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up in his new role as the boss of the Eastern European region. He’s given up on the jewels and ordered all tracking to be stopped. He’s set up a new branch of the jewels—he’s starting over again.”
I stare at her. I won’t allow him to torture and torment these new girls.
“This is why we had to do this, Maxim,” Elena states.
“We’ve been keeping an eye on Grace in your absence. She’s safe,” another agent adds.
“How is she?” I ask the table.
No one answers.
“She’s devastated.” Elena lets her tears fall. “I’m so sorry, brother. You deserve a chance at happiness and Grace deserves a life without looking over her shoulder.”
My heart feels like it’s being ripped out of my chest. “You really believe Dmitri is over Grace?”
“Yes,” Elena says confidently.
“Thanks to your hacking, we have been able to monitor Dmitri’s phone, emails, and computer,” one of the older men states.
“And there’s no mention of Grace?”
“The only mention was to leave the jewels alone. Let them stay dead. His words.”
“Grace is truly free?” I don’t want to get excited yet.
“We will continue to monitor him, and if there is any mention of Grace or her family, you will be the first to know.”
Fuck, maybe there is a silver lining to this mess. As long as she’s safe that is all I can hope for. I hate that it had to come at the cost of a broken heart for her. I can watch her from afar. It will kill me to see her fall in love with someone else. Get married, have children, but the fact that she can do that, that’s all I need. This is my karma for all the lives I’ve taken. Having to watch my soulmate from a distance and never being able to touch her again.
“Mr. Vasiliev, we do have a favor to ask. More like a proposition.”
I stare at the table of suits.
“We would like you to work with us.”
“Excuse me?” They must be joking.
“Your skills would be an asset to this department.”
“What, that I kill people?”
“Among other things,” the man says, clearing his throat. “Your sister has indicated that you might not necessarily want to do that line of work anymore?”
“She’s right. I gave that up for Grace.”
“Then we would like to offer you a job as a hacker. None of our men have been able to get into Dmitri’s systems.”
“Sergei helped me,” I say because it was not all me.
“That’s something we’d like to talk to him about, too, maybe in the future.”
“You’re being serious? You want me to be a hacker for the CIA?”
“Yes. We understand that you also work closely with Damon Denim, he works with us, too.”
My head explodes—Damon is CIA?
“Freelance mostly. We have assigned him to look after the Russian Department, specifically the Bratva. We would like you to join him. He’s already been informed of the situation with regard to your death.”
