“Okay, have a great night.”
I hated how alone I felt after he hung up. I dug through the fridge and found a container labeled ‘Dinner for Axel’ in bold handwriting.
I stuck it in the microwave, hating that I was wasting my one free night without her.
I could get a workout in. Maybe a run.
My phone dinged with a text.
It wasn’t her. It was from an unknown number.
A photo.
Of Oleg and Mila.
Oleg was looking down at her with a goofy grin on his face.
She was laughing, her head tilted back, looking up at him.
They looked like a couple in love.
I studied the photo for a long time, looking for any sign that she was hanging out with her friends. But I couldn’t see anyone else around them. They didn’t seem to be interacting with anyone else.
I carefully set the phone down.
The microwave dinged.
I nearly burned my fingers on the steam when I took out the bowl, and I ended up tossing it in the sink, food and all.
Goddamn it.
I couldn’t seem to quell the unease raging through my body. It was mixed with adrenaline.
And something akin to pain. Someone was probably just messing with me. Someone like Sergei.
I picked up my phone and looked at the photo again.
What the hell?
What if she was getting back at me for thinking I was cheating on her with Giselle?
Without looking back, I grabbed my keys and headed out the door.
If my wife was cheating on me, I needed to know.
I was annoyedat my lack of discipline and willpower, but I couldn’t seem to control myself. Especially when it came to Mila. I needed to go to the mall and see for myself if Mila and Oleg were up to something. I knew this was deranged thinking, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself.
My phone rang. I half expected it to be Oleg, but it was Maksim.
His voice was filled with regret. “Sorry to interrupt your evening, boss.”
Honestly, I was grateful for the interruption. “Not an issue. What’s up?”
“Sergei started a huge brawl tonight.”
That made me stop walking, mostly because I had thought for sure Sergei had sent me the photo. “At which bar?”
“Shotgun Alley.”
