Page 38 of Innocent Bratva Twins

The day after we return to Boston, shit is already stirring up, and I’m called into a meeting with the Kuznetsovs and my brothers.

All they told me is that it’s regarding Andrei, and I have to be there.

I’m agitated the moment I walk into the Kuznetsov’s building. This is the last place I want to be. I hate dealing with the mafia side of business, but right now, I don’t have a choice.

Serafina is on my mind as the elevator carries me up to the top floor of the building. The thought of her makes me smile.

Things have changed between us since that night we shared in New York. I can’t pinpoint what it is, but I’m closer to her now. She gave me something that no one else can have. Her virginity. Herself.

While we haven’t spoken about it or made any move towards spending intimate time together again, I am constantly thinking about her…and that night…and her smile…and her laughter.

She’s so beautiful.

She’s funny and kind and sweet and so fucking smart.

She’s incredible in every single way.

The elevator doors slide open.

Luka is standing just outside, next to Arkady.

“Hey man, you’re late,” Luka complains.

“I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t factor in the traffic on this side of town,” I reply. I hate being late. But I couldn’t even find parking. “Where’s Yil?”

“He’s inside, chatting to Rodion and Radmir already.”

“We better not leave him alone there,” I say, turning towards the boardroom.

I walk in behind Luka and Arkady.

All of the Kuznetsov brothers are here, sitting around the long glass table.

“Hi, sorry, it’s my fault we were late,” I apologize as soon as I step inside.

“No problem, man. There was an accident on Third Street. Traffic isn’t usuallythisbad,” Rodion says, gesturing for us to take a seat.

“Let’s get started,” Radmir says, standing up and setting his palms against the table. “We called you guys in today because shit has hit the fan. It’s about Andrei, as I said, but it’s more about the Enzos' involvement in the situation,” Radmir huffs, pulling his mouth to the side.

“We’re still looking for him,” Rigor comments.

“We are. We’re definitely still looking. But the Enzos are now assuming that we are the ones hiding him. Us, or you guys. So they’ve started sending spies out to investigate the Andreevs and us Kuznetsovs. Two days ago, we found out that a new worker we hired at one of our warehouses was a spy. He works for the Enzos.”

“Fuck,” Arkady mutters.

“Exactly,” Rodion agrees.

“How did you catch him?” I ask.

“We got intel from our man inside with the Enzos. He managed to get word out before any damage was done, and we pulled the infiltrator aside and questioned him.”

“The problem is that we don’t know where else they might have spies, and we need to triple security while also increasing our search efforts to find Andrei. If we find him, it might solve everything.”

While I’m listening to them, I’m thinking about Serafina.

This world, whether I like it or not, is my world. I keep one foot in and one foot out. I’ve done everything in my power to be more out than in. But it’s in my blood, no matter how much I want to deny it.

There are murmurs around the table as smaller conversations break out about how we should be proceeding.