Page 149 of Twisted Pact
The night winds down slowly. Guests begin to leave, and Mila and I stand at the entrance, thanking people for coming. Sasha approaches with Tony still at her side.
“I’m heading back to my hotel,” she explains. “Early flight tomorrow.”
“Already?” Mila asks.
“I have to get back to London, but this was wonderful.” She hugs us both. “I’m so happy for you.”
Tony extends his hand again. This time, I take it just to feel his grip. Firm. Confident and calloused, I note. The handshake of someone used to getting what he wants.
“Congratulations again,” he says, “and remember what I said about that information.”
“I’ll keep it in mind.”
They leave together, with Sasha laughing at something Tony whispers. Dmitri moves to stand beside me.
“He’s trouble,” my brother observes.
“Agreed.”
“Want me to look into him?”
“Please.”
Mila tugs on my sleeve. “Can we go home now? I’m exhausted, and my feet are killing me.”
I scoop her into my arms despite her protests. “Then let’s go home, Mrs. Kozlov.”
She wraps her arms around my neck and grins. “I love the sound of that.”
“Good. Because you’re stuck with it forever.”
“Forever sounds perfect.”
I carry my wife to the car, and we drive back to the estate. Our home. Our future. Whatever Tony Haugh wants, and whatever questions he’s asking, we’ll handle it together.
Just like we handle everything else.
