“Nothing bad is going to happen to me.” I can’t say that with any certainty, but I try to sound as sincere as I can.
“You don’t know that. This thing you’re going to tonight… Do you know what it is?”
“What kind of party?” she asks. “Do you know who will be there?”
Timofey gave me the rundown last night, right after he gave my body a rundown in his shower.
“It’s going to be the bride and groom and their families,” he explained. “Then some shared friends, some Bratva and some civilian.”
“A mix of people,” I tell Noelle. “It’s going to be a stuffy, boring dinner. Nothing wild.”
“Piper.” Noelle’s voice breaks and it sounds like she is about to cry. “Get out of there.”
“I will. Eventually. But tonight, I—”
“Just grab Benjamin and get out of there,” she continues. “You have no idea who t
