But maybe I wasn’t. Maybe I made a mistake.
You did make a mistake. You are meant to be with her. You were always meant to be with her.
“Bro?” Isaak walks into my office, not bothering to knock.
“Hey man,” I say. “It’s Monday. What have you got for me?” I ask, standing up and walking around my desk to greet him.
He hugs me with a slap on my back.
“I’ve got news, alright, but it won’t necessarily make sense.”
I sigh and look out over the city. “Not much makes sense these days,” I mumble to myself. “But go ahead, don’t keep me in suspense.”
He flops down onto the sofa and lifts his boots onto the glass coffee table.
“It’s crazy, but everything points to this really small inconsequential Bratva group in the city,” he says with his brows knotted.
“A smaller group? That can’t be right. The smaller groups would never dare to mess with us. My name alone would have them running for the hills. They know it would be a death sentence,” I say, confused.
He shrugs. “Exactly what I said. I triple checked the intel, though. It’s definitely right. So, what I was thinking was that they are being bullied or manipulated by a larger group that is hiding behind them and using them as a puppet.”
I sneer.Thatmakes sense.
“But those idiots surely still know it’s a death sentence to mess with me, no matter what their reason or excuse is?”
“They’ll find out soon enough. I’ll send you the info. In the meantime, I’m going to keep looking into it to find out who is really behind it. If we can track down one of the smaller group's members and make them squeal, it’ll make life easier.”
“Do it. Get one of them.”
Isaak nods.
“What about the attack the other day?” he asks.
“I have some people looking into it,” I sigh, sitting down opposite him. “The main thing I want to know is if it’s connected or not. To the operation attack. It feels too coincidental not to be, but I don’t want to make the mistake of assuming anything.”
“Agreed. Better to look into it. I’ll see what my guys can find out as well,” Isaak says, standing up and dusting his hands over the front of his pants.
“Send me that info,” I remind him.
“Will do,” he says over his shoulder as he walks towards the door.
“Bye, Kayla, have a good day,” he says cheerfully when he passes her. She looks up and smiles. That full, radiant, beautiful smile that I hardly ever get to see. Certainly not directed at me.
A pang of jealousy spikes in me as I walk back to my desk.
Why can’t she see I only want the best for her? It’s all I ever wanted for her.
Sitting at my desk, I can’t tear my eyes off her. Things are building up inside me. Things I need to say. Things I need to explain.
I reach out and snatch the phone receiver into my hand and press the call button.
“Yes?” she says into the phone on her end.
“Please come into my office. We need to talk.”
I notice the shadow that drifts over her face. She sets the phone back into its cradle and takes a slow breath. Then she stands and walks towards my door.
I stand and walk to meet her, then lead her to the sofas. “Please, sit,” I say, gesturing.
