Page 139 of Wrapped in Perfection

I tell my brothers about the conversation.

Boris tilts his head, scowling. "Do you still want me to be patient? He already came after Nora. Now he's coming after Anna."

Maksim growls, "We do this the right way. The dynamics have not changed since our conversation earlier. We wait for Obrecht. He will give us an update today."

My heart beats faster. "So help me God, if he or anyone comes near my Anna, I will slice him to pieces in the middle of the street."

"Have security pull the video footage. I want to see who this delivery person is," Sergey says. "I'll go with you."

"I need to talk to Killian. Nora can't be left alone."

"Boris, let me go with you," Maksim says.

"Are you going to step between us when he tries to beat me to a pulp?" Boris asks with an amused look on his face.

Maksim sighs. "No. I'm going to try and talk some sense into him before he tries to kill you."

"Good luck with that." Sergey snorts.

"Looks like you got the easy job today." I pat Sergey on the back. "Let's go. Good luck, Boris. I hope we see you again," I tease, but part of me wonders how Killian is going to react. There's no way Killian is going to take the news well. He and Boris may be good friends, but we're Russian. The O'Malleys are as Irish as they come and want Nora to marry a fellow Irishman. And Killian isn't going to like that one of his best friends was going behind his back with his sister.

We get in the car, and I call Anna.

In Russian, she answers, "Is this my sexy Russian?"

I smile and reply, "I'll show you what's sexy when I get home, kotik."

Sergey grunts and rolls his eyes.

I kick him. "Mind your own business."

"What?" Anna asks.

"Sorry. Sergey is in the car coming back with me."

"Oh. Is everything okay?"

"Yes," I lie, not wanting to worry her. "We've got a few work issues to sort out."

"Well, I thought I'd make you breakfast. Is he hungry?"

"Is the pope Catholic?"

"Point taken. I was planning on wearing nothing but my apron, but since Sergey is coming, I guess I need to put some clothes on."

I groan. "I'm dropping him off, then."

She laughs. "I'll see you soon. Love you."

"Love you, too, kotik." I hang up. "Anna's making breakfast."

Sergey fist-pumps the air. "Yes! I'm starving."

"I didn't want to say this in front of Boris, since he's so hot right now, but Obrecht better hurry up. He's coming directly at our women. Giovanni must have done a horrible job teaching him about code," I admit.

"It surprises me. His father is as old-school as they come. You'd think Lorenzo would step into those shoes, instead of trying to rock the boat. The rest of his father's guys can't be happy with that."

Silence ensues.

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