My fists tighten at my sides.
“Easy there, chief.” Anatoly lays a hand on my shoulder. I didn’t even see him standing on the sidewalk. “Let’s inhale some peace and breathe out some homicidal ideations, yeah?”
“Tell me where they are, Nat,” I growl.
He sighs. “Pyotr and I have been here the whole time. I wouldn’t have let anything happen.”
There shouldn’t even be the possibility of something happening. She should have been with me.
“My wife is out with another man. Something has already ‘happened.’” I shove his hand off my shoulder. “Where the f**k were you? Why was she alone in the first place?”
“I was at the mansion with Dante,” he snaps. “You were supposed to be with Viviana. You two work in the same goddamn building. I didn’t think I needed to cover them both.”
Viviana’s voice ec
