LOGINI headed upstairs, already irritated and ready to throw her over my shoulder and throw her out. I opened the door to my room and found her sprawled across my bed in nothing but black lingerie, one leg bent slightly as she looked up at me with a smile.I stopped in the doorway. “What the fuck are you doing here?”Her smile widened. “Waiting for you.”My eyes narrowed. “I didn’t call you. You wait for me to call you. That’s the deal.”She sat up, smoothing a hand over her hair. “I know, but I missed you.”I stared at her. “Bitch. You got a man at home.”She frowned, as if that didn’t mean anything. “And?”This wasn’t supposed to be complicated. She’s in an open marriage, which is fine by me. It meant she could never get clingy. Guess I was wrong.I put my hands on my hips and glared at her. “You need to leave. And never come back.”Her expression shifted, and she looked me over. “You’re serious?”“Very.”She crossed her arms over her chest. “You usually don’t complain when I
The question seemed to catch them off guard. They both just stared at me, not knowing what to say. Then Tyler leaned farther back against the wall as if trying to seem nonchalant. It made me want to laugh.“We have nothing to say,” he replied. “You have no right to question me without a lawyer present.”My eyes shot up. “Your name is Tyler Grant, right?”He snorted and rolled his eyes.I pulled a chair closer to the bench and sat down. “Now, let’s talk about those packets you were caught with.”Tyler shrugged. “I already said I was holding them for someone.”I turned towards Daniel. “What about you? Were you holding them for someone too?”He didn’t answer. He looked at Tyler for a second before looking down at his hands.I could tell he was scared shitless. He swallowed. “I didn't know what was in them.”Tyler immediately stood and loomed over him. “Dude.”“Your parents will get you out of this, I have no one,” Daniel snapped without standing. “Did you see what they did to
Roman’s POV“How’s Steven?” I asked as we turned the corner away from the school.Emma had insisted on sitting in the back, making me her personal driver. That was how much she hated being close to me. She probably wished she didn’t have to see me, or call me at all.“He’s fine. I spoke to him during lunch break,” she answered, looking out the window. “He was complaining about his homework.”I chuckled. “Sounds like him.”“He gets that from his father.”My smile faded slightly. I fucking hated that man. And she always found a way to bring him up. Her high-school sweetheart, her ex-husband, the cheater, and the unfortunate reason I had to remind myself that Steven wasn’t mine every time the little brat smiled at me.I liked the kid. He was smart, funny, and had a habit of asking questions nobody his age should be asking. He also liked me, which made things considerably more complicated when his mother couldn’t stand being in the same room with me.“Did he finish the model I help
I looked at her for a moment, trying to piece together what she’d just told me. “You’ve seen the bruises yourself?”“Several times.” Her arms tightened around her body. “I’ve asked him about them, and so has the school nurse. He always says he got into a fight or fell somewhere. Principal Allen backs him up every time. He makes it sound like we’re making a fuss over nothing.”“And you think the principal might have something to do with it?” I asked.I wasn’t a social worker, but I knew better than to assume a minor’s injuries were connected to a drug cartel. His father might have been beating him up for all we knew. It was weird as hell he got run over during a drug arrest though. I couldn’t ignore that either.“I don’t know.” Emma shook her head. “But Michael has been acting differently. He’s distracted in class, keeps checking his phone, and sometimes looks like he’s waiting for someone to show up. I tried speaking to his father, but he wouldn’t listen.”A commotion outside cut
Cass’s POV“The Millers and Carters won’t let Daniel’s death be an end,” Roman muttered as we walked into the clubhouse.I had no fucking idea who Detective Carter was, but I knew his little brother, FBI agent Daniel, all too well. Not as well I’d thought, it seemed. Still couldn’t believe it when the guys told me he’d been dirty. And the way he died was just shady.“Don’t give a shit,” I said. “Long as they don’t involve Sophia in their mess.”She wouldn’t settle down last night, and she barely got any sleep. She’d barely said anything over breakfast, either. I knew she was worried about her company, but that wasn’t the only thing bothering her. The thought of her being sent into Ivanov’s organisation had clearly gotten under her skin.I hadn’t wanted to leave her, but I had shit to do today. Hamilton High had a surprise search, and we had to be on standby in case they found something on the kids. We wanted to question them before they got to the station.Roman glanced at me.
“I'm sorry?” I asked, not sure I’d heard him right.“There's an ongoing classified operation, Ms Hart. I can't discuss its details with you at this stage. What I can tell you is that we need someone with your professional background to gain access to certain information. Your previous association with Victor Hale and Ivanov's interest in hiring you make you a suitable candidate,” he muttered.I sat back slowly, trying to process what I'd just heard. “You want me to go undercover?”“I want you to consider assisting a federal investigation, yes.” He nodded on the last word.“That's a very fancy way of saying you want me to infiltrate a Russian mafia organisation.”He didn’t say anything. “Why me? Surely you have more experienced people for this sort of thing,” I said.“What we need is someone who can easily get in. We’ve tried a few candidates, but Ivanov doesn’t trust easily,” he admitted.I stared at him. “And you think he'll trust me? I met the man once. I barely had a conve







