Chapter 64
Milo
As the lift doors slide open, I step out with murder already wound along my spine.
I scan the lobby, my jaw set, my fingers curled tight.
I don’t like this.
I don’t like leaving her alone, not even for five fucking minutes, and I especially don’t like the bastard who forced me to come downstairs instead of bringing the food up like I ordered.
I spot him near the entrance.
Delivery driver. Cheap uniform, a cap pulled low, a bulky bag slung over his back.
For a moment, I seriously consider breaking his nose.
He looks up as I approach. “Delivery for Milo Markev?”
I dip my chin.
He hands me the paper bag, then the tray with the drinks and the McFlurry balanced on top. He hangs back, clearly waiting for a tip.
“Get lost,” I snap. “And remember this name, because the next time we cross paths and I ask you to do something, you don’t hesitate, or I will make sure you stop breathing.”
He blinks, confusion flashing briefly before instinctive wariness takes its place.
I smirk. “Ever heard of the Bratva?”
He nods frantically.
I wink.
He turns on his heel and bolts for the exit.
I head back toward the lifts, then freeze when I spot Isaak.
He stands near security, speaking to one of the guards. My face hardens as I move toward him, and then I realise he is not alone.
Adelaide stands at his side, his arm locked tight around her waist.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I snap.
Isaak’s head whips toward me, but it’s Adelaide who speaks before he can.
“How is she?” Her voice is urgent. “Is she all right?”
“As though you give a damn,” I reply coolly.
Isaak fixes me with a murderous look, but I don’t so much as acknowledge it.
I know she does care. I know she cares about Octavia, about all of them. But I also know she hurt her, and I am not in the mood to make anything easy for anyone, especially not for someone who hurt my girl in any way.
She rolls her eyes. “Why was no one told?”
“Because no one knows,” I answer evenly. And you will see to it that it remains so.”
Her jaw tightens, but she nods.
