He nods. “Come on, sir. We need to get out of here before it’s too late.”
I drag the guard out of the way of the door and shut it to buy us more time, and then pull myself into the vent, following Konstantin. “We don’t have long to get out of here before he’s discovered.”
Konstantin makes quick work of navigating back to the entrance we used into the house, where Aleksi and Dimitry are waiting, crouched down low.
“Everything under control?” Aleksi asks.
I shake my head. “Not exactly. We need to get the fuck out of here fast.”
As if like clockwork, an alarm sounds around us.
“Shit,” Dimitry says. “Let’s go.”
Leading the way across the grounds, he heads toward the back perimeter fence where we’ve cut a hole and the van is waiting with my driver, Yevgeniy.
The sound of the engine is the best sound I’ve heard all day as we hop into the back. “Drive, Yevgeniy.”
“Sir.” He slams the van into gear and tears away from my enemy’s home at breakneck speed.
That was too close for comfort.
* * *
Adrenaline still coursesthrough my veins as I storm through the entrance of my own home, the ledgers of Grigory Lebedev safely stowed under my arm.
I don’t bother heading to the study to drop them off, my feet taking me in only one direction. Anya’s bedroom. I need to have her right now. Tonight I came close to losing everything, and it made me realize I’d regret not fucking her before I die.
Opening the door to Anya’s room, I step inside and my footsteps come to a halt when I don’t see her in bed. My eyes are drawn to the small adjoining bathroom, which is also empty.
“Mu’dak.” I claw my fingers through my hair, turning to go and find someone to strangle for this.
Who the hell let her out of the room?
As I spin around and march toward the staircase, she’s climbing them two at a time. Her expression falters when she sees me standing at the top of them, no doubt looking furious as I was almost ready to tear off every security guard’s head in my employ until someone found her for me.
“Come here,” I order, infusing all that rage that built into my tone.
Her slender throat bobs as she swallows and her cheeks redden. And yet she doesn’t defy me as she walks up the stairs slowly, approaching me with an air of reluctance.
“How did you get out?”
She meets my gaze with defiance, and I know she’s not going to reveal how she got out. “Does it matter? I’m back in time for your return.”
Once she’s close enough to me, I grab her wrist and yank her into my chest. “Not quite. I didn’t say you could roam my home, did I?”
She shakes her head. “No, but—”
“No buts. I want to know who let you out.”
Her lips purse together.
“So we are going to do this the hard way, are we?”
She lifts her chin. “Seems like it.”
I growl and drag her by her wrist into the bedroom she was supposed to be locked inside.
“Bend over the bed, now.”