Page 28 of Bratva Prince
“No, I don’t,” he snapped, making me balk back in surprise. “Ivan, listen to me—”
“No!” I shouted, losing control of my cool, feeling myself about to snap. “You have the wrong person.”
“Idon’t, Ivan. I spent all of yesterday investigating this. It’s her.”
“Well, check again, and don’t bring me back here until you know for certain,” I said, turning to walk away but Mihailo grabbed my arm.How dare he touch me?He never behaves as such. What the fuck was he thinking?
“I do know. If you’d get your head out of the fucking clouds for five minutes, you’d realize she’s playing you—and if you’d have come with us to move Dominik’s body this morning, you’d realize it. But instead, you left us to fuck the little tramp.”
My fist connected with the side of his face, knocking him to the ground. I gripped him by his collar, jerking him up. “Watch your mouth when you speak of her,” I spat, dropping him to the ground. He never cowered once as he watched me with his eyes narrowed and a grimaced expression.
“So this is how you treat your friend?” he asked. “Your right-hand man? I do everything for you and you punch me over a girl? A girl who’s plotting against you, at that. If that’s how it is, then fine. Fuck you, too.”
He stood, swiping the blood from his nose and staring me down, not wavering in his step.
Reality hit me and I realized what I’d done. I just hit my best friend over some woman I just met.What the fuck was wrong with me?
I shook my head, sighing heavily. “You’re right. I’m sorry, Miki. That was wrong of me.”
He rolled his eyes and turned to walk in the cabin of the yacht. “Come on,” he said, motioning for me to follow without turning around. “And quit calling me that.”
I caught up to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and pulling him in for a side hug—which I know he hates—before I rubbed my hand through his hair to mess it up—which he hated even more.
He swatted me away and I laughed. Back to our typical banter. Me annoying him. Him pushing me away. Though, I think that deep down, he likes it. The asshole’s just too stubborn to admit it.
I took a seat at the desk, Mihailo sitting across from me. A manila folder waited on the dark mahogany in front of me.
“Take a look,” he said, gesturing to the folder.
With hesitation, I took the file, opening it slowly. A picture of Willow in the newspaper, the headline said something about a children’s charity. I recognized that smile all too well. Though, it wasn’t her real smile. Her eyes didn’t crinkle at the sides and she didn’t have that twinkle to them. Her smile was forced, like the one she had when she talked to that dickweed at the bar. “So, what?” I said, tossing the folder down.
“So…” Mihailo drawled out, waiting for me to connect the dots. “Don’t you recognize the man she’s with?”
“Her father? Yeah, she said he was an asshole politician.” She’d told me all about him and his cruelty, the way she feels trapped from him—and for a moment last night, I wanted to set her free, to give her that liberation she wanted more than anything else.
“You don’t know who he is? Take a closer look.”
Huffing, I grabbed the folder, looking to the page once more. I guess it would help if I stared at more than Willow. My eyes scanned over the man, and instantly, I knew who he was.
“Armon Egorov.”
That explains why she looked so familiar. Everything made sense now. Dominik was the son of a bitch who’d been stealing my weapons for Armon. The man who would take over for Armon. The man who would marry his daughter.
Too bad he’s dead.
That was how he knew I was in Greece. He must’ve been working with Willow from the start. How did I not piece it together sooner?
That bitch.
She was using me. Working with the enemy the entire time to double-cross me. Was she watching me the whole time? Telling Dominik when I left and where I went? Maybe that was why Dominik drew his gun, because I asked Willow to dinner.
What was she planning when she agreed to San Marino? God, I feel like a fucking idiot. How could I let her fool me? How could I be so stupid—soreckless—as to trust the enemy’s daughter?
Thank god Mihailo came to my rescue.
“Mihailo, you’ve earned yourself a raise.”
He smirked—unusual for him. “You’re goddamn right I did.”
