“She removed herself from our group chat, and when we tried calling, we realized she'd blocked all of us,” Mariya said.
“And Artyom and I went to your house before we came here,” Ninel added.
I tensed.
“We were told that she wasn't at home,” she finished.
Artyom picked up from where she left off. “So we made our way to the campus.”
“And when she saw us, she spun the other way and literally ran, Avit,” Ninel said.
I looked at the men and women around the table, eyes narrowed.
“To the married couples sitting around this table, have I ever interfered with any of your relationships?”
No one said a word.
“I'll take your silence as a resounding no. I didn't realize that getting married gave any of you the privilege to butt into my private affairs.”
“Avit,” Lev said. “You know we're not butting in for the sake of being nosy. We thought you guys were happy. The women love her, and so do we.”
“We're worried, and we just want to know what happened,” Jaroslav stated.
“And we're here to help if you need us,” Pyotr added.
I rose from my chair and buttoned my jacket. “Ms. Romonoff and I are getting a divorce. Now, if there isn't anything else, I'll be leaving, because I have work to do. I didn't realize that this meeting was an intervention in disguise.”
I grabbed my laptop, exited the building, and made my way to the hotel.
Twenty minutes later, I walked into my hotel room and dropped the laptop on the sofa. I barely had time to exhale before there was a knock on the door.
Bloody fucking hell.
I should’ve known someone would track me.
I checked the peephole, then opened the door for Pyotr.
“Thanks,” he said as he stepped inside. “Thought I’d need to use this.” He flashed a key card before slipping it back into his pocket.
He sank into the sofa, arm thrown across the back, his piercing blue eyes pinning me in place.
“So,” he said. “Why are you and Sienna getting a divorce?”
I dropped into the opposite sofa, jaw ticking. “You of all people should be thrilled. Didn’t you tell me she’d betray me? That she’d choose her father over me?”
“I’m not apologizing for looking out for my brother,” Pyotr shot back. “But we both know you love her. Or at least you like her.”
“I’m sorry to disappoint everyone,” I said coldly. “Ms. Romonoff was a means to an end…Jasper’s end.”
“I call bullshit.”
“When I confronted Jasper about the stolen goods, he told me I could have Sienna to pay off his debt.”
“What the fuck….”
“So I married her. To keep Jasper in line. And because she’s a genius on a keyboard, one of the best I’ve seen. We had a deal. She’d help me find who Jasper was supplying, and once that was done, we'd get a divorce.” ” My voice dropped. “She gave me the final pieces the same night Jasper was killed. She walked out that same night.”
Pyotr stared at me, disbelief flashing across his face. “You let her leave the night she found out her father was murdered?”
