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Gulping, I whispered, “Mr. Fedorov.”
“Does your husband know you are with the McGregor Clan?”
“No, sir. These assholes took me from the clubhouse.”
“I see,” Maxim sighed, unbuttoning his black wool coat, before removing it and placing it around my shoulders. “Rurik, please tend to Mrs. Davenport. That cut on her head looks bad. Dmitri, please call Mercy and tell him we have his wife.”
“Hey!” Boston shouted. “That bitch is mine!”
Maxim replied, as if bored, “The woman you kidnapped is the wife of the Vice President of the Soulless Sinners. Now tell me, gentlemen. When you stole from me, did you honestly think I wouldn’t find you?”
I said nothing as Boston gulped, looking at his friends, all who looked like they were about to piss themselves.
Had to admit, I would too if I was facing the Bloodletter of New York City.
Few went up against him and lived.
“Boss, no one is picking up at the clubhouse,” Dmitri said, looking at his phone.
Maxim sighed, “I see.”
Taking a step forward, I addressed the head of the Russian Bratva, “Mr. Fedorov, these men broke into the compound and shot up the place. The clubhouse will be on lockdown until the coast is clear.”
“Thank you, my dear.”
Turning away from the men, Maxim walked over to me, offering me his arm. Taking it, I said nothing when he walked me out of the room I was in, only to find myself in an abandoned warehouse. “I would like to take this opportunity to thank you for sending me that email all those months ago. That was very kind of you.”
“It was my pleasure.”
“May I assume you no longer work for them?”
“No, sir. The second I realized what they were doing, I quit.”
“Smart woman. Now, about your husband. I am sure he is eager for your return.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”
“The man hasn’t been the same since you left, my dear.”
I flinched when I heard a door slam shut.
Looking over my shoulder, Maxim said, “I do apologize for this, Mrs. Davenport.”
“For what?”
In the next instant, I heard several gunshots.
Leading me out of the warehouse, Maxim escorted me over to one of three black Range Rovers. Helping me inside, he leaned against the door and added, “I’ve been looking for the McGregor Clan since you sent me that email. I want to thank you for your assistance in this matter. If there is anything I can do for you, all you need to do is ask. I am in your debt.”
Leaning back against the soft heated leather seats, I fiddled with my fingers as the thought of walking back into the clubhouse sent a shiver of dread down my spine.
While I wanted to know if Bane, Fury, and Vicious were okay, the thought of them telling Caleb my shameful truth didn’t sit well with me. He already hated me for leaving. This would only push him over the edge.
I knew he didn’t want me back. His actions spoke volumes.
Three years was a long time. Plenty of time to get over someone, not that I would. I would never get over him. Still, I couldn’t bear to see his false sympathy regarding me. I’d been back at the clubhouse for almost two months and in that time, I’d only seen him a few times.
Hell, I still hadn’t seen our daughter, which he made perfectly clear was not going to happen anytime soon.
