Page 64 of Plunge into Obsession

“By setting you up with my supplier. The… what is the English name…smert’s kosoy…the Grim Reaper.”

I looked up at him. “I have never heard of this person.”

He shook his head. “No, Mr. Mendez. And that’s a good thing, is it not? Isn’t that why not many people know you killed your little brother for the throne?”

He grinned, and I didn’t show my emotion, but I could feel a tinge of annoyance moving inside me that steadily became anger.

“I’m not interested in meeting with your supplier. Now, if you’re done…”

I looked back down at my laptop, not really seeing the numbers.

I had never heard of a man by that nickname.

In our world, it was smart to operate under a pseudonym, but if this man was good, wouldn’t I have already heard of it?

Antonov shifted a little in his seat before he placed a white card next to my laptop, blank save for a line of numbers.

I looked back up at him.

“In case you change your mind. The Vasiliev Bratva might rule now, but there have been whispers on the street. A wind of unease touching people’s ears. And when people feel uneasy, they act without thinking. I would hate to see everything your father had worked hard to build go up in smoke because you don’t know how to make better friends.”

With that, he stood and walked away.

I picked up the card and took a picture. I sent it, along with the fucker’s name, to Raphael before I made the call to Damien.

He picked up on the first ring.

“We might have a problem,” I said.

10

BIANCA

I wasn’t really seeinganything as Kaia drove us to work.

I had been feeling off ever since I woke up in Gabriel’s bed, only to find he had left for New York and left me a note that said cryptically,Soon.

I still didn’t know what that one word meant, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. The feeling that Gabriel wasn’t a good man came back.

The rumors of him having ties with the cartel were back in my mind, and perhaps it wasn’t a rumor at all, but the truth.

And I’d slept with the man.

And I missed him.

Raphael had found me after work last night and assured me Gabriel was coming back.

Why did he feel the need to reassure me of that?

Was it because Gabriel had said something to him?

I didn’t know.

I rolled down the window and turned my face toward it, feeling almost unbearably hot.

I had been hot for the past three weeks, and though it was warm in New Mexico now, this seemed to be more unusual than normal.

It also didn’t help that I had been so tired lately, but I had picked up more shifts at the club, trying to keep busy and stop thinking about Gabriel too much.

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