Semua Bab Scamming the Devil : Bab 31 - Bab 35

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

CHAPTER THIRTY FOURIRINA VOLKOVI sat with the photograph for exactly four minutes before I got up and walked down the hall and knocked on Nikolai's door.He opened it immediately. Still dressed, which meant he hadn't slept either.I held up the phone.He looked at the photograph. Then at Viktor's message. His expression didn't change but his jaw set in a controlled fury.He took the phone from my hand without asking, forwarded the image and number to Dmitri, and handed it back."Go to sleep," he said."He's outside this building—I mean, I checked, he's not there. But he might still be....""He was outside this building. Present tense, he's in a car two blocks away with four of my men watching him." He held my gaze. "He cannot get in. He cannot get to you. He's been standing in the street sending photographs because standing in the street sending photographs is the only thing left he can do." A pause. "He's frightened, Irina. Frightened men make noise. It doesn't mean they have power

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX IRINA I felt it everywhere I walked. The way the men looked at me had changed, not with the wariness of the early weeks, but with something closer to acknowledgment. I had found the mole, which was Gregori. I had done it cleanly and without error. I had done it correctly, professionally, without making it about myself. Yeah, it's the pride in me speaking. I went to the gym at eleven that night because I couldn't sleep and my brain needed somewhere to put itself that wasn't Bratva or hacking trails or thinking about Nikolai with every chance I get. Well, i guess i lied.The gym was supposed to be empty at that hour.But it wasn;t.Nikolai was at the heavy bag in the corner. No shirt. The tattoos fully visible in the harsh gym lighting, all of it, both arms, his chest, the large piece across his shoulder blades that I'd been catching fragments of for weeks and had never fully seen. My goodness. He hadn't heard me come in. I stood in the doorway for a moment lo