Where the Snow Falls (Seasons of Betrayal #2)(72)

He was numb, Kaz thought as he watched Violet disappear around the corner with the doctor. She was fine—he could see that—but he kept seeing her fear replaying in his mind. Over and over again. He couldn’t get away from it, no matter how he tried to push it from his thoughts.

But he knew why.

Everything was still unresolved.

Alberto was still acting unbothered, though now a little more guarded due to Kaz. Even as retaliation was threatened, he couldn’t bring himself to care, not when his actions had gotten him the result he wanted—Violet’s safe return.

But Vasily was still in the wind, still able to make moves from the shadows he had crept out of.

Kaz no longer wanted to play defense. He wanted to end it once and for all.

Vasily was a master of mind games. He excelled in them because he had the patience for it. Just because he would enjoy it, Kaz didn’t doubt that Vasily would come after Violet time and time again … at least until Kaz put a permanent end to it.

“At ease, brother?” Rus asked from his spot on the other side of the room; his arms folded across his chest as he regarded him, the edge of a bandage peeking out from the collar of his shirt.

“Not even a little,” Kaz mumbled to himself as he crouched down next to the mini bar, grabbing the bottle of vodka he had stashed there. Twisting the top off, he tossed it aside as he tipped the bottle to his lips.

The familiar burn of the potent alcohol was a welcome relief, giving him something else to think about. But all too soon, after his third swallow, the burn was gone.

“We’ll find him, Kaz. Don’t worry.”

Kaz scoffed, slamming the bottle just a bit too hard. “Really?”

“He won’t make another—”

“It’s never over until it’s over, Rus. You know that.”

Vasily had taught them that well.

And he wouldn’t be able to sleep until he did something, anything, to right his wrongs. Just standing there made him feel like he wasn’t doing everything he could.

“Then how do you want to handle it?” Rus asked, pushing off the wall. “You’re thinking something, or you wouldn’t have that look on your face.”

That was the problem. There was no guarantee that what he had planned would work. He still didn’t even know where the f*ck Vasily was. His father was good at hiding, far better than he thought possible, but Kaz had one final play up his sleeve, and if he were lucky, he would have an answer soon.

“What are the Italians looking like?”

“Angry but stable. They haven’t made any moves since they crawled back into their hole.”

Kaz nodded, but that information didn’t appease him in any way. Alberto wouldn’t stay dormant for long. “Where are—”

His phone rang, cutting him off. Boris’ name flashed across the screen, making his heart skip a beat. This was what he had been waiting on.

Connecting the call, Kaz put the phone to his ear. “Speak.”

“He’s staying in a brownstone on the lower east side.”

His fingers twitched. “Did he see you?”

“No,” Boris answered gruffly. “But I saw him—was too busy on the phone with someone to notice. I’ll text you the address.”

Probably on the phone with Alberto … “Stay there. I’m on my way.”

Hanging up, Kaz shoved the phone in his pocket, grabbing his jacket and keys off the counter. He was nearly to the living room when Rus finally caught up to him.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m ending this.”

“You shouldn’t—”

“Listen up,” Kaz commanded of the men still present in his home. “No one—and I don’t give a f*ck if it’s your mother—no one comes into my home unless he”—Kaz pointed at Rus— “or I give clearance. Do not test me on this.”

He didn’t have to wait for a response, knowing they would follow his words to the letter.

“Where are you going?” Rus asked as he started after him.

Kaz paid no mind to the snow falling. Since the night before, flurries had fallen in sheets, blanketing the ground in so much white that it nearly glowed in the night. He had never liked the cold, the way it seemed to sink into his skin and wrap around his bones. Kaz hated winter.

But with his emotions out of control, he hardly felt the chill.

“You already know the answer to that,” Kaz said, hitting the button on the key fob, watching the lights to his Range Rover flash.

“Then I’ll go with you.”

Kaz shook his head. “I’m doing this on my own.”

“For f*ck’s sake, Kaz. You know better than that.”

“It should have been done a long time ago,” Kaz said, looking back at his brother. “So if there was nothing else I took away from this shit he pulled, it’s to not let it go unanswered.”

“Like I said. Let me go with you.”

“I need you to stay here with Violet—you won’t let anything happen to her.” And his only other options were hundreds of miles away. “He’ll think I’m staying here with Violet, so I’ll catch him by surprise.”

Rus frowned, still looking unsure. “I don’t like it.”