Page 149 of Monstrous Urges

Oh fuck.

It’s me. This person is a traitor to me.

I yank out my phone and call Milos so he can start locking everything down. Clearly, we have a mole. And furthermore, Vadik and this mole were after something of mine. For “insurance” of some kind.

Milos’ phone goes to fucking voicemail, though.

“Answer your goddamn phone, asshole,” I hiss, leaving him a message before I hang up and redial. Voicemail again.

I drag my eyes back to Vadik’s text exchange with the traitor.

Me

Good. Call immediately once it’s done

Svin’ya

Of course

Me

Don’t fuck up

Svin’ya

Look, it will go EXACTLY as I told you. He trusts me with his life. That’s why he left me to watch her. And when he’s gone, that’s when I’ll grab Annika and deliver her to you

My world goes sideways. The air leaves my lungs as my brain screeches to a halt, trying to force this upside-down reality I’m staring at into something that makes sense.

But it refuses to. I refuse to accept the reality staring me in the face.

Then, suddenly, I understand why Milos isn’t answering my calls.

And, more alarmingly, why Taylor hasn’t texted me back.

I’m barely aware of Zoran and my other men shouting my name and running after me as I jump behind the wheel of one of the SUVs. Just as I start the engine, my phone rings with a call from a blocked number.

“Who is this,” I snarl as I roar away from the farm back toward the airfield.

“Drazen,” a young Russian voice grunts. “It’s Dimitri.”

The fuck. Dimitri, as a hacker, never uses phones. He’s that paranoid about security and surveillance.

Yet here he is, calling me.

“Dimitri—”

“I gotta keep this quick,” he blurts. “But I found something you should know about. Something huge.”

My pulse speeds up as I tear down the road.

“Tell me everything.”

35

TAYLOR

Black waves crash beneath me.