Brutal Secrets (The Night Governor Bratva Book 1) by Raven Carlyle

Author:Raven Carlyle [Carlyle, Raven]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-05-23T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Seven

I’m done. Done with taking orders from men who don’t have my welfare at heart. Fuck that shit. The only people I can seem to trust these days are the people on my payroll. It sucks that it’s come to this, but I will not blindly follow orders from a man who says he doesn’t want a relationship with his own daughter.

I look at the bags stacked by the door. I inhale deeply, willing myself to be calm after hearing gunfire on the other end of the line. “What have we packed?”

Nona picks up a list and starts counting off everything she’s prepared. “Passports. Money. Phones. Nadia’s asthma medication. Clothes. Cards from your Japanese bank account. Harder to trace.”

I smile at Nona. Always five steps ahead, whether she’s making dinner or packing to go on the run. God knows, she’d be the CEO of something if she hadn’t had to flee a war when her kids were young.

“Okay. Let me call the security guys from the last tour. I need someone I can count on,” I say.

I stroll into the bedroom and pick up the phone. Nadia’s making a video in her room as she chatters to her dolls. One minute she wants black contacts and the next she’s playing with a dollhouse and wanting me to rock her to sleep.

Taking a deep breath, I dial Double Canopy, the ex-military guys who ran security for my last tour. Dex served with my dad in Okinawa before he set up his own gig. If I trust anyone’s advice, it’s his.

“Double Canopy,” the deep voice booms down the line.

The tightness in my shoulders softens when I hear his voice, and I’m centered once again. Even if he can’t run security for us right now, he’ll know what to do.

“Dex. Thank god you answered. I’m in a pickle.”

“How serious? Cornichon or cucumber?”

I snort. I don’t want to start thinking about penis-shaped vegetables. “Well, it’s a kind of Russian pickle. Remember I told you about Nadia’s father?”

“What? You found him?”

“Stumbled across him, more like. I was out with Stevie at some club in Brooklyn and after ten years of searching, there he was. Suffice to say, he wasn’t pleased to see me.”

I laugh bitterly as I run through the last twenty-four hours. The burner phones. The instruction to go down to the deli and find the man with the spider tattoo. I skip the part where he pressed his lips to my forehead and I could taste how it had been between us.

Dex is wheezing with laughter now. “Seriously? He asked you to go to a deli and meet a man with a spider tattoo? That sounds like one of those movies where you’re shouting at the screen, ‘You idiots are too stupid to live!’” His voice levels off now, and he sounds more serious as he says, “I really shouldn’t need to tell you this. You do not leave to go to a second location with a man you don’t know.”

“Right, Dex.” I smile, imagining his face right now.

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