Page 7 of Owned Bratva Bride
My phone rang just as Ivan swerved out of the street parking.
George.
I picked up.
“Hello, Eduard. I have something for you,” he informed, his voice muffled.
I sometimes wondered why he bothered with that introduction every single time when we both knew he had no other reason to call me than crucial information.
“What is it?” I demanded.
“Lucien Navarro is holding some kind of art showcase right here in Chicago. I wasn’t sure if it was just another noisy cover-up, so I came to see things for myself. It’s real.”
Just the mention of that name made my face tighten and my spine even straighter.
“You, of all people, know that it’s a close call but not close enough.”
“No, that’s not all,” he revealed, his voice now less muffled. “I didn’t just come here to confirm the event. I just confirmed that he’d be here.”
“Are you sure of this confirmation?”
“Totally. I would have waited for him to arrive before calling you, but I know you’re in Chicago. I didn’t want it to be too late before I got the information across.”
“Good. I was just heading to the airport.”
“Ah, good timing. But his coming isn’t even all.”
“Next thing I know, you’re going to ask me to guess,” I remarked.
His small chuckle was enough humor for both of us.
“Lucien Navarro is on his way with his woman,” he dropped, his voice low again.
“His wife?”
“Exactly. The possession he hides away from everyone.”
Now, this is the kind of news that makes me smile.
“Where is the art show happening?”
“I’ll send you the address.”
“Thank you.”
I ended the call.
The text came in almost immediately.
“An art showcase in the heart of Chicago, Navarro is really bold,” I mused.
“Where are we going, Boss?”
“The Loop.”
“Change of plans. We’re heading over to the Loop,” he shared through his earpiece. “Should I call Mina to change our flight schedule?”
“Eventually. But not until I see Navarro at this showcase. We might need an extra seat, not just a schedule change.”
