splayed in front of him.
Vlad doesn’t spare me a glance. His jaw is tight and his beard appears thicker today, casting an ominous shadow on his face. He’s been in a pissed mood since I released Kyle that day, and he completely stopped talking to me when he found out I took Kyle back.
He tried to shoot him the following morning. Needless to say, Kyle got his own gun, ready to murder him as well. So I stood between them to stop their madness and told Vladimir he has no evidence against Kyle and, therefore, he can’t shoot him. Something for which Kyle smirked at while he pulled me possessively to his side by the waist.
“I don’t even know you anymore,” Vlad told me. “When you go back to being the Rai I recognize, come talk to me.”
That was about a week ago, and to say I don’t miss Vlad’s companionship would be a lie. If it were the old days, he would’ve been the first to help me brainstorm about Kirill and Damien.
Sighing, I greet Sergei by kissing his hand and then remain standing. “You asked for me?”
“Yes. You did well, Rai.”
I stare at the three men present. “Concerning what?”
“Kai,” Sergei explains with a proud gleam. “His leader, Abe, is open to negotiations, and it’s all thanks to you.”
I smile. “It’s my duty.”
I knew Kai’s profit-oriented brain would be favorable for a lucrative partnership.
Vlad grunts under his breath, but he says nothing. He’s like a grumpy large bear who finds it a chore to speak.
“If there isn’t anything else, I’ll go to work,” I tell Sergei.
“No, no. Since you started this, you have to take it to the very end.”
I halt in my tracks and face him. My granduncle appears healthier lately, his face less darkened and his coughs seldom making appearances. It gives me hope that I don’t want to have, like the hope I had when Dedushka’s heart condition got worse. I thought he was stronger than the world, but he left me. Sergei will leave too.
Everyone does.
I shoo those thoughts away and ask, “What do you mean?”
“We have a meeting with Kai and Abe today.”
“And?”
Sergei exchanges a look with Igor, who speaks on his behalf. “Abe specifically asked for you, Kirill, and Damien.”
“He did?” I stare incredulously. “Wouldn’t it make more sense if Igor goes?”
“That’s what I said,” Kyle’s fake father agrees. “Damien, of all people, shouldn’t be anywhere near a strategic meeting.”
He can say that again.
“It can’t be helped.” Sergei stands. “Can I trust you, Rai?”
“Of course.”
“Keep that wild dog on a leash,” Igor tells me, appearing uneasy as if we’re heading straight to a disaster, which might as well be the case.
Kirill, Damien, and me in a meeting all on our own?
Yeah, this needs a word stronger than disaster.
16
Rai
The meeting is set in a traditional Asian restaurant with private rooms.
It’s one of the places where the Yakuza conduct their outside meetings. If I remember correctly, they own this one.
Our guards remain outside as we agreed on beforehand.
Damien, Kirill, and I arrive a bit early, so the three of us are sitting on the floor. Damien is beside me to the right, and Kirill chose to sit opposite me even though there’s room on my left.
The table is empty except for a ceramic teapot that rests in the middle. Every five minutes, a waitress comes to refill our teacups.
“Don’t you have some vodka in here?” Damien barks, and the slim woman flinches at the strength of his voice. She’d probably piss her pants if he showed any hint of his Russian accent. He’s really a bull.
“No need to yell at the lady.” Kirill smiles, speaking in a smooth, suave voice. “Can you please get us some vodka? Our friend here lacks class and is not a fan of tea.”
She mirrors his smile, falling right into his fake charm. “Right away, sir.”
As soon as the wooden door slides shut behind her, Kirill’s smile vanishes. “How long are they going to keep us waiting? Is this a tactic?”
I take a sip of my tea and relish the relief it creates at the bottom of my stomach. “The question should be why they chose the three of us.”
“Especially you,” Kirill says with condescension.
“Why should that be a surprise when I’m the one who brought Kai around?”
“Did you use some lady skills?” Kirill taunts. “Does that tool husband of yours know?”
“No, but if you really want him to know about something, I can tell him about your own set