Part of me is also jealous that I didn’t get to put the bullet in him myself, but I keep that to myself. Sierra earned the right.
“I’ve already contacted Miguel,” Lorenzo says. “The girls were taken from his territory. He’ll handle that end.”
Good. Whoever supplied Viktor is going to have a bad time.
“Our focus stays on the Bratva here,” Lorenzo continues. “Kozlov thought he could run this through our city. We’re going to make sure he regrets that.”
“We dealt Kozlov a serious blow today,” Dario says. “Those women were worth a fortune to him. Bigger loss than the contract he lost from the construction site we destroyed.”
“Viktor’s death too,” I add. “He was important.”
“It’s not enough.” Lorenzo’s jaw tightens. “Kozlov made this personal. I’m going to return the favor.”
I don’t ask what he means. He’ll share when he’s ready.
Dario leans back in his chair. “One thing’s been bothering me. How’d Viktor know exactly where she’d be and when? Timing was too perfect.”
My jaw tightens. “Her sister-in-law, Harper. Viktor got to her at the hospital and made her a deal. Hand over Sierra, and he’d leave her family alone.”
“Jesus.” Dario shakes his head. “Her own family.”
“She was desperate. Viktor had already put her husband in a coma. She thought she was protecting him.”
Lorenzo’s expression goes cold. “She made a deal with the Bratva.”
“Against Sierra. Not against us.”
“Still.” Lorenzo looks at me. “What does Sierra want?”
The fact that he’s asking whatshewants tells me he already understands what she is to me.
“To move on. Harper’s not a threat. Just weak.”
Lorenzo considers this. “Then we watch her. She steps out of line again, we have a different conversation.”
That’s more mercy than most people get. Lorenzo’s doing me a favor, and we both know it.
He holds my gaze for a moment, then rises. “Take a few days off. Be with your woman.”
Dario nods at me as they head out.
I head to the bedroom to check on Sierra. I find her awake, staring at the ceiling in the dim lamplight. That heartbreaking sadness is still written all over her face.
I sit on the edge of the bed and brush a strand of damp hair behind her ear. “How do you feel?”
“Sad.” Her voice is small.
“About Viktor?”
The scowl that crosses her face is fierce. “No. I’m glad he’s dead. Maybe that makes me a terrible person, but I can’t help it. I’m relieved. I don’t have to look over my shoulder anymore, waiting for him to ruin everything.” She swallows. “I’m sad about Harper.”
“She’s stable. She’s going to make it.”
“I know. But she...” Sierra’s breath hitches. “I never saw it coming. I never thought she’d do that to me. To Julian. Her own husband.”
The hurt in her voice guts me. I lie down beside her, pulling her into my arms. She fits against me like she was designed for this, her head on my chest, her legs tangled with mine.
“I’m sorry about Harper,” I murmur into her hair. “But I’m so fucking proud of you.”
