“I’ll get you another one,” I snap. “Help me find Viviana and Dante and I’ll get you whatever lime-green monstrosity you want.”
“I’m not mad he took my car, you i***t. I’m—” Anatoly twists around, looking on either side of the bed. Whatever he’s doing, I know his nurse wouldn’t like it. “Where the f**k is my phone?”
I spot it, grab it off the desk behind me, and hand it to him.
“I’m not mad he took my car,” Anatoly repeats. He turns his phone around to show me a little flashing dot in the center of the screen. “I’m thrilled. Because the asshole doesn’t know about the tracker I keep in the glove compartment.” Anatoly is tapping away. “I’ll send the live location to you and Raoul now.”
My phone buzzes a second later.
“And Mikhail?” Anatoly calls as I’m already halfway out the door. “Bef
