His (Ties That Bind #2) - Natasha Knight Page 0,25
And now, it’s my turn to show mine.
I punch in the numbers, glancing at the SUV where Kat and Josh are securely tucked inside. The phone rings three times before Vasily picks up, half-breathless.
“Ivan,” he grunts. “What the fuck—”
“I’m afraid Ivan can’t come to the phone right now,” I cut him off. “Or ever again, assuming that was the man you sent after my family today.”
There is a moment of silence and then a low growl. “Levka.”
“Hello, Uncle. I think perhaps it is time we discuss this business between us like men.”
“Like men?” He snorts. “A man wouldn’t run from his problems.”
“A man wouldn’t order the death of another man’s woman behind his back,” I return. “But I am coming to realize with each passing day that you were never a man at all. First my mother, your own blood, and now me? Is there anyone you will not betray to save your own skin?”
“Fuck you,” he spits into the phone. “You shot Andrei. Your cousin. My son! Who the fuck do you think you are?”
My grip on the phone tightens as I lower my voice, so that he can be sure I’m in a rational mind. “I’m the man who’s going to destroy you.”
“I will send every soldier at my disposal after you. I will tear this country apart until your blood is spilled. And that of your son’s—”
“You know, I am growing very tired of your empty threats.” I meet Maxim’s gaze as he returns to his car, nodding in my direction. “So, I think I will explain this in terms you can understand. Call off your fucking dogs now, or I will have no choice but to unleash every one of your dirty secrets for the entire world to see.”
“Secrets.” He laughs darkly. “You have nothing on me.”
“Oh, but I do. That drive you were so intent on finding? I have that list of names. And it’s funny what connections you can make from such a simple document. Like the fact that the neighbor you murdered in my mother’s building was a retired fed.”
Silence is the only response on the other end of the line, and if it wasn’t for his heavy breathing, I wouldn’t even be sure he was still there. But I’ve got his attention now. And I’m going to run with it.
“There is also the cop that you killed,” I continue. “My mother. Nina’s father. After all, it’s his name on your list. How many others? Too many connections to count. Deaths that can all be linked back to you.”
“You wouldn’t fucking rat on your family,” he snarls. “You may be a lot of things, Lev, but a snitch isn’t one of them.”
“I’ll do whatever it takes to secure my future,” I assure him. “Even if that means throwing you to the wolves.”
“I think you’re forgetting something.” His voice changes to one of amusement. “Betray the Vory, and you will bring down a whole world of pain on yourself. So, go ahead, talk to the feds. See what happens.”
“Ahh... but that’s the thing. I’m not betraying the Vory, am I? I’m only betraying you. Who sanctioned all these hits? I don’t think I need to tell you that the chain of command was broken in every instance.”
“And I think you’re forgetting something,” Vasily replies. “A Vor will always back another Vor. You were never inducted. If it comes down to you or me, it will always be me.”
“We’ll see.”
On the other end of the line, I can hear him twisting the seal of his beloved vodka. He won’t admit that I have him at a disadvantage. I already knew he wouldn’t back down. Even if it costs him his freedom, he will never let a slight go unpunished.
“You think you are so smart,” he says finally. “Calling me to threaten me like a little bitch. But there is a complication that you did not foresee. Something even I did not see. Perhaps you care to venture a guess?”
In the pit of my stomach, I know what he’s referring to. But he’s testing me. He wants to know if I know about Kat’s relation to Gleb, which means that he’s made the connection himself. It’s the only thing he could be referring to.
“Maybe I won’t kill your little bitch when I find her,” he says, answering my unspoken thoughts. “She might come to be useful after all. You, however, I can’t say the same for.”
“So, this is how you choose to proceed?” My hand balls