Page 92 of The Last Hope

We headed up to the top floor and entered Grigori’s office. He was sitting behind his desk, with Elif perched on the armrest of his chair.

“The boys ?” I asked, settling onto one of the couches.

“In bed with Selina in their room. While we had the scare of our lives, they had the adventure of theirs,” she said with a small smile, though it faded quickly.

“We could have laughed about this day if it weren’t for that stain called Agata,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. I tried not todwell on that viper’s actions—otherwise, I’d find myself in her bedroom with my9mmshoved down her throat.

“Did you do what I asked ?” I questioned Elif.

She nodded. “No Ignatiev will attend the meetings for the next three months.”

I nodded, turning to Grigori with an expectant look, “they won’t have any hand in our business for the next two months. That’s about six million dollars in losses for them. Gleb tried to negotiate, but he got nothing,” he said, resting his hand on his wife’s thigh.

“Good. I don’t want that woman coming anywhere near here,” I said, leaning back into the chair and gripping the armrests, the image of Selina flashing through my mind.

“Don’t worry, she won’t even get close to the property,” Elif reassured me.

“She can try if she wants a hole in the middle of her forehead,” Roman added, sitting on the edge of the table, Elif smacked the back of his head, rolling her eyes.

“Let’s get some sleep,askim,” Grigori said, standing and pulling Elif with him. She waved at us before closing the door behind them.

“I don’t know about you guys, but this day gave me a boost. I’m going to check out tonight’s race—who’s coming with me ?” Roman asked, grinning.

Sasha just shook his head, eyes glued to his phone.

“Like you need us. Your pack would gather anywhere and anytime for you,” I remarked, watching him.

His grin widened, that dangerous glint appearing in his eyes—the same one he always had when talking about his brothers-in-arms.

“They’re not around right now. Just a little race to handle,” he said, getting up.

“A little race ? Where ? Iraq ? Afghanistan ? North Korea ?” Sasha asked, finally looking up from his phone.

“That,moybrat, is a little secret,” Roman smirked, stopping behind me. He squeezed my shoulder. “I’m glad the boys are okay,moy brat.”

I nodded, silently thanking him.

“As for you, Shasha…” Roman teased, calling Sasha by the nickname he despised. Our brother scowled, waiting for the rest of the sentence—but it never came. Instead, Roman snatched the cushion from behind my back and hurled it at Sasha’s face.

Sasha caught it mid-air, but his phone fell to the floor. By the time he stood up, Roman was already gone. I chuckled at the expression on his face—it was the same one he used to have as a kid whenever he got mad.

“I’m going to make him eat this damn cushion,” he growled, squeezing it in his hands.

But my amusement faded when I glimpsed the image on his phone screen—Sienna with a man. Sasha quickly bent to pick it up, but it was too late.

“Moybrat,” I said, inhaling deeply. “It’s time we talked.”

Sasha clenched his jaw, staring at me, then finally placed his phone on the desk and leaned back in his chair, shifting into business mode.

“I’m listening,moybrat,” he said, his sharp blue eyes locking onto mine.

“I convinced Selina and her sister to stay until we deal with Antonio. Of course, Sienna was harder to persuade—I had to negotiate. She agreed on the condition that she could leave theproperty whenever she wanted and that Kenji would pick her up at the—”

“Kenji ?” Sasha cut in, suddenly straightening.

Little shit.

“He’s the guy who was supposed to help them escape in Russia—” Sasha suddenly stood, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants.

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