Leveled: A Novella (Saints of Denver #0.5)(108)

My brow furrowed. “On what grounds?”

Lev barked out, “I don’t f*cking know, Mina. Shit. When are they going to leave me the f*ck alone already?”

I tried not to take his anger personally. I knew he wasn’t angry at me, after all. “Have you called your lawyer?”

He squeezed his eyes shut and muttered a cold, “No. I want to talk to Igor.”

“I’m coming with you,” I told him, and I was not asking.

Lev shook his head. “No. I’m going alone.”

I didn’t want to be the voice of reason, but if I didn’t take that role, who would? “Sweetie, you know how you get when you’re angry. You can go a little cuckoo,” I uttered quietly. “Let me come. I won’t say a word. Just let me be there for you.”

Yeah, okay, let’s be honest. I was worried that Lev might kill the *.

I came up behind him and placed my hands on his hips, leaning in to press my body to his, kissing the center of his spine. “Let me come, baby. Please. I’ll stay out of the way. I promise.”

He turned in my arms and looked down at me. “I don’t want you out of the way. I want you safe, here with Lidiya.”

I blinked up at him. “And if it were me, would you let me go alone?”

His brow furrowed. “Of course not.”

“And that’s why I’m coming with you,” I stated.

Although Lev didn’t like it, he conceded, and we made a quick stop to Nastasia’s where Lev called Sasha, and then we were on our way to the Alkaev residence.

I pitied the fool.




Igor Alkaev answered the door, and I had to admit he didn’t look at all as I pictured him. I imagined a short, rotund man with a bulging belly, dark hair, and maybe a beard. What I got was a tall, slim man with greying blond hair, a sharp nose, cold dark eyes, and a constant expression of distaste.

Igor showed us inside without a word and told his apparently voiceless wife, Vera, to bring in some coffee. She left without a word and Igor smirked. “So, you got the letter, I see.”

Lev was too tightly strung to sit. Instead, he stood by my side as I sat on the leather lounge. “I did. I want to know what the hell you’re thinking, Igor, because you’re not getting my daughter. I had two long years without her, and I’ll be damned if I give her up now.”

Igor watched Lev closely. “You’ve changed,” he stated. “Something is different about you. I can’t put my finger on it. You’re”—his brows rose—“poised or something.”

Lev grunted. “Tell me what you want.”

I watched both men carefully. I had pepper spray in my bag and I was not afraid to use it. I was no shrinking violet when my loved ones were involved.

Igor sniffed. “You have nothing I want, Leokov.” His face shuttered. “Not anymore.”

Lev gritted his teeth. “You’re not getting another dime from me, not ever again.”

The older man’s face blazed bright red. “My daughter is dead, you imbecile. You impregnated her then decided you didn’t want her. She loved you. Of course she became depressed. She dealt with your cruelty for years before she took her life.” He took a breath and let out an arctic, “And it is all your fault.” He sat up straight, adjusting his tie that did not need adjusting. “You’re toxic. Lidiya is better off with us. We love her.”

Lev swallowed hard, his jaw tight. “Think about what you’re doing. It may be the last thought you ever have.”

Igor smiled then, and it was slimy. “Is that a threat, Leokov?”

Lev replied calmly, “No threat. Accidents happen.”

Igor stood just as his wife returned with coffee for us all. “It seems we have nothing left to discuss. Please leave.”

I stood and took Lev’s hand as he said, “See you in court.”

We turned, and Lev’s hand gripped me tight enough to hurt. Just as we moved to open the door, it was thrown open and Corinna stood there. She looked as though she was on a mission and didn’t have time to stop and say hi. She strolled in like she owned the place, and with a snarky smile, muttered, “Mother.” She looked to her father and couldn’t hide the look of disgust. “Inconsequential sperm donor.”

And there she was, our teeny, tiny angel of vengeance. They say the best things come in small packages. We were about to realize just how true that saying was.

Igor went rigid. “I told you never to come back here.”

Cora scoffed. “As if I would willingly. Get a clue, old man.” She smiled slyly. “I’m here for Lev.”

Igor jerked his chin toward Lev. “Take him, then. We’re done.”

I watched in amazement as Cora chuckled lightly. “Wow, you really are a tool.” She walked over to the leather lounge and sat. “You don’t want Lidiya. You’re just pissed that your golden child is gone. And I get that. I miss her too, but what you’re doing is disgusting.” She sat up straight and looked Igor dead in the eye. “You want to play hard, Papa?” She smiled a Mona Lisa smile. “Maybe you should check your safe spot; find your ledger.”

Igor’s face went slack.

Cora’s smile faded and was replaced with mock-concern. “Your search will probably be futile though.” She shook her head in uneasiness. “So many thieves out these days. It’s a shame, really.”