… who?”
“The Irish mob boss Liam Dolan from Detroit. That’s his nephew.”
And her rapist.
Oh, God.
Chapter Seven
Demyan
“How the fuck do you know Cavan Dolan, huh? I didn’t realize the Avdonins were doing business with the Irish mob! Do you realize how thick they are into human-trafficking? Adrik won’t want any part of that shit, Demyan!”
Demyan stopped his trek to his car, unsure. Koldan’s anger spilled into the phone like hot lava. “We’re not.”
“Oh? Funny, because—”
“No, shut the hell up,” Demyan barked. “We’re not involved with the Irish mob, Koldan. At all. We don’t play with other organizations or families. Anton hasn’t mixed business with anyone but Adrik since the mess with my mother’s family. Remember who you’re fucking talking to here, man.”
Koldan all but snarled on the other end of the phone. “Cavan—”
“Showed up at my birthday party months ago. I didn’t know who he was at first. I let that Irish bastard know to stay away from my family. We don’t want any part of them around. We’re not in the mood for friends.”
“You really need to stop interrupting me.”
“You need to learn some fucking respect!”
“Koldan?”
Ana’s soft, scared voice on the other end of the call made Demyan squeeze his eyes closed. He wasn’t entirely impressed by whatever his sister had going on with Adrik’s son, but he kept his opinion to himself. Especially considering Koldan seemed to help and like his sister a lot.
Ana stayed at Demyan’s place all week, so he had more than enough chances to see the two in action with one another. Ana talked when she wouldn’t to anyone else. Koldan listened. Sometimes the guy dropped by just to check up on her. She needed that more than she realized.
So yeah, Demyan kept his fucking mouth shut.
“What are you doing with Ana? You’re supposed to be supervising those idiots down at the docks.”
“None of your business,” Koldan snapped.
“We both know it is,” Demyan retorted hotly.
“Talking, asshole. Can I speak without you cutting in on me, now?”
“Whatever. I suggest you tread lightly.”
“Where are you?” Koldan asked.
“Just got done my last class and was going home for a quick shower before I head down to meet up with you. Or, that’s what I was doing. I don’t know what you’re doing, now, so I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. Why?”
“Cavan was it, man. Ana’s attack—he’s the one.”
“Koldan, you promised!” Ana cried.
“I lied,” he told her. “Please don’t ask me to apologize for it, either, Ana.”
Demyan blew out a harsh breath. “You’re sure?”
“Oh, yeah,” Koldan confirmed quietly. “Very.”
Another thought passed through Demyan’s mind. “Was he the guy she talked about seeing the last couple months?”
“Yep.”
“Meet me at my apartment in thirty.”
“Already on our way. It’s not going to take you thirty minutes to drive here. What the hell?”
Demyan unlocked his car, tossed his bag inside before slamming it shut and locking it again. “I need to have a chat with Freddie.”
“All right. In thirty, then.”
Demyan ended the conversation without another word. A simple text to Freddie gave Demyan the guy’s location on campus. Demyan jogged the fifteen-minute journey to find him. When he did, he grabbed Freddie by his jacket and shoved him roughly into the closest wall before the guy had a chance to react.
Freddie’s hands flew up in surrender. “Whoa, Demyan. What the fuck, man?”
“Cavan Dolan, Freddie. That’s what. Why was he messing around with my sister?”
Freddie didn’t look like he had the first clue what Demyan was talking about. “The guy likes his females, so if he picked up Ana, I—”
Demyan slammed Freddie into the wall again, shutting him up. “He was seeing her for a good while after I warned him to stay away. Why?”
“I don’t know. Would you let me go? You’re freaking me
“The Irish mob boss Liam Dolan from Detroit. That’s his nephew.”
And her rapist.
Oh, God.
Chapter Seven
Demyan
“How the fuck do you know Cavan Dolan, huh? I didn’t realize the Avdonins were doing business with the Irish mob! Do you realize how thick they are into human-trafficking? Adrik won’t want any part of that shit, Demyan!”
Demyan stopped his trek to his car, unsure. Koldan’s anger spilled into the phone like hot lava. “We’re not.”
“Oh? Funny, because—”
“No, shut the hell up,” Demyan barked. “We’re not involved with the Irish mob, Koldan. At all. We don’t play with other organizations or families. Anton hasn’t mixed business with anyone but Adrik since the mess with my mother’s family. Remember who you’re fucking talking to here, man.”
Koldan all but snarled on the other end of the phone. “Cavan—”
“Showed up at my birthday party months ago. I didn’t know who he was at first. I let that Irish bastard know to stay away from my family. We don’t want any part of them around. We’re not in the mood for friends.”
“You really need to stop interrupting me.”
“You need to learn some fucking respect!”
“Koldan?”
Ana’s soft, scared voice on the other end of the call made Demyan squeeze his eyes closed. He wasn’t entirely impressed by whatever his sister had going on with Adrik’s son, but he kept his opinion to himself. Especially considering Koldan seemed to help and like his sister a lot.
Ana stayed at Demyan’s place all week, so he had more than enough chances to see the two in action with one another. Ana talked when she wouldn’t to anyone else. Koldan listened. Sometimes the guy dropped by just to check up on her. She needed that more than she realized.
So yeah, Demyan kept his fucking mouth shut.
“What are you doing with Ana? You’re supposed to be supervising those idiots down at the docks.”
“None of your business,” Koldan snapped.
“We both know it is,” Demyan retorted hotly.
“Talking, asshole. Can I speak without you cutting in on me, now?”
“Whatever. I suggest you tread lightly.”
“Where are you?” Koldan asked.
“Just got done my last class and was going home for a quick shower before I head down to meet up with you. Or, that’s what I was doing. I don’t know what you’re doing, now, so I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. Why?”
“Cavan was it, man. Ana’s attack—he’s the one.”
“Koldan, you promised!” Ana cried.
“I lied,” he told her. “Please don’t ask me to apologize for it, either, Ana.”
Demyan blew out a harsh breath. “You’re sure?”
“Oh, yeah,” Koldan confirmed quietly. “Very.”
Another thought passed through Demyan’s mind. “Was he the guy she talked about seeing the last couple months?”
“Yep.”
“Meet me at my apartment in thirty.”
“Already on our way. It’s not going to take you thirty minutes to drive here. What the hell?”
Demyan unlocked his car, tossed his bag inside before slamming it shut and locking it again. “I need to have a chat with Freddie.”
“All right. In thirty, then.”
Demyan ended the conversation without another word. A simple text to Freddie gave Demyan the guy’s location on campus. Demyan jogged the fifteen-minute journey to find him. When he did, he grabbed Freddie by his jacket and shoved him roughly into the closest wall before the guy had a chance to react.
Freddie’s hands flew up in surrender. “Whoa, Demyan. What the fuck, man?”
“Cavan Dolan, Freddie. That’s what. Why was he messing around with my sister?”
Freddie didn’t look like he had the first clue what Demyan was talking about. “The guy likes his females, so if he picked up Ana, I—”
Demyan slammed Freddie into the wall again, shutting him up. “He was seeing her for a good while after I warned him to stay away. Why?”
“I don’t know. Would you let me go? You’re freaking me
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