Page 63 of Torn Souls

Underestimating your enemy is never a good idea.

“Unfortunately, my schedule is full,” I tell him, my tone bland.

Yes, my schedule is full. That includes a meeting at a warehouse downtown that has just come on the market. A warehouse that used to be owned by Morozov, as if I wouldn’t find out that information.

We already know the meeting is a set-up.

Chambers went through with the auction to sell his daughter on the dark web. He didn’t give himself nearly enough time to take me out of the equation and now he needs to deliver his daughter. There’s just one problem with that—we won’t ever let her go.

Before Chambers can argue with me, I let out a soft sigh, “How about this? How about you come over for dinner tomorrow at the house? You can see where your daughter has been living and make sure she’s been taken care of while also getting an update on all things wedding.”

He’s never going to make it to that dinner.

He thinks he hid his tracks when he functioned as a front man for the sale of the warehouse. There’s no doubt in my mind that he’ll show up there. He’ll want to see us taken down so that he can snatch Oaklynn to fulfill his side of the auction.

He has no idea that we’re the buyer. As if I would ever allow anyone else to think they’d have a claim on her, even if it was through an illegal auction site.

“I would like to see how Oaklynn is adjusting,” Chambers tries to sound like a caring father, but he falls short.

The glee in his voice thinking that his plans are about to be carried out successfully can’t be hidden.

“I’ll send a driver to pick you up tomorrow evening at six,” I tell him before hanging up without hearing his answer.

“I hate that man,” Maxim growls as he glares at the phone.

He’s not alone in that. I shoot my brother a look of understanding before turning my focus on Baker. His jaw is set in a firm line; he’s not a fan of walking into the meeting today knowing full well that it’s a set-up.

But we have to.

There’s no other way.

And it’ll get our first problem out of the way and dealt with. I have a feeling Mikhail will go underground again when his plan doesn’t work, but he won’t be ablet to take as much time to regroup. He won’t be able to let it go and his anger will start to take over.

A man can only take so many hits before he reacts in anger instead of strategizing first.

Mikhail is just like his father.

“Wolfe, Dominic, and Hendrix have been in place since before dawn,” Baker informs us, his tone clipped. “It seems Lev has been living in the warehouse. No sign of Mikhail and they’ll let us know when Chambers shows up.”

I look at the time and nod. We need to leave and head over to the warehouse for the meeting which is really an ambush. But the men we have watching our backs are better trained.

When I look at Huck, he nods and stands. “I’ll monitor the cameras from home. Oaklynn and I will be safe in my office.”

There’s no doubt in my mind that they’ll be safe there. Huck’s room is far more than his office; it’s also a safe room with the full capabilities of running the empire I’ve been growing and withstanding an attack of a much larger scale than Mikhail can launch.

Huck is out of the door a moment later. No goodbye. No good luck. We don’t need it. He knows he’ll see us soon and that we’ll be one step closer to ridding the city of everything that threatens our place in it.

I stand along with Baker and Maxim. The three of us pull our weapons and check them over before holstering them again and striding out of my office. We don’t even glance Betty’s way as she calls to us. I’m sure she has her tits hanging out again, but I’m not interested in seeing them.

As we ride the elevator down, Maxim murmurs, “She’s going to be a liability sooner rather than later.”

I adjust my tie and then the sleeves of my suit jacket while I nod. “Probably. It’s a good thing she doesn’t know anything about our business. She can try to use the limited information she has access to, and we’ll take care of it if that happens.”

“I have a feeling Oaklynn will take care of her before any of us get the chance,” Baker chuckles and I can’t help but grin at his words.

Our woman could hurt Betty. The fact that she let Betty walk away after insulting her is a testament to our woman’s control.

Watching her control bend and break as she is lost in passion is one of my favorite things. We’ll need to take her to bed soon and show her exactly how we can work together to give her pleasure. I know she’ll love every moment of.

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