraps her arms tightly around Jeremy to the point that he squirms awake. My entire body turns rigid and I’m about to go there until Jeremy breaks out in giggles as she tickles his stomach.
My body relaxes a little, but I keep watching them as she helps him put on his coat and wraps a scarf around his neck before she throws on her own coat and they head outside. I navigate through the hallway camera, then the stairs, following their every move.
Soon enough, they head to the gazebo in the garden. There’s a camera there, but I watch them through the window instead. I see Yan, who’s standing at a corner of the gazebo, posture relaxed but alert.
Jeremy and Lia are still struggling to build his war zone, or more like,she’s struggling. It’s the hundredth attempt, and Jeremy keeps bringing her one model after the other, wanting them all done.
Her brows draw together with concentration and she huffs a breath in frustration when it doesn’t work. She has absolutely no patience, which is why she manages to get herself a punishment—or few—every night. She still talks back and spouts things, even when she knows full well that it will get her in trouble. Sometimes, I see the regret, but other times, her expression says without words, ‘Fuck it, it’ll happen anyway, so why delay it?’
After a few failed attempts, Lia calls for Yan, who joins them. She motions at the bench, probably inviting him to sit, but he shakes his head once.
So she stands up, grabs him by the hand, and drags him to the seat beside her. Yan’s alert gaze meets mine through the window, and I’m about ready to go out there and beat him to a pulp.
I know it’s not his fault, that she did it, but my brain can’t look past her hand on his.Her hand is on his.
As if sensing my murderous plans, Yan swiftly pulls away, but that doesn’t extinguish the fire that’s burning holes in my chest.
Staring him down, I motion at him to get the fuck up, and he immediately starts to comply, but Lia places a hand on his knee, forcing him to stay.
That’s it. I’m going to kill him.
I tilt my head to the side and motion at him to leave. In that moment, Lia turns around and faces me, her eyes narrowed and lips pursed, then she mouths, “Stop it.”
Me, stop it?
I retrieve my phone and type her a text.
Adrian:Get in here.
She stares at her screen for a second, her lips pursing further before she types back at rapid-fire speed.
Lia:No. I’m playing with Jeremy.
Adrian:That’s three, Lenochka.
