“Not yet.But he’s on the path.”
“Maksim–”
“For fuck’ssake the man stood leering at your car for a ridiculous amount of time the other day. Like, he wanted t-to p-piss on it to mark his territory.”
“How do you know that?” Sarah questioned with furrowed brows.
Fuck. If I admitted that I’d seen him do it while I was outside her office, I would look just as creepy as Miles. “The b-bodyguard reported it while Aleks was inside talking to you.”
“Oh.”
At the fear in her eyes, I said, “Let me call him.”
Nibbling her lip, Sarah said, “Do you promise not to go all macho Bratva man on him?”
Chuckling, I replied, “Excuse me?”
“You know exactly what I mean.”
“Sadly, I don’t.”
“I mean, don’t threaten to have him sleep with the fishes.”
“Did you really just make aGodfatherreference?”
“You are the mafia,” she huffed.
“I’m Bratva. There’s a difference.”
“Like what?” Sarah challenged.
“Nothing you need to worry about.”
Before she could protest any further, I grabbed her phone. To my surprise, she didn’t try to wrestle it away from me. After redialing the number, I put it on speakerphone.
Miles answered on the second ring. “Well, hello, stranger. I’ve been missing you at the office.”
“You have?” I questioned.
Silence reverberated on the line. “Sarah?”
“No.”
“Who the fuck is this?” Miles snarled.
There was so much I wanted to say to him at that moment, but miraculously, I refrained. It wasn’t just because Sarah had asked me not to go all Bratva badass on him. It was more about the fact I feared I wouldn’t get the words out right. Somehow I didn’t feel I would be as intimidating if I was stuttering.
After relaxing my jaw and focusing, I finally replied, “It doesn’t matter who I am. Stop calling Sarah’s phone.”
He sucked in a breath. “You’re the Wednesday guy.”
As I furrowed my brows in confusion, Sarah grabbed my arm. When I glanced at her, she nodded emphatically. “Yeah, I am,” I replied.
“Okay. Fine.”
Concentrating I said, “This stays…between us.”
“Whatever,” he replied before hanging up.
