MikhailThe safe house we drove to after the incident at the warehouse was a cramped apartment above a bakery, and it smelled like old bread and cigarette smoke. Viktor had found it years ago, one of a dozen bolt-holes scattered around the city for emergencies just like this one."The news is calling it an industrial accident," Dmitri said, looking up from his laptop. "Gas leak explosion. Very tragic.""Any mention of bodies?" I asked, trying to ignore the sharp pain in my ribs where a piece of burning debris had caught me."Nothing yet. But the fire burned so hot, there might not be much left to find."I nodded, but I couldn't shake off the eerie feeling. Men like him don't die easily, and they certainly don't die quietly."What about the FBI?" I asked."They're investigating, but they seem to be treating it as an accident for now. No mention of the Volkov family or organized crime."That was something, at least. But I knew it wouldn't last. Once they started digging into the warehou
Liliana"Vadim is a friend," I said, trying to keep my voice steady as I slowly turned around to face Anastasia. "He was just checking in on me."Her eyes were different now. Not the warm, grandmotherly look I saw few minutes ago . They were sharp, calculating, and cold as winter steel."A friend who knows enough to ask about my children's records?" She asked, stepping closer. "That's quite an unusual friendship, Liliana."My heart was pounding so hard I was sure she could hear it. "I was just curious. You mentioned them, and I…""You what? Decided to investigate me?" Her voice was bitter. "After everything I've done for you and Mikhail?""I'm sorry," I said, backing against the balcony railing. "I was just…""You were just what, Liliana? Curious? Concerned?" Her voice was getting stronger now, but I could hear the pain underneath. "Do you have any idea what it's like to lose your children? To have them taken from you, and then have to live with that loss every single day?"Tears were
MikhailThe Moscow Steel warehouse loomed before me like a monument. Broken windows, rusted metal siding that groaned in the wind. This place had been abandoned for at least a decade, or maybe longer.Viktor and Dmitri had taken their positions twenty minutes ago. I could feel their presence in the darkness, even though I couldn't see them. And that was the point, if I couldn't see them then Vlad couldn't.But as I approached the main entrance, that familiar instinct started screaming again. Something was wrong. The silence was too complete, and too perfect.I checked my watch and it says two minutes to eight PM.The heavy steel door was slightly ajar, which should have been my first warning. But I was committed now. Whatever was waiting inside, I was going to face it.I pushed the door open and stepped into the darkness.“Hello, Mikhail.”A voice came from everywhere and nowhere, amplified by hidden speakers. It was electronically distorted, but there was something familiar about the
LilianaThe moment the door closed behind Mikhail, I felt like I couldn't breathe.Anastasia was humming again. That same soft tune she'd been humming all day. It was starting to make my skin crawl."He's a good man," she said, settling into her chair. "Just like his father was at that age.""Yeah," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper."You love him very much, don't you?" She asked softly.I looked at her, studying her face. Those kind eyes, the gentle smile. She looked like someone's grandmother, not someone who would ever hurt Mikhail and me."More than anything," I said."I can see that. The way you look at him... it reminds me of how I used to look at someone once.""Who?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. It never crossed my mind that someone like Anastasia Volkova, the Jezebel would love a man let alone have kids.She was quiet for a moment, staring out of the window. "Someone I lost a long time ago."My phone buzzed. A text from Vadim that made my heart stop."Everyth
MikhailI could feel something was off about Liliana. She'd been quiet all morning, lost in thought with worry lines creasing her forehead. Every time I tried to catch her eye, she'd look away or find something else to focus on."Are you sure you're okay?" I asked as she paced by the window for the third time in ten minutes."I'm fine," she said, but her voice was strained. "Just nervous about the plan."I could understand that. Hell, I was nervous too. But this felt different. This felt like she was keeping something from me.Anastasia had stepped out to make her call to Vlad, claiming she needed privacy to make it convincing. Viktor and Dmitri were doing a perimeter check, leaving Liliana and I alone for the first time since this morning."Talk to me," I said, crossing the room to where she stood. "What's really going on?"She turned to face me, and I saw something in her eyes that made my chest tighten. Fear, yes, but also guilt. Like she was carrying the weight of something she d
LilianaI wasn't really sleeping. My heart had been racing since everything started. My eyes flickered when Mikhail stood up from the bed. And I saw Anastasia sit up also.I'd been listening to Mikhail and Anastasia's conversation, and every word made me more suspicious. Something about the way Anastasia spoke, the way she positioned herself as both victim and informant, felt wrong.But it was more than that. It was the little things. The way she'd glanced at the door when she thought no one was looking. The way she'd positioned herself near the window with a clear view of the street. The way she'd asked specific questions about our security arrangements.And that glint in her eyes when she'd mentioned Vlad. I hadn't imagined it.When their conversation ended and Mikhail came back to bed, I waited until his breathing evened out before slipping away. I had to know the truth, and there was only one way to find out.I made my way to the bathroom and carefully closed the door. Then I pu