Page 87 of Sinful Wrath

“When it comes to business, yes. When it comes to your naked antics, I’m afraid that information is fair game.”

I shoot my cousin a glare, and he only smirks.

“So, why are we visiting this woman?”

“I want to try and guilt her into giving me some answers on what happened to her kid.”

“You sure you’re ready to know?”

“No, but the thought of Igor having a card in his pocket that he could use as a bargaining tool feels dangerous.”

Anton frowns. “Don’t you think it’s odd that Igor let Katya walk away?”

“How so?”

“I mean, she betrayed him. She literally went behind his back and fucked a rival Pahkan. It doesn’t get much worsethan that and yet, she lives. Igor is far from a reasonable man, so there must be a reason he didn’t kill her.”

“None of this adds up. Let’s just hope that Katya’s willing to talk.”

The address Rosa gave me takes us to a small gated community with neat red-brick homes with wrap around porches and shutters. It’s not where I pictured the ex-wife of a Russian bratva Pahkan living, which is probably exactly why she chose it.

I park across the street from Katya’s home and kill the engine.

Anton looks at me. “Ready?”

“Not in the slightest.”

My heart is hammering in my chest as we cross the immaculate lawn and climb the front porch steps.

Anton gives me one last nod of encouragement before I wrap my knuckles against the door.

Footsteps come from inside, and I take one last deep breath before the door opens a fraction, and a woman with graying, auburn hair and big, blue eyes peers around.

“Yes?”

I stare at her for a moment, trying to see her through my father’s eyes. He was willing to risk his entire family for this woman and now because of his mistakes, my brothers and I are having to clean up the mess he left behind.

“Are you Katya?” I do my best to keep my expression neutral.

Her blue eyes go wide as she stares at me, the color draining from her face, but she dips her chin.

“My name is?—”

“I know who you are. Y-you look just like him.”

My skin bristles at her comment.

“Can we come in? There’s something I’d like to talk to you about,” I’m trying my best to sound non-threatening.

Katya hesitates, glancing once at Anton before looking back at me.

I don’t miss the way her hand trembles as she grips the edge of the doorframe.

“N-no. Please, I-I want you to leave.”

“I’m just here to talk.” I hold up my hands to show that I have no weapon.

“I have nothing to say to you.” She slams the door shut in my face.