God, I never want to hear the damn word ‘fling’ again in my life.
“I can’t track anything my end,” Enzo grumbles, his voice echoing from the speaker beside me.
“No. You won’t. I set the basis for this system up years ago for her. Now she’s clearly got someone in to upgrade it. I’m close, though.”
My fingers keep moving even as my vision burns. I don’t stop. I can’t. I only get one shot at opening this message from Tatiana.
After that, I burn the entire system to the ground.
That’s why this is taking so long.
Lev is working on the passcode angle. I’m dismantling the skeleton beneath it.
“Why haven’t you gone after her yet?” I ask, not looking away from the screen.
This has intrigued me for a long time, and now, working alongside Enzo, I feel maybe he might trust me enough to tell me something.
“Taking her could hurt someone I love. Every move I make is carefully calculated. And Tatiana’s about to play her last hand,” his voice is sharp.
My jaw tightens.
There might actually be an end to this. A real one.
Lev’s name flashes across my screen, and I patch him into the call.
“I’ve got it, Drago,” he says in Russian.
“What is it?” I reply in English for Enzo.
“KISSMEAGAIN. All caps.”
I snort under my breath.
“What the fuck?” Enzo snaps.
“She’s just being a bitch, Enzo. She kissed me to seal the deal. Trust me, I want her gone as much as anyone else.”
I don’t justify myself. I don’t need to. I proved my loyalty when I risked everything for Charlotte and Isabella. When I bled for the Quinns. When I hunted the Preacher for months.
“She always had eyes for you, Drago,” Lev adds.
Useless commentary.
“Yeah. Not anymore.”
I enter the passcode.
“Enzo, you got eyes on my screen?”
“Yes.”
“We’ve got less than a minute to read this.”
I grab a pen and paper, breathe shallow, and hit enter.
Cyrillic floods the screen.
Of course it does.
