Page 2 of Secret Bratva Baby
Both Ark and I turn towards Yilian, our ears prickling for more information. It must be about the operation we set up earlier this week. The truck left our other warehouse early this morning—a very purposeful and targeted trap for a specific rival group who has been messing with us.
“Yes?” Yilian says, pacing up and down. “Okay.” He glances at us, noting the expectation on our faces. But he says nothing and looks away again.
I clench my jaw. Can’t he give me some kind of indication? A thumbs up. A thumbs down.
He wanders off into the warehouse, still talking on the phone.
“He’s not giving anything away,” Ark grumbles. “Do you think it worked?”
“For sure. Those idiots are going to be furious when they realize they’ve wasted their energy on bricks. They’ll be so embarrassed by the whole thing that they’ll lie low for a while and leave us alone. It’ll give us time to get ahead on things. And it’ll teach them not to underestimate us.”
“Mm. I hope so,” Ark says, staring in the direction Yilian walked. He suddenly turns back towards me with mischief in his eyes. “So, about the drink.”
“No,” I sigh.
“Fine. What about the blondie?”
“No.”
“You’re seriously boring. Is it because she’s blonde? Do you want a redhead? What’s your vibe, man?”
“Nothing. Nothing is my vibe except getting this shit done and for you to get out of my hair.”
Ark grins.
“I know a cute goth chick? What about that?”
“Ark, I’m about to punch you right in the face. Give it up already.”
We’re still arguing when Yilian comes back, slipping his phone into his pocket, brows furrowed. I don’t really like the look on his face.
“Why doesn’t it look like good news?” I ask, my shoulders tensing.
“No, it’s good news. It worked. Those assholes are furious. They spent a good few hours hauling crates of bricks out of the hijacked truck after blowing its tires out. Then they hauled those same bricks to their warehouse.”
“Okay—that sounds like a success. Why are you upset?”
“Ugh, just my informant said that their rivals are so pissed off that instead of leaving us alone, they’re hell-bent on getting revenge.”
I chuckle. “We really pissed them off then. Embarrassed them properly.”
“We did, but listen, man, the informant mentioned a name. Their target that they plan to use against us—"
Yilian looks so uncomfortable that I put down the clipboard I’m holding, setting it on the top of one of the crates, in order to give him my full attention. “Yilian, talk to me, man, it can’t be that bad. Who are they going after? We can send protection.”
He takes a deep breath, pressing his lips tightly together for a moment, then lets it out with a loud huff.
“Rose Harper,” he says tensely.
My heart stills in my chest, then drops to the pit of my stomach.
“Rose Ann,” I whisper her name, quiet and filled with emotion.
“Yeah, man. I have no idea why they are going after her. Like what they expect to achieve with that—she’s so far in your past, it doesn’t make sense.”
Ark frowns, scrunching his nose. “Isn’t that the chick you were head over heels for a couple of years back?”
I turn away from Ark and Yilian. I need a moment to pull my thoughts together. My head is going crazy. Why would they bring Rose into this?
