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Chapter Twenty seven
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2026-05-15 02:50:42NIKOLAI DRAGUNOV
The Bratva's inner circle met on Thursday mornings.
It had always been a men's meeting, not by explicit rule but by the nature of what it was, who sat around the table, what got said. When I walked in with Irina at my side the morning after her return, the silence that followed was the kind that occupies a room before it decides what to do with itself.
Irina sat down. She looked at the men around the table the way she looked at everything directly, withou
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Scamming the Devil Chapter Thirty Two
KATYAI'd told the large terrifying man I had questions and he'd said they could wait until morning and I'd agreed because it was midnight and there'd been some kind of security incident involving men at the perimeter and I was choosing my battles.Morning came. I had all the same questions plus several new ones that had developed overnight.The first person I encountered in the kitchen was not Irina.It was a man. Tall, dark-haired, green-eyed, with a scar that ran from his left ear to his jaw and that stillness of someone who had trained the instinct to react out of himself through sheer discipline. He was standing at the coffee machine reading something on his phone with the focused attention, someone who did not expect to be interrupted.He looked up. I looked at him. Damn, he's such a sugar daddy. Fine as hell. A whole meal. Ten over ten and....dangerous. "You must be Katya," he said. His voice was low and unhurried."You must be one of the large men from last night.""Dmitri
Scamming the Devil Chapter Thirty one
IRINA VOLKOVThe backup generators turned the penthouse red. Katya's hand was on my arm. Galina had moved away from the windows without being asked twice, which told me she'd lived through enough of these moments to know what they meant.From below us, footsteps. Voices in Russian, clipped and directional. Nikolai's men moving with efficiency just like they've been trained."Irina." Katya's voice was very controlled. She was frightened and managing it, which was one of the things I'd always loved about her. "What's happening.""Security response. Someone breached the perimeter.""Someone breached—" She stopped. Started again. "Okay. Is this normal?""No.""Is your guy handling it?"I paused and finally said, "Yes.""Are we safe here?"Oh God, Katya!I looked at Galina, who had positioned herself near the interior wall away from the windows with calmess. Like she had been through this before and survived it. "Yes," I said. "We're safe here."Katya nodded. Took a breath. Took another o
Scamming the Devil Chapter Thirty
IRINA VOLKOVI showed Nikolai the phone without speaking.He looked at the screen. His expression didn't change. But the quality of the air in the room did — something dropping several degrees in the space of a breath.He took the phone from my hand, stood, and called Dmitri."Katya," he said when the call connected. "Where are our people."A pause. Nikolai's jaw set."Get there now," he said. "Don't call ahead. Move."He ended the call and looked at me. I was standing very still because standing very still was what I did when I was frightened and didn't want to be."She's fine," he said. "Our people are two minutes away.""How did he get my number.""The second leak. We haven't found it yet." He crossed the room to me. "Irina. She's fine.""He's using her because of me." My voice was level. "This is what I said would happen. Staying here means the people I—" I stopped. "Katya has nothing to do with any of this. She makes coffee and reads too many romance novels and she has nothing to
Scamming the Devil Chapter Twenty Nine
IRINA VOLKOVI didn't sleep.This was different. This was lying in the dark in a room that had stopped feeling like a prison a long time ago, staring at a ceiling, turning something over in my hands that I wasn't sure I knew how to hold yet.He'd kissed me back.I'd kissed him first, which meant the decision was mine, which meant I owned it, which meant I couldn't explain it away as something that happened to me. I had moved the inch. I had made the choice. And his hands on my face and the way he'd said *I'm finished being interrupted* and the quality of the silence after it — all of that was going to require a new category in the filing system I used to manage my interior life.Gosh.I didn't have a new category ready.I got up at six and went to the kitchen.He was already there.We looked at each other across the counter in the early morning light with the awareness of two people who have crossed a line and are now determining what country they're standing in.Galina knows too much
Scamming the Devil Chapter Twenty EIght
NIKOLAI DRAGUNOVDmitri sat across from me on Friday evening and said: "This is a problem.""Define the problem.""You." He looked at me with the direct patience of a man who had known me since we were fourteen and had run out of diplomatic approaches. "Specifically, the fact that Alexei Morozov declared war on this organization three weeks ago and your primary strategic concern at any given moment is whether Irina had dinner.""That's not—""You asked Roman twice today if she'd eaten." He folded his hands on the table. "I'm not judging. I'm doing risk assessment."I looked at him."She's a vulnerability," he said. "You know this. We both know this. Enemies will use her. They already are. And the more she matters to you, the more she can be used." He paused. "I'm not telling you to stop. I've seen what she's done for this organization in four weeks. I've seen what she's done for you." He looked at me steadily. "I'm telling you to be more careful. Both of you.""I'm aware of the risk."
Scamming the Devil Chapter Twenty seven
NIKOLAI DRAGUNOVThe Bratva's inner circle met on Thursday mornings.It had always been a men's meeting, not by explicit rule but by the nature of what it was, who sat around the table, what got said. When I walked in with Irina at my side the morning after her return, the silence that followed was the kind that occupies a room before it decides what to do with itself.Irina sat down. She looked at the men around the table the way she looked at everything directly, without performance, filing information at a rate they couldn't see.I sat at the head of the table. "We have a financial discrepancy," I said. "Irina will walk us through it."She did. Clearly, precisely, without preamble. She laid out the routing structure, the Cyprus trust, the thirteen-year trail, and the implications for current operations in the time it took most people to introduce a problem.When she finished, the room was quiet.Then Gregori, my head of territory o
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