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Father: Kusma Petrova
18
Justin
Holyshit.
Sophia Banks was Aleks Petrova—the daughter of Kusma Petrova.Nothis wife.
Sophia Banks was a cover, a fake identity. One probably gifted to her by Black Cell before she came to the States.
A thousand thoughts ran through me at once.
This changed everything.
The story I’d been operating under was that Sophia (Aleks) was one of Kusma’s wives. I could use this to my advantage, assuming she hated being married to the bastard. But his daughter? That kind of allegiance was completely different. Blood is thicker than water—thicker than anything else. I knew that more than anyone.
Aleks’s random location made much more sense now. She’d been planted there by her father and tasked to recruit or head up a local chapter—probably in Anchorage. This made more sense than Kusma giving one of his random wives that kind of power.
Shit.
I felt slighted. Played. A fool.
Everything—the tears, the kiss—it was all an act.
“I don’t know where Kusma is.”
Bullshit.
I began pacing the kitchen, recalling Leo’s criminal profile for Kusma:
“... his strength is his IQ. He is extremely smart and cunning. He’s also charismatic ... manipulative.”
Like father, like daughter.
Heat rose up the back of my neck.
I needed to change my tactics, my plan, my interrogation technique. I needed to drop the kid gloves.
Then I stilled with an epiphany.
The fight at the diner ... could that have been a ruse? Premeditated? Orchestrated by her to make me feel sorry for her and go gentle on her? Did she know I was in town? Could she have seen me tailing her the night before?
I scrubbed my hands over my face. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so caught off guard on an op.
It washer.Her beauty, those eyes, that smile, that goddamn feeling she gave me.
Stewing, I shoved the cash into the bag and tucked everything else into my pocket. My gaze narrowed on the bathroom door.
Time to take off those kid gloves.
Hands balled into fists, I stalked across the room and banged on the door.
No answer.
I knocked again, louder, listening to the sound of the water hitting the shower wall.
No answer. I tried the knob ... it was locked.
