Page 56 of The Bratva Enforcer and His Virgin Bride

I resist the urge to throw something at him.

“I’m not discussing my marriage with you.”

“Okay.” He stands. “But maybe stop treating your wife like a long-term house guest.”

The moment he leaves, silence returns to the office.

I stare at the closed door. Then at the city beyond the windows. Then back at the reports covering my desk.

Eventually, I return to work.

But annoyingly, Ben’s words linger.

And for the first time all week, I find myself wondering what exactly Sofia has been doing while I’ve been busy chasing Karl Jonathan.

The thought lasts less than ten minutes.

My office door opens again.

I look up, already prepared to tell Ben to find a hobby that doesn’t involve irritating me.

The words die before they leave my mouth.

Something in his expression stops me. It’s real urgency.

He strides into the room and closes the door behind him.

My pulse immediately sharpens. “What happened?”

Without speaking, he crosses the room and hands me his phone.

I take it.

A message is displayed on the screen.

My eyes scan the text once.

Then again.

A slow rush of adrenaline floods my bloodstream.

Karl Jonathan.

The bastard has finally reached out.

The message is brief, containing a location and a time. With a short text.Come get the information you’re looking for.

I almost laugh.

Karl has spent weeks hiding from me.

Now he suddenly wants a meeting.

That alone tells me something is wrong.

But I don’t care.

Not enough to stay away.