The Professional: Part 2 (The Game Maker #1.2)(14)

He eased closer to me. “You’re jealous.”

I rolled my eyes. “Please. My shallow infatuation with you is done. As they say in the movies: you killed it dead.”

That jaw muscle ticked away as he grated, “Then what did you want to talk to me about?”

In the dim light of dusk, rain pattered the gallery windows, casting shadows over his face. The face that I’d lovingly kissed. Stay on topic, Nat. “I’m worried about Paxán. He’s got enough on his plate without all this.”

“Agreed,” Sevastyan said. “What do you suggest I do?”

“I suggest we go in there and tell him that we’ve worked out our differences and can be civil. We’ll tell him that we’ve ended whatever it was between us, so you can continue to live here. I think if we present a unified front, it will ease his mind.”

Sevastyan parted his lips, but I interrupted him: “This isn’t up for debate.” I turned away and strode toward the study.

He passed me to open the door, saying over his shoulder, “I haven’t been with anyone else.”

I stutter-stepped. My heart did the same. “Should I believe that?” For the second time in as many days, I found myself mentally urging him: Say yes, say yes.

“I don’t care if you do or not.” I’d never seen the Siberian this ice cold.

But I did believe him. Well, hell, then he hadn’t been axed from my decision tree? Maybe that meant it wasn’t over with him?

He added, “I was called away by work concerns.”

In other words, he’d merely taken a rain check on the manwhoring. So over! “You’re such a dick,” I muttered. Yet when we entered the room, I pasted a huge smile on my face for Paxán.

He called to us, “Good evening to both of you. Aleksei, it’s good to see you here. And with Natalie!”

“Can we speak with you for a minute?” I asked, nearly wincing when his eyes twinkled even brighter than usual. He must think we’d come to announce something more than: we’re totes just friends!

“Of course. Sit, sit.”

Sevastyan sank back on one of the settees, resting an ankle over the opposite knee; at the other end, I perched on the edge of the cushion.

Wasting no time, I said, “Paxán, we want you to know that there won’t be any future improprieties between us.”

He raised a disbelieving brow at Sevastyan. In response, the Siberian stretched his arm across the back of the settee toward me, all casual. But I sensed tension thrumming in him.

Heedless, I carried on. “So it shouldn’t be a problem for both of us to be here at Berezka. I know you would feel more comfortable if Sevastyan was on site, helping to keep everything safe—and so would I.”

Before I changed my mind, I plowed onward to announce one of my new decisions. “And there’s more. I’d like to stay on here permanently. When this danger ends, I’ll start looking into transferring schools.”

I noticed Sevastyan stiffen beside me. Because he was surprised? Pissed? What?

Paxán, of course, beamed. “You mean that?” Then he slanted Sevastyan an expression that looked a lot like I told you so.

I nodded firmly. Over the long hours of the previous night, I’d grasped how much my indecision and hesitancy were limiting my life. I’d done a postmortem on my past and concluded that I needed to be bolder in my future. Yes, I’d acclimated to the new things Sevastyan and I had done with a certain cheek, but rolling with the punches was not the same as swinging first.

The utter joy on Paxán’s face wrecked me. One thing I’d learned about him? It took so very little to make him happy. “This is good,” he said simply, getting a little misty-eyed.

I glanced over at Sevastyan to gauge his reaction. Even more tension roiled from him. Which I didn’t care about.

“This is cause for celebration!” Paxán said. “A true welcome, a permanent one, to your home. And we have some good news for you as well . . .” He trailed off, turning his head toward the entrance.

Sevastyan was already on his feet, peering in the same direction. I followed their gazes, spied Filip in the doorway.

The man’s angelic face was crumpled in misery. His left hand was bandaged, seeping blood. In his other hand, he carried a machine gun—pointed at us. “Well, isn’t this touching?”





Chapter 25




“What are you doing, Filip?” Paxán paled as he and I stood. “That’s not a weapon you want to aim in close quarters.” The gun was heavy for Filip, and he only had one hand to hold it. His arm was already quaking. “Much less with the safety off.”

When Filip glanced down at the gun, it swayed in his grip. My heart lurched as the barrel’s aim swept from me to Sevastyan to Paxán. “I’m taking you from here,” he said to Paxán. “For the bounty from Travkin.”

What?? Filip was working for that bastard? And there was a bounty? That was the heightened security risk no one would tell me about! Travkin had put money on my father’s life.

“Just set the gun down and talk to me,” Paxán said, his tone deceptively calm.

“No time to talk.” Filip raised his bandaged hand, his voice breaking as he said, “The next go-round, my creditors won’t be as merciful as three fingers.”