Through his binoculars, he looked at the man. “Shit,” he murmured.
We both lowered our lenses.
“That’s Nickolas Freeman.” He turned back to face me. “Richard Beaumont’s errand boy.”
My expression darkened.
I knew that man wasn’t to be trusted.
One question lingered on the fringes of my mind: Did Emika know about this? Did she know that her grandfather was buying information about the Tarasov business? Could this bethe reason she’d been acting very strange and suspicious these days?
“What’s the order, Boss?” Sergei asked me. “How would you like me to handle this?”
“Kill the mole, and the other two men,” I said coldly.
“What about Nickolas?”
“Break his legs if you must,” I answered. “But bring him in. Alive. I have questions.” My gaze flicked out the window. “In the meantime, take me home.”
He nodded once and started the engine.
***
When I returned home, I was furious, my blood boiling with rage. I stormed through the hallway, heading straight to the master bedroom. By the time I got there, my wife wasn’t inside.
I searched my office. She wasn’t there either.
However, before the funny thoughts creeping into my mind could solidify, one of the maids, Hannah, rounded a corner. She was carrying some neatly folded clothes and was humming innocently.
The second she spotted me, she froze in her tracks, scared by the look on my face.
“Where is she?” I growled. “Where is my wife?”
She swallowed hard, unable to hold my gaze. “In the library.”
My eyes darted toward the staircase leading to the upper floor, a quiet sigh of relief escaping my lips. At first, I was starting to think that she’d vanished somehow. However, finding out that I was being cynical was more refreshing than I cared to admit.
I went up to the library, and there she was, sitting in a chair by the window. She was staring blankly into space, a book on her lap. Her red nightgown draped elegantly over herbody. The thin left strap hung from her shoulder, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of skin above her breast.
I hated how the sight thawed something frozen inside me, how it had me distracted for a moment.
When she caught me standing by the doorway, she sprang to her feet. “Where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you.”
I knitted my brows in suspicion. “Why? Is there something you wanna tell me?”
“I don’t understand.”
“Don’t lie to me.” I began walking over to her.
“Lie to you about what?” Her voice was tinged with confusion.
“Did you know?” I halted in front of her.
“Know what? What’re you talking about?!” She raised her voice a little higher, frustration lacing her tone.
“I’m talking about your grandfather bribing my men for information about the family business!” I replied with the same tone.
She paused, shock simmering in her gaze. “What?”
