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“Don’t remind me,” Maxim growled, downing another scotch before grabbing another as a waitress walked past.
“What would your sister, our mother, say?” Layla challenged.
Maxim growled. “Don’t you ever mention my sister in my presence again, girl. You know nothing about her. So, watch yourself, Mrs. Valentinetti.”
Giovanni sneered, moving Layla behind him. “Apologize to my wife right now, Fedorov.”
“Fuck you,” Maxim chuckled, before disappearing into the crowd. Watching him go, a tiny part of me wanted to go after him. I saw the hurt in his eyes when Layla mentioned his sister. Maxim never talked about Dominika, but I knew he loved her deeply. Her death disturbed him profoundly.
“Fucking Russian prick,” I heard my brother lowly curse.
“What is his problem?” Layla asked.
“Ignore him,Tesoro. He will never change.”
“And to think I thought my family had problems,” Montana chuckled, walking over, quickly kissing my cheek. “Hey, beautiful. Delightful party.”
“Thank you,” I muttered, looking once more at Maxim’s retreating figure.
“Come on, Illyria,” Montana said, offering me his arm. “It looks like I’m your chaperone until the Bloodletter returns. Just let him cool off. Besides, you have more guests to greet. So, let’s get this torture over so we can party.”
Taking his arm, I allowed Montana Stone to lead me deeper into the club. We only made it a few steps when Montana stopped dead in his tracks as he stared blankly through the crowd.
“What is it?”
“It can’t be?”
“What?”
“Largo.”
Looking around the club, I spotted the woman Montana had laid eyes on. Largo Davenport was the former wife of Caleb ‘Mercy’ Davenport, the Vice President of the Soulless Sinners. Mercy adored his wife until she got up and left him a few years ago, taking their daughter with her. Soon after, she served him with divorce papers. Their divorce rocked society to their core. To make matters worse, I recently learned that Largo gave up custody of their daughter Sophia without notice. I knew Largo, and I knew she worshiped Mercy and loved her daughter dearly. So, it made no sense why she ended everything. Still beautiful as ever, Largo hadn’t changed since the last time I saw her. In fact, she was more beautiful with her long dark brown hair flowing in waves down her back and curvy body. The woman was a knockout.
She turned heads wherever she went.
“I thought she divorced Mercy a few years ago?”
“She did.”
“What is she doing here? Mercy is going to fucking flip,” I muttered, looking around for the Soulless Sinner.
“I don’t know, but I’m going to find out. Stay here,” Montana said, making a beeline for the woman. Heading back to my brother and sister-in-law, I walked straight into a firm chest.
“Mrs. Fedorov.”
Looking up, as icy fear rushed through my veins as I stared at the very man behind all my problems.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Maxim
Taking a seat at the bar, I ordered another scotch, telling the bartender to leave the bottle. I fucking hated these events. If I didn’t have to be here, I would fucking leave immediately.
Everyone here was so fake it made my skin crawl.
None of these people gave a damn about anything but their own wallets. Fucking society pricks. What the hell would they know about struggles, blood, or death? They lived their privileged lives and didn’t give two fucks about the life that happened around them. As long as they had their fancy house, fast cars and cash in the bank, they were content.
They’d shit themselves if I showed them what real life was like.
