My vision narrowed to a pinpoint. “You killed him slowly?” I asked.
Georgi nodded. “Very.”
Good. But it wasn’t enough. Not nearly. Maria did this. Maria touched Natasha’s life. Maria tried to take what’s mine.
“Find her,” I said deadly calm. “I don’t care how long it takes. I don’t care what you have to tear apart. Find her.”
Georgi smirked. “Already on it.”
But I wasn’t done. “When you do—bring her to me alive.”
Georgi raised a brow. “Alive?”
“Yes.” I looked down at the last photo again, the tape over Natasha’s face. My teeth ground so hard my jaw ached. “I want her to see exactly what happens when someone touches what belongs to me.”
Georgi nodded once—sharp and certain. “Consider it done.” She turned to leave.
But before she reached the door, I said one more thing.
“And Georgi?”
She paused, glancing back.
“Make sure she’s terrified before she ever gets to me.”
A slow, wicked grin spread across her face.
“With pleasure.” Georgi held the door open, and I exited it to see Natasha looking at me with wonder.
When Georgi followed me out, she glared at her like she’d done something wrong.
“What’s gotten into Mami?” Georgi mumbled to me.
I didn’t know, but I was about to find out.
Georgi came out of the office behind me, moving like she owned the space—which, in her way, she did. Her eyes immediately landed on Natasha.
“Mami,” she purred, stepping closer to her. “You good? Cori isn’t bothering you, is he?”
I watched Natasha blink, stiffen, trying to play it cool. Then she nodded. Georgi didn’t miss a beat.
“Good,” she said, throwing a look at Cori that could have frozen him in place. “Because if he’s running that mouth too much, I’ll smack him for you.”
Cori, of course, scoffed. “Please. You can’t even reach my face in those heels.”
“Oh, baby, I can reach anything I want,” Georgi shot back, and I felt the faint stir of amusement run through Cori. That grin said he liked the challenge.
The front door opened, and Cori’s fiancée stepped in, sharp and impatient. She tapped her phone like it owed her something. “There you are. I’ve been sitting in the car for twenty minutes. You said you were coming right out.”
Cori’s flinch was subtle, but I saw it. “Yeah, I got delayed,” he muttered.
Georgi’s smirk turned wicked. “He needs a real woman who doesn’t let him walk all over her. Then maybe he’d be on time.”
Cori’s raised brow told me he was enjoying the attention more than he should. “You volunteering?”
“Oh, I’m always available for discipline,” Georgi said with a slow, deliberate confidence.
I noticed the fiancée’s eyes narrow, the tension in her shoulders. Georgi leaned into Cori, dangerous and playful. My jaw tightened. There was a line, and Georgi didn’t just walk it—she danced across it. The last thing that I needed was two bitches fighting in my house.
