“Because you’re so rigid,” I teased.
“And that’s why Patriot is good for you. He’s solid and reliable and a protector by nature.”
“Yeah, he is.”
Nylah smiled and then changed the subject which I appreciated. I wasn’t sure where my relationship with Patriot was headed and didn’t want to speculate.
“There is one hell of a party going on out there. Tits and ass everywhere but the guys are on alert and not drinking as much as usual.”
“You think they’re preparing for something big?”
“Definitely. Rael is extra agitated and begged me to take the weekend off. He said it was club business but I think it’s related to you and those damn Russians.”
“You’re right.”
“Shit,” she whispered. “We’ll stick together then. Might as well lay low. We can watch some movies and eat a bunch of junk food.”
“Sounds good.”
Making plans with my sister was a great idea. I missed her and we had a lot of missed years to catch up on.
“There’s something you should know, Nylah.”
“Uh oh.”
“An assassin was sent to the hospital.”
“What!? Were you hurt?”
“No. Patriot took care of him.”
“Oh shit.”
“The Russians and that Black Market Railroad will never stop. They’ll keep hunting me down until I’m dead. I know too much, Nylah. I’m a loose end and a liability.”
She shook her head and then pulled me in tight for a hug. “The Royal Bastards will figure this out. They’ll make sure you’re safe.”
“I hope so.”
The reality was that every single member of this club was in danger because they took me in. I wasn’t stupid. Resnikov would finish the job and kill me next time. That Russian piece of shit was dangerous. He was the one in charge above Alexi and Solonik. When they died, he was left with the burden of making up for the loss.
He had to be pissed.
Alexi Voltoy was the nephew of Vladimir Solonik. One of the most powerful men in the country. The Black Market Railroad employed men all over the U.S., picking up girls and trafficking them into Canada and Alaska. Hundreds of women stolen from their lives and sold as sex slaves all over the world. Russia was only a springboard. They had business in every single country.
No one could stop Resnikov and the other Bratva crime lords. They were too powerful.
All I could think of was my friend Katya who was still their property and she was pregnant. Did they threaten to take her baby? End her pregnancy? Beat her for becoming pregnant and losing profits?
I had no clue and that wasn’t okay.
My thoughts were interrupted when a commotion outside the door alerted us and it swung open, banging into the wall. Patriot seemed highly distressed along with Rael as he appeared beside him.
“Mimi, there’s someone at the main gate asking for you.”
Surprised, I didn’t have a clue who would know I was here. “I don’t understand.”
“A young woman. She’s dirty and skinny with short blonde hair. Said her name was Desi.”