I leaned across her desk, picked up the large bottle of hand sanitiser and threw it at his head.
“I want some fucking privacy,” I said.“Right fucking now.”
I grabbed whatever was on the desk—a plaque or a picture frame, I didn’t stop to check—and threw it.
He was already moving.
It hit the door as it swung shut behind him.
Fucking men.
If he couldn’t make the time to be here, then neither could his men.
Chapter 33
Vadim
The meeting was just wrapping up when Tau called. I had to drag my attention away from the transportation changes and the intel on potential bomb threats. Topped with her blatant rejection the previous night, I wasn’t in the best of moods.
“What is it?” I asked, already moving toward the window to put some distance between myself and the rest of the room.
A beat of silence before he answered.
“She threw me out of the room and demanded privacy,” Tau said.
“And you let her?”
“If she weren’t pregnant I wouldn’t have moved,” he said.“It’s a delicate time for women.”
I stared out of the window for a moment.
Tau. Offering an opinion on the delicacy of pregnant women. Filed and noted.
“How long was she there?”
“Around an hour in total. Some tests.”
I glanced at the clock.
“Why are you only calling now?”
“She stopped at the supermarket on the way back. Ate an entire tub of yoghurt in the car.” A pause.“Radovan says she spent most of the journey home swearing at the general concept of men.”
I rubbed my jaw.
A few days away from her might be best for both of us.
I still had her teethmarks in my chest.
“Bomb threats have been added to the list. No one but the Bratva goes in or out of the house,” I said, and waited for his confirmation before hanging up.
If I wasn’t careful there would be no legacy left to protect.
I turned to face the room. Konstantin. Ruslan. Valentin. The contingency plan, whether they knew it or not. The three men who would ensure the Bratva didn’t wither and die the moment someone got close enough to make it count.
I waved the others out.
What remained needed to be said privately.
