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“She’s never pried into my personal affairs,” I said mildly, half-absently, finding myself praying that this whole thing was some kind of horribly ironic coincidence. Yes, we were dealing with a mole, but Olivia had gone out of her way to avoid asking for any specifics about what I did, hadn’t she?
But then I caught myself.
The auction.
Yes, news of it had been public, but my name hadn’t been attached to it. So how had El Luchador and his group learned that I would be there in person?
She didn’t need to pry into my affairs to pass on information about that.
I set my coffee mug down, mind racing. Boris watched, a strange look of guilt on his face. “Look, I know you like the girl, but—”
“Quiet,” I snapped, propping my head on one hand as I struggled to focus. She risked her life and future safety of her son—our son—to get me out of that situation. Or did she simply do that to get further in under my guard?
Olivia didn’t seem to have a manipulative bone in her body. And if she had been manipulating me all along why had she vanished for the better part of four years.
But maybe it was circumstantial. Maybe she hadn’t planned from the start to get to me, but made opportunistic moves now that I’d willingly waltzed back into her life.
Or maybe she didn’t know anything about this at all.
“You’re absolutely sure of this?”
“I had one of our computer guys dig up their social media.” He handed over some printed photos, and my heart sank.
Olivia with Anna and my son. Olivia at a barbecue with Anna and Luis. Warm, friendly, hugging like family. I wasn’t sure how I envisioned him. He’d managed to keep a low profile for years, but he just looked like a regular guy.
El Luchador—Luis, the man who had just nearly had me killed, hoisting my son onto his shoulders while Olivia, grinning, planted a friendly kiss on his cheek.
I felt my blood start to boil.
“Look, I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news—” Boris started, but I shot him a look that silenced him. Fear flickered in his eyes.
“I agree with you that this can’t be a coincidence,” I said carefully. “I’ll let you know once I’ve decided on a course of action.”
“You’re not going to just kill the bitch for shilling you?”
I suddenly and purely wanted to kill Boris for talking about my woman in that way.I barely managed to restrain myself, but he must have seen the anger in my eyes because he set down his coffee and looked ready to bolt from his chair.
“No,” I said in a wintry tone. “I will investigate her involvement with the Pueblo and with Luis. Once I am certain, I will act accordingly. But I’m not going to run off like Othello on someone else’s say-so.”
“Even me?” He looked hurt as well as nervous now.
“Even you. The woman is defenseless and the mother of my child. I will not do anything to harm her unless I am left with no choice.”
He closed his eyes and shook his head, and when his eyes opened again, I saw something unexpected.
Anger.
“I can’t believe you,” he snapped. “I brought you hard evidence that this woman’s been making a fool of you all along, rubbing shoulders with people who want you dead!”
“The second part is certainly true,” I said, reining in my growing anger as best I could. “The first, I do not know yet. She’s shown no signs—”
“She’s betrayed you, Viktor! God, will you just stop thinking with your cock for five seconds?”
I took in a deep, solid breath through my nose and fought to remain calm. “When have you known me to act rashly? I am not thinking with my cock. You, however, are acting on emotions and alcohol. Again.”
“I’m trying to help you!”
There was frustration in his voice, but I was quickly losing patience for his disrespect. “Boris.”
