Page 60 of Betrayal and Vows

Her hair is down and she’s tipsy. It’s taken every ounce of self-control not to throw her over my shoulder, swat her ass and put her to bed.

Dmitri clears his throat. “Now.”

Fuck.

Lena catches the shift in my posture instantly.

She’s been watching me watch her all night. Tracking me like I track her. She knows when something’s wrong.

She’s smiling that fake smile I fucking hate as she casually makes her way to where we stand.

“Anton?”

I shake my head. “It’s fine. I’ll be back.”

She doesn’t look convinced.

I glance at Dmitri. “Stay with her.”

“Obviously,” he mutters.

She frowns but obeys.

For once.

I don’t get down the hall before two of Vadim’s personal guards fall in step beside me. It’s another sign the meeting isn’t a request.

I walk into the room and spot Vadim and his son. The sneer on Mikhail’s mouth lets me know exactly what he thinks of me.

As if I give a shit.

He’s a dead man walking.

"Three million in product," Vadim says without preamble. "Gone."

I keep my expression neutral. "Belgrade?"

"Da. Our contact there is dead. Tortured first." Vadim's pale eyes study my face. "Someone knew the route. The timing. The security protocols."

Mikhail leans forward in his chair. "We have a rat."

"Or rats," Vadim corrects. His gaze never leaves mine. "The question is who."

I let the silence stretch. Let them think I'm processing the information when really I'm calculating how this affects my timeline.

How it affects Lena.

"You suspect someone specific," I say finally.

"I suspect everyone." Vadim pours himself three fingers of vodka. Doesn't offer me any. "Starting with anyone who had access to the shipment details."

"That's a short list."

"Very short." Mikhail's voice drips with accusation. "Family. Trusted associates. Security personnel."

The way he says security personnel tells me exactly where this is heading.

"You think it's one of the guards," I say.