“I’m Sera’s father.” He stands a little taller, and I groan when Keke’s mouth falls open.
“No fucking way.”
“Good night, Keke.” I pull the door shut in her stunned face.
I wish Liev were here. My heart clenches with a new worry. I don’t know where he is or what’s happening to him. I don’t think those fake guards had anything to do with the bratva. There wasn’t a visible tattoo on either man.
But at this point, I don’t know. There are too many variables.
I need sleep and a vacation. Anything but this never-ending merry-go-round of drama.
“Are you okay?” Ray asks, concern forming grooves around his eyes.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I cross to the minibar, grab a water, crack it open. “Want something?”
He shakes his head, brows knit. “Were they trying to kidnap her?”
“Possibly.” I sink onto the sofa, rubbing slow circles at my temple where a headache pulses. “She’s pissed off some people lately, but I didn’t think it wasthatserious.”
“Shouldn’t you call the police?”
“I need to call Brady first. He’ll coordinate with her manager and decide next steps. Nothing actually happened. Could’ve just have been overzealous guards.”
He gives me a look that says,Bullshit.
“I’ll call as soon as you leave. What were you doing here anyway?”
“I was coming to see you. I saw you head down that hall. Your brother told me you were in Vegas working, but I thought you might be done already.”
“Oh, he did, did he?”Thanks, Brady.
“Don’t look like that. He didn’t tell me where you were staying. I figured out where you were when he said you were guarding Keke Novak.”
I’m not sure what to make of that. I wasn’t aware that Brady and our father were in close communication like that.
“Where’s the giant Russian?” Ray’s abrupt question snaps me out of that quagmire of thoughts.
“What?”
“Your brother said he’s the other bodyguard. Shouldn’t he have been with you?”
Oh, fuck! Liev is going to lose it when he hears about this.
I swallow, keeping my voice mild. “He had to leave suddenly. Sick.”
Ray stalks to the other bedrooms glancing in the open doorways. He pauses at the room Liev and I share, only one bed clearly having been used. “Sick? Then where the fuck is he?”
“Must have gone to a doc in the box. Why do you care?”
He jerks his thumb over his shoulder at our room, and I lift my chin. “None of your business.”
“It’s my business if my daughter is involved with a violent criminal.” He fumes. “I recognized those tattoos. He’s organized crime. A mobster. Did you know that?”
“Yes, and it’s a little late for the daddy-dearest act, don’t you think?”
He flinches, and guilt twists in my gut. “I’ve always loved you, Sera. Always cared about you. I know I wasn’t always what you needed, but have you ever considered that my staying out of your life was for your benefit.”
“No.”
