“Right. Well, now that we’ve established that, off you fuck,” I said, giving him a scamper off motion with my fingers.
“Honestly, I’m just wondering if you’ve seen Vasiliev. Figured you might know where I could find him. You know, coordinates to the lake you dropped him in or the hole he’s buried in. Glad he seemed to put up a good fight because you look like you got your ass kicked.” He rubbed his nose, indicting my blackened eyes from B’s headbutt.
“Yeah, seems like a solid theory,” I said, nodding and pulling out a joint. I lit it and took a deep hit. “But I don’t know where your bitch is. I haven’t seen him.”
“If I find out you killed a lord, a fucking enforcer’s son, you’re dead. If you think shit’s bad now, just wait.”
“Like I said, I don’t know where your boy ran off to. Maybe he got sick of your shit and left. You know, like Bianca did.”
He shoved me hard in the chest, barely rocking me back. I followed up by landing a solid punch to his jaw. The crack was a sickening, satisfying vibration through my fist and arm. Before he could retaliate, his guys hauled him back.
He wiped at the blood on his lip as Levin joined my side.
“I want Vasiliev back. You have seventy-two hours to bring him to me alive. If you don’t, I’m going straight to D’Angelou to tell him everything. Your precious whore won’t be safe anymore. You fucking know it’s true.”
He backed away, glaring at me, before turning and striding back the way he came with his guys.
“We need to talk to Dom,” Levin said, watching as Ivanov returned to his spot. He’d arrived just in time.
“We gotta endure the rest of the day. If we leave now, it’ll look suspicious.”
Levin clapped me on the shoulder. “Fine, but leave the moment classes are out. Meet me in the back lot.”
“Right.”
We may be in more trouble than we'd thought because the way Ivanov was scowling made unease crawl through me.
But the real question was how to deliver a dead man to this asshole without risking B’s safety because I knew Dom wouldn’t just give in.
Just another fucking day in paradise.