Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
After watching Brecken be arrested and deported under the guise of espionage, trade continued without fault until Vasily proved it is rare for asshats like him to learn from their mistakes—especially when a shit ton of money is on the table.
He continued “watering down” the stock, putting more than his life at risk. When the Sicilians demanded answers, Vasily had limited scapegoats, so you can picture his excitement when his father mistook me as Feo.
He thought all his Christmases had come at once and that all his father had to do was schmooze me—Feo—back into his family’s cooked books so it looked like I was a part of his trade, and he’d once again remove the target from his back by placing it on mine.
Vasily’s plan caught a snag for the second time the night I finger fucked Polina at their “engagement” party.
Even someone with his head lodged up his kid’s ass as far as Leon’s couldn’t miss the electricity brewing between Polina and me.
Leon knew something wasn’t right, so he started digging.
His burrow unearthed a ton of shit Kliment gained access to the night I was drugged. But instead of looking at the information and determining that his son is a conniving piece of shit, Leon went into protective dad mode.
He set out to prove Polina was using Vasily, completely unaware that his ruse would place his son’s life in more danger than a supposed money-hungry gold-digger seeking a not-so-tight prenup.
Brecken’s alias of a schoolteacher was brilliant. With a pair of glasses settled on his wonky nose and his designer threads switched out for a plaid short-sleeved dress shirt, he screamed Dork 101. No one had any clue just how skilled of an officer he was.
His numerous operations on foreign turf netted some of the biggest child trafficking rings the CIA had seen, but one case stayed with him longer than the rest.
No one was looking for Polina in the vent Alek placed her in when their father was chasing them with a steel pipe. As far as Brecken’s crew knew, the perp was hanging from the rafters with his wife dead at his side and his son on his deathbed. They had no clue one of the little girls in the videos Alek’s dad distributed across the globe was his own daughter.
It was only when the faintest grumble of a hungry stomach escaped from the air vent did Brecken order the crime scene to be shut down. It took him twenty minutes to discover Polina, and when he did, he responded quickly and without thought, which scared the shit out of the child who’d spent the last sixteen hours hiding.
Brecken said handing Polina over to a child services officer was one of the hardest things he’d ever done, but he believed she would be taken care of.
When that wasn’t the case, he went against the advice of his handler and placed his name into the basket to take care of Polina. It meant he had to be moved from child trafficking to drug and weapon distribution, but since he believed the benefits would far exceed the negatives, he pushed forward with his application.
He’s never once regretted his decision, not even when he stumbled onto a drug ring being run out of a shopfront next door to Polina’s clothing boutique.
Since Polina never ventured into the basement of her store, too frightened by its dark, damp conditions, Vasily used her empty basement to store the stock he stole by “watering down” the real products with chemicals.
Polina had never met the tenant next door until a tear Leon caused to Vasily’s suit when he caught him screwing his secretary on his desk saw them entering Polina’s boutique that day over ten months ago to replace it.
Although at the start Vasily’s interests in Polina were motivated purely by sex, he soon saw additional benefits of dating the blonde-haired beauty. He needed a bride to secure his inheritance, and what better person to use to do that than a woman he knew was desperate to reunite with her father?
Vasily thought the world had landed at his feet when he discovered the picture in the wallet he’d stolen from evidence matched the blonde his father was bedazzled by in under a second, but he vastly misunderstood the lengths real men go to protect the people they love.
The sirens the night I broke Vasily’s hand weren’t for me. In my anger, I forgot it takes Kronstadt PD almost thirty minutes to respond to a domestic disturbance. I learned that the hard way numerous times when I was a kid.
They were there for Brecken, but instead of taking him to Kronstadt PD to be charged for entering the country illegally, the corrupt officers handed him over to the Sicilians, whose lingering suspicions catapulted the instant they discovered the man Vasily claimed to have killed was alive and well.