Kirill, the man Matthias thought was his father, started the human trafficking ring we know as the Chameleon Agency, and was a member of the stupid secret society thing.
Oh, and he is dead.
And his biological father is here to help.
Because he is the head of the Russian Bratva.
Like, the head honcho.
ThePakhansof allPakhans.
I am going to be sick.
The helicopter ride is short. An easy ninety minutes, which is plenty of time for my husband to catch me up on all the shit he has been doing as a dead man. The Archer/Ivan thing still gets me though.
I owe that man a swift right hook to the jaw.
Twat waffle.
“The penthouse might not be secure,” my father tells Matthias. “But we’re going to need all the evidence from the vault if we want to piece everything we’ve all learned together.” Matthias nods in agreement.
“Have your lower-tiered men move to a safe house,” my father says. “The rest of you can come stay with us. I doubt anyone will look for you there.”
Except someonewouldknow we’re there. I go to say something, but Matthias’s elbow jabs me in the side.
“Sounds good,” he agrees. “I’ll have Tony drive you.”
Nodding, my father kisses my forehead gently before striding out the lobby doors. All my time here and I never knew there was a helipad on the top of the building. It is kind of cool in a billionaire tycoon kind of way.
“Wait for me outside with Kristian,” Matthias tilts his head at the burly security guard that monitors the lobby doors. He is a good guy with a sucky name. Not that I hold it against him, I just refuse to call him by it, opting for Kris instead.
The man has never seemed to mind.
“Okay,” I whisper, clutching the boxes to my chest.
“Good girl.”
And there go my panties. Matthias bends down and kisses me softly before following Maksim and Vas into the elevator that leads down to the subbasement level where the vault is held.
“Ma’am.” Kris opens the glass door for me and tilts his head toward the large fountain area a little further from the building. “There’s a bench just over there we can sit at until they return.”
I grin and nod. “Thanks.”
He leads me to the large wooden bench that sits just in front of a small fountain that is the building’s main focal point in the front. The building is as much of a business hub as it is a home. Not just for me but also for many of my men.
No, not mine any longer.
Matthias’s.
A small part of me mourns the loss of beingPakhan. I doubt Matthias is planning to let me help him run anything. Not that I want to run anything with him.
He lied to me. Kept secrets. I wept for him, killed for him, and he isn’t even dead.
We may be getting along now, but that doesn’t mean I will just crawl back to him. I tried that before and look where it got me.
Nowhere.
When he thought I betrayed him, I did everything I could to draw him back in. To get him to trust me again and build back some of what we had before.