“What do you know?”
“I know enough not to mess up the job they hired me to do. That’s why I had to ask you last minute.” Her voice drops. “I looked them up after I booked the job. Not all of it is public, obviously, but there’s enough. These people are powerful, Sienna.”
My grip tightens on the phone. “How powerful?”
Another pause.
Then, quietly, “I think they’re part of the Russian mafia.”
“You think?” I blanch.
For a second, I just stare at the floor.
No. No, of course not. Of course the impossibly controlled, heavily tattooed, silver-haired man who can make people shut up with two words and make problems disappear is not just some rich father of the groom. Of course this had to be worse.
“Sienna?” Talia says. “Did something happen?”
I open my mouth.
The door moves behind me.
I turn.
Viktor is standing there.
He must have pushed it the rest of the way open without a sound. He fills the doorway easily, dark suit, rolled cuffs, that unreadable face. He looks from me to the phone in my hand and back again.
“Who are you talking to?” he asks.
My throat goes dry.
Talia is still there, a small, urgent voice in my ear now. “Hello? Sienna? Hello?”
I don’t answer either of them.
Viktor steps inside and shuts the door behind him.
The room gets smaller at once.
“Sienna,” Talia says, more urgent now. “What’s going on?”
Viktor holds out his hand.
I don’t move.
“Who are you?” I ask him.
He doesn’t answer. He just comes closer, takes the phone from my hand before I can stop him, lifts it to his ear for the barest second, then ends the call and sets it face down on the side table.
Anger rises through me enough to cut through the fear. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Several things,” he says. “At the moment, the most pressing one is you trying to learn about me from someone else.”
I step toward the table. He shifts once, and that’s all it takes. He’s in my way again, not touching me, just there, broad and impossible to get around without making contact.
“I’m leaving.”
“No.”