The woman hums. “That may be so, but his wife sure is causing a commotion over here.”
Kirill grunts. “She won’t be a problem for much longer,” he dismisses. “Sulla will make sure of that. He took care of Elias with no problem; he’ll take care of her.”
“We’ll see,” the woman sounds skeptical. “As for your little problem. I’ll send 848 to take care of your little problem. She’s proven to be efficient at taking out unwanted pests.”
“She does it in spectacular fashion for me,” Kirill agrees.
Kenzi. They are talking about sending Kenzi to take out Andrei.
“Get her on the phone,” I hiss at Mark. “Quick.”
Another beat of silence. Another moment of holding our breath, waiting in anticipated suspense for Kenzi to pick up the phone.
Nothing.
“She’s not answering.”
Dima swears.
“Who are you trying to reach?” Ivan questions.
“Kenzi.”
“Ward?” he asks incredulously. “What does she have to do with this?”
Smirking, my forehead raises in mock surprise that my older brother doesn’t know about the remaining Ward twin.
“Guess you didn’t do your research all that well, brother,” I snark.
“Shove it and tell me what you know,” he huffs over the comm line. Dima laughs.
“Kenzi Ward was sold to the Dollhouse by her father,” I tell him. “Convincing everyone that she went to college overseas instead.”
“She told you this?”
“Yes,” I respond. “Originally, she was tasked to kill Ava. Luckily, an old friend of mine had an interest in the Dollhouse as well and had been monitoring certain chatter.”
“The three of them have a strong bond,” Ivan states. “Why would Kenzi willingly kill her sister? The Dollhouse must have known Kenzi wouldn’t follow through.”
“They twisted Libby’s death to make it appear as if Ava and I had her killed.” That organization knows no bounds. “It took some… convincing to get her to see the truth.”
“And you trust her?”
“Yes.” There is no hesitation in my reply.
“Okay.” Ivan takes a deep, calming breath. “What do we do next? If we can’t reach Kenzi and she isn’t aware of what the target means?—”
Dima beams.
“We need to make sure Kirill goes down first.” The darkness in his eyes swirls like a hurricane, his pupils dilating at the prospect of shedding blood. Fucking psychopath, that one.
“And how are we going to convince my father that Kirill is the enemy?”
I chuckle darkly.
“I’m going to rise from the dead.”
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