Page 25 of Unbroken

I shake my head. "Not much. He made a couple of inferences but nothing in detail. Something I should know?"

"Not entirely sure you're safe at work," he says. "Vadka will tell you more, but I wanted to know if you've seen anything—heard anything—that could be suspicious."

I shake my head and think it over. "No, but what types of things?"

"New customers coming in. Illegal activity. People asking you questions or giving you a hard time."

I think back on the other night when that woman was almost drugged—how I had to call the bouncers. That was nothing truly out of the ordinary, though, since shit like that happens all the time…

"Nothing unusual," I tell him. "Nothing that really concerns me."

He nods. "If there is, I want you to let one of us know right away. Whoever you trust the most—it doesn't matter. We'll communicate."

"How long has Vadka known about this?" I ask curiously.

"We just found out," he says softly. Then he looks up at me, and his expression drops—almost angry.

"If your brother-in-law told you not to go to work, would you listen to him anyway?"

"It would depend on his reasoning," I answer, my voice hard. Just because I’m family by affiliation doesn’t make me obedient to any of them. "If it was good enough, maybe. But I don’t miss work, Semyon.”

He blows out a breath.

"I figured as much. But in the past few years, you were the one who spied for us. You got information that was sensitive and passed it on. And nothing's come across at all?"

My heart races, and I’m getting nervous now. He’s right. I haven’t heard anything or seen anything. Haven’t had anybody come to me.

If anything, that in itself is a warning sign.

I nod and tell him quietly,” Not at all.”

Semyon frowns. “The Irish killed your sister, Ruthie. Vadka has retaliated. It’s been a fucking bloodbath. You’re not safe."

God.Why haven’t I stayed in touch with Vadka? Asked questions? Why has nobody told me?

Maybe they didn’t know.

"Okay—what are you saying?"

Semyon blows out a breath and shoves his hands in his pockets.

"What I’m telling you is—I know you’re just his sister-in-law, but whatever the hell he tells you to do, do it. Especially if you have anything to do with him or his son. They’re ruthless, Ruthie.Ruthless. There’s nothing they won’t do.”

I look back toward Anya and Luka, suddenly afraid for my nephew.

"Don’t worry about them," Semyon says quietly. "We have three armed guards. They block and monitor each entrance—quietly. We don’t want to scare away the customers, but they’re there.”

I nod.

"Where are you going next?"

"We were going grocery shopping and then?—"

He shakes his head. "No. That’s not a good idea. Probably safest for you to stay here or go back to the family home.”

Okay. All right. I can do this.

Why hasn’t Vadka called me? Why does the warning have to come from Semyon?

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