“Oh…I see.”
The whole conversation felt easy and natural. I realized how much I liked being like this with her.
“This is one of our most used routes,” I told her, tracing a line to the left. “Low traffic. No interference.”
“For the heavy stuff?” she asked, a hint of humor on her beautiful face.
Fuck, I want to kiss her.
She blinked, and that was when I realized I’d been staring at her.
“Yeah, you’re right.”
Here I am talking with someone I should be interrogating, like she was an ally.
I turned to the map. “Now this is classified,” I started, looking back at her.
“Boss!” Sergei called, bursting into the library.
I was on my feet in a second. He rushed in, and I met him a few feet away from the door.
“Talk to me.”
“Odnu iz vnešnih ohrannyh komand atakovali. Kto-to znaet, cto Alina vnutri. Oni hotât’ dobrat’sâ do neë.” One of the outer security teams has been hit. Someone knows Alina is inside. They want to get her.
My head turned towards her, and I looked back at Sergei.
Not on my watch.
Chapter Fifteen
Alina’s POV
I knew something bad must have happened when the bald man rushed in. Of all the urgent words he spoke to Konstantin, the only things I got were ‘attacked’ and ‘someone knows.’ It made me wish I’d communicated more with my colleagues and patients in Russian.
Before my eyes, Konstantin’s body language shifted from calm to lethal. He asked the bald man a few more questions as I rose to my feet.
“Call all of them. To the front right now!” Konstantin barked at the man, who nodded fervently.
“They’re all doubling ammunition right now, boss.”
Konstantin turned to me again before telling the bald man, “Have your men take her to the basement. And not the main basement, the enclosure in the back. Not even a hair on her head must be touched!”
“Yes, boss.”
The two men pushed a shelf I’d assumed held a collection of books by the door open. They tossed the wooden cover to the floor, revealing guns and arms of different sizes. Konstantin lifted the hem of his black tee and pulled a gun out of the holster attached to the band of his jeans.
So he had a gun with him while we talked?!
Okay, I guess that shouldn’t be so surprising for a mafia boss.
He put a different gun in the holster and carried a much bigger one in his arms.
Everything I was looking at screamed at me to panic, but I didn’t. Instead, I pushed the chair back and went to the windows on the far left of the library.
I didn’t know what I was expecting, but it was clearly not a crime movie scene. And the view I was met with as I leaned closer to the window was nothing short of that.
Black cars rolled along the wide expanse of land, dust dancing in the air as they approached the manor. The cars were not a battalion in number, but they were military in their movements. I could see heads pop out of windows as they got closer.
