Harrison pulls out his phone. “Leni. I know you’re on holiday. I need you in Ibiza.”
There’s a response, agitated but not clear enough that I can make out the words.
“I’ll make it up to you. Buy you a damn surf school when this is all over.” Pause. “Yes, you can get that in writing.”
I exchange a look with Ash.
“You’ve seen what he does. I have to end this.” Harrison says it to both of us when he hangs up, but he’s looking at me.
I don’t answer. Even if he’s right and Mischa’s evil—the kind of evil that should be extinguished for the benefit of all—his words remind me that I’ll never compete with this burning need to see justice done.
“Law enforcement has been monitoring him for a while, but it could still take years to bring him down,” Harrison says. “His parents kept their illegitimate operations under wraps being judicious. Mischa is less discreet. But so far, he hasn’t slipped up enough to be caught. He rewards loyalty quickly and punishes betrayal even faster.”
A shiver runs through me.
“If he’s running drugs through clubs beyond his own, outside of Ibiza, we have a hope of catching him. If the management team at Bliss will cooperate,” Harrison adds.
I think of how upset the man was. “They’re more afraid of Mischa than the law.”
He turns to Ash. “What club were you at in London? And why were you even noticing people dealing?”
Ash shifts on his feet, clearly uncomfortable. He doesn’t want to admit to his brother what really went down. “I’ll tell the police. But I don’t want to tell you.”
“For fuck’s sake—“
“Harrison.” I grab his arm, and he turns incredulous blue eyes on me. “I saw a dealer in both places. The club owner confirmed he was Mischa’s.”
“The man won’t flip. Mischa has a stranglehold on this island.”
I lean in. “I’m playing again this week. I’ll talk to him. And I need to follow up with Mischa.”
Harrison seems to draw himself up even taller. “You will do nothing of the sort.”
“We’ll move back to the hotel today,” I say, ignoring him and turning to Ash.
“I’ll make the arrangements.” Ash grabs his phone and heads to the far side of the patio.
“I will not watch you put yourself in harm’s way,” Harrison bites out once his brother’s out of earshot. He grabs my arm, and I jump more from surprise than his grip.
The sex we had last night doesn’t change anything. Not really.
My chin angles up. “Because you’re the only one allowed to hurt me?”
His eyes soften as they search mine, and I see the man I fell for. “It’s not the same, and you know it.”
“No, it’s not.” The breeze captures my hair and blows it across my face. “Mischa and Zachary never promised to love me before they hurt me.”
I take advantage of Harrison’s stunned silence to pull out of his hold and head for the door.