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her for it. I don’t know if I can ever forgive her for it.
    “I’m so happy,” Kiska murmurs before she steps back and smiles up at me. “You’ve grown your beard. I almost didn’t recognize you.”
    “What?” I ask in confusion, looking from her to Tati.
    “Mama has a box of pictures from when you dated. She takes them out for my birthday every year and tells me about how you fell in love. Then when I’m sad or she’s sad we take them out and go through them together,” Kiska informs me. The air leaves my body. I am completely breathless at her words, the revelation shocking me into silence.
    “Tati?” I look at her, but her eyes dart away from mine and she shakes her head before she clears her throat and begins to walk away.
    Kiska takes my hand, and together we follow Tatyana back to the shithole they call home. She won’t slow down to walk with us, and I don’t know if that is because she is embarrassed by Kiska’s admission of their habits, or if she’s giving us time alone. I decide to ignore all of it and just enjoy holding my daughter’s hand.
    Kiska is talking to me, telling me about her friends, nonsense that I’m not really listening to because I’m too busy enjoying her voice.
    Then, we practically run into Tatyana’s back. I look up in confusion to see none other than Agent Ryan fucking Green leaning against her building.
    “What happened to your face, Tatyana?” he asks, his eyes nowhere near her face, but rather focused on me.
    “Nothing,” she responds coolly.
    “Does that nothing mean that it ran into Kirill’s hand?”
    I stiffen.
    My daughter is standing next to me and he’s saying this shit. Regardless of its validity, he’s saying it in front of Kiska.
    “Please, just let us pass,” she murmurs.
    “I see he’s finally found you. What now? Are you going to be a happy family, then?” he chuckles.
    I don’t waste another minute.
    I slide up beside Tati and sling my arm over her shoulder, pulling her closer to my side.
    “We are a family, Green. Where we go, or what we do is none of your concern,” I remark. His eyes narrow into tiny slits.
    “That’s where you’re wrong, Baryshev. You’re my concern because I’m going to catch you. I’m going to catch you red handed, and then I’ll happily throw your ass in jail,” he practically shouts. He then takes a step even closer to me and lowers his voice. “Then I’ll take your family as my own.”
    “You try and you’ll be dead,” I grind out through my clenched jaw.
    “Are you threatening a federal officer?” he asks, arching his brow.
    “I don’t make threats, Green,” I snort. “Now, if you’ll excuse us,” I say, guiding Tati and stepping around him, leaving him sputtering in the street as we go inside of the shithole building.
    “Go and pack everything you wish to take with you. We will not be returning,” I instruct to Kiska who wisely nods and goes into her room.
    “You are never to talk to him again. You see him, you ignore him, you call me, or you call one of your Byki and he’ll take care of it,” I instruct Tatyana.
    “My what ?” she asks.
    “You and Kiska will both have body guards when we arrive in L.A.,” I announce, watching as her face reddens in what I assume is anger. I could give a fuck.
    “He’s a pest, but you’re overreacting,” she shrugs as she goes to a closet and starts taking things out.
    “I do not overreact,” I state. She looks back at me over her shoulder with widened eyes.
    “No?” she asks arching a brow.
    “Get your shit together,” I grunt.
    Tatyana wisely doesn’t say another word to me. I begin to pace, wishing I could call Radimir or Maxim with this news of Green. He’s a prick beyond belief. I knew he had tried with Emiliya, stupid shit—manipulative shit. I didn’t know that with Tatyana, his tactics worked all those years ago.
    I was right in my original feelings about her. She’s weak . She always has been. I blame Sergei. He left her at