Lies of My Monster: A Dark Mafia Romance(20)

I adjust my glasses with my middle finger. Where does Aleksandra, who’s definitely not a Lipovsky, fit into the picture?

Is she in a relationship with the leader of the remaining Belskys?

Maybe she’s a Belsky herself. It makes sense with all the spying and acting suspiciously. There’s also the fact that she supposedly hid her gender because it’s dangerous to be a woman.

Whatever the case, she clearly thinks of me as an enemy. It’s no secret that Roman was involved with the Belsky Organization—one of his multiple foolish decisions. That one nearly got him in trouble with the Pakhan, so he said he’d take care of it.

If by ‘take care of it,’ he meant the annihilation of the organization, then I’m not surprised they would come after his heir—aka me.

I’m going to also take a wild guess that the people who kidnapped, tortured, and then sent Konstantin back in a duffel bag as a message belong to the same faction.

Was Aleksandra getting close to me to gain information?

No, she clearly passed that stage and moved on to the execution part, where she watched as her lover shot me down.

The red haze from that day blurs my vision and I have to close my eyes briefly to disperse the energy. When I open them again, my hawk-like focus returns. “I need all the information you can find about the Belsky Organization. Every file, every member, and every movement they’ve made before and after their alleged annihilation.”

Viktor appears stunned for a second, but then recovers. “That’s impossible, Boss. Even the government and its intelligence agency couldn’t figure out much about them, which is why they called for outside help to eliminate and get rid of their influence.”

“Dig deeper. Call your friends in the KGB, the Spetsnaz, and the military. I don’t care what you have to do in order to get me information.”

“I can try, but I’m afraid I can’t promise any results this time.”

“Just make it happen, Viktor. If we don’t know who’s after me, how can we stop it?”

“Got it.”

“Don’t get anyone else involved.”

“Not even Yuri?”

“To an extent. Don’t disclose all the information to him. Make it look like you’re still digging into the setup from the final military mission.”

He nods, then, after making sure I don’t need anything, steps out of the room.

My mind is left bubbling with different possibilities. I wasn’t in the military when the Belsky Organization was annihilated, but I’m apparently involved in some way. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been targeted.

It must be because of my genetic relationship with Roman. That old man was always up to no good. Not that I’m any better, but I at least know which battles to pick and which to steer the fuck clear from.

One thing’s for certain, though. Aleksandra and her lover have something to do with that scheme.

A foul taste explodes in my mouth at that thought.

Lover.

I should fucking kill her for betraying me, but that’s just too light a punishment. She has to wake up every day and fall asleep every night tasting the bitter pill I’ve been surviving on ever since I woke up in the hospital.

With another flick of my finger, I destroy the half-built house of cards and stand up.

My physical strength has been slowly coming back, but I still have to be careful or else I’ll suffer a longer recovery period, and that’s just not something I need.

I step out of the office and go down the stairs.

“Kirill!” Karina catches up to me halfway to the entrance and interlinks her arm with mine.

She’s been joining me for my daily walks around the garden ever since I was able to start getting around.

Now, I only do them because she actually willingly leaves her room, usually dressed in some princess dress and boots, as if she’s going to a fashion show.

I don’t like the way some of my men look at her, which is why I had Viktor threaten to gouge their eyes out of their sockets if they ogle her again.

What? My sister is still too young.

She’s the same age as Lipovsky and you’ve been fucking her regularly for almost a year.

I shut down that sinister voice as a muscle works in my jaw.

“Are you better today?” Karina asks in a super cheerful voice that’s a reminder of her younger self. It’s reminiscent of a time when she either rode on my shoulders or hung onto my and Konstantin’s pants.

She used to ask him to carry her, too, but after she was yelled at by Yulia for being a spoiled brat, she’s never done it again.

“I’m fine.”

“You look so much better.” She strokes the stubble on my cheek and grins. “I like this look.”

“Should I keep it?”

“Yes! I’m going to get you the best suit that goes well with this look so when you get back out there, people will think you’re a model, because, duh, you totally are—” Her humor disappears as Yulia comes inside the mansion, followed by her ‘only’ son.

Karina subtly cowers behind me, her hand gripping my bicep hard. That woman not only failed as a mother, but she also made her own daughter scared and wary of her—for reasons unknown.

She lifts her head high like an arrogant monarch and doesn’t speak to us as she passes us by. It’s almost as if we don’t exist.