Melissa rubbed her forehead while stretching her back, as if sitting in the chair for an hour was uncomfortable. Wasn't she in her first trimester? She shouldn't use the pregnancy excuse yet.
“Radmir, I’m an FBI agent. No way in hell will I allow you to take John and inflict some kind of revenge on him.” Her request to Interpol was just granted a few minutes ago. FSB worked on different cases with her before, so they saw no problem in making sure John got his sentence in the States. Meeting my harsh stare, she added, “Isn’t it enough you had everyone else involved in your case killed?”
Vitya choked on his coffee, apparently not expecting that.
If the FBI knew about the Bratva’s dealings, why the hell didn't they stop us? We operated in their country, after all. Connor didn't count, as he only covered up my last kill, and he did it behind Melissa’s back.
Clearly reading the question in our eyes, she placed a red folder on the table and opened it. “Those people were assholes who manipulated the law for their own benefit. So yeah, I closed my eyes, because you deserved it, and there are tons of cases where they destroyed someone’s life. Truth be told, I got to know about it after the deed, so it wasn't like I could have stopped you.”
“Give me five hours. That would be enough to finish the fucker off,” I asked again, but she shook her head stubbornly.
Losing my patience with this fucking conversation, considering my woman was out there sad, and I couldn't comfort her, because I had to be stuck with fucking FBI, I rose and hit the table with my fists. Melissa jumped in her seat, clearly not expecting that.
“Damn it, Melissa!”
“Watch who you are talking to, Radmir,” Yuri said, reentering the room after he’d left to take a call from Gleb. He came directly to Melissa and faced off with me, blocking my view of her. “That’s my woman, carryingmychild. You do not disrespect her, and I don't give a fuck how frustrated you are,” he growled at me, to my surprise.
Since fucking when was she his woman? He never claimed her, just kept repeating she was having his kid. Even back at the office before Vivian’s attack, he didn't say anything.
“Is she?”
Yuri paused for a second, and then said firmly, “Yes.”
Melissa huffed in exasperation while slapping him on the arm. “I’m not your anything. Could you please stop with this freaking guilty nonsense?” Without giving him a chance to reply, she focused her attention back at me. “John goes to prison, and you have to deal with it.” She raised her finger, not allowing me to speak. “But if something happens to him in prison… well, that’s none of my business, right? As long as he is sentenced.”
“That seems reasonable,” Vitya pitched in, and I thought back to the major prisons in the States and my connections there. Who would be of use to punish this fucker for bringing so much pain to all those women?
They deserved justice, and just sitting and watching him go to prison would be one thing, but for him to suffer like they did? I needed a master for such a task.
A sinister smile appeared on my mouth as a name popped up in my head.
Oh, he’d be perfect. I’d never met a sicker motherfucker than him.
“Lachlan.”
Yuri and Vitya both cursed at once, rubbing their chins worriedly.
“He doesn't take orders from anyone,” Vitya stated. “And he kills only if he is interested.”
“I will ask him. He owes me a favor.”
“He’s sick. He kills for fun, for the hell of it.”
Melissa’s head swung from side to side as she followed our conversation, frowning. “His name doesn't ring a bell.”
We all chuckled, although it lacked any humor.
“That’s because he has no signature, and anyone can be his victim. He just kills because he is bored. Perfect upbringing, no dark past. Looking at him, you wouldn’t even think about half the shit he does.” Although I heard he toned it down once he got married. Rumor had it he kidnapped her and then decided to keep her alive for the heck of it.
Weird as fuck, Lachlan was, but no one dared to go against him.
“So, is he like Damian?” Melissa questioned, and I shook my head.
“Sociopath is like a kitten next to him.” Then I stood up, because sharing too much with the FBI agent, even if she carried a Bratva offspring, was dangerous and quite frankly fucking odd. “I’ll contact him. Are we done here?”
“Yes. I’ll keep you posted on the trial, and as for the rest… I just don’t want to know.” She rubbed her forehead. “God forgive me.”
Nodding, I brought her closer and awkwardly hugged her as she gazed at me with a stunned face. “Give him a chance,” I whispered into her hair as she tensed in my arms. “He is just lost.” Then Vitya and I left, and Yuri stayed behind. Those two needed to hash it out and finally decide the status of the relationship. With his past, it wasn't safe for her to stroll around while pregnant.
