Page 74 of His Darkest Obsession

“They say why?”

Roma glances at me as he takes another swig. “Not a word. Odds are pretty good that they themselves didn’t know why. Just knew that Bennet wanted some poor guy in the Bronx dead. Throw in some overtime bonus and special work pay on top, and they’re not going to ask any questions.”

“It’s not much.” I nod. “But it’s something.”

“Oh, one more thing before I forget.” Roma snaps his fingers. “Been hearing some real interesting chatter on the grapevine about the Volkovs.”

“What, you hear that Taras wants to take my balls? Tell that fucker to get in line.”

Roma snorts. “No, no, something much more mundane than that.”

“Tell me.”

“Word is the Volkovs aren’t planning on backing their original candidate anymore.”

“What?”

“Yeah.” Roma nods. “After you put four men in the ground, three of them in one day, threw aside their daughter in favor of the person that all four of them were trying to kill to curry favor with Bennet, the Volkovs are switching teams. Imagine that.”

“Get the fuck out of here. You’re telling me that they’re going to backBennet?”

“That’s exactly what they’re doing.” He points at me and smiles sadly. “Not sure if it’s Taras’ idea or if it’s Lola’s, but it was only a matter of time before they picked up on the fact that half the criminals in this city seemed to be gunning for your wife onBennet’s behalf. Guess they figured they might as well become Bennet’s new best friend. Especially after you went back on your original deal with them.”

Motherfucker.

Whatever information Bennet wants to bury with Indigo, it must be fucking juicy.

But it also means that as long as Indigo is by my side, then I will always have a knife against Bennet’s throat.

I can work with that.

“Is that all?”

Roma scrunches his face up. “Just one more thing. As part of their newfound support for Bennet, Lola and Grisha are going to show up in person at the fundraiser next week.”

My face lengthens and my blood pressure spikes at the thought of Lola being present at the same fundraiser that Indigo will be attending with me. That bitch is already unstable enough as is, no telling what she’ll do if she’s in the same room as my wife.

“We’re going to need an extra ticket. I need Sveta there.”

“Makes sense. Not like you can follow your wife into the bathroom without raising a few eyebrows.”

“Anything else or is that it?”

“That’s it. What are you going to do next, Tolya?”

I lean back in my chair and study Roma’s face. “First, I’m going to go home and tell Indigo that I found her parents’ killers.”

He nods. “Okay, fair. Then what?”

"Then, I’m going to kill those cops and let her watch." I lean forward, voice dropping low. "It's what I promised her."

Roma's eyebrows shoot up. "You're actually going to let her watch?"

"Yes."

"Tolya." Roma sets his drink down, concern etching lines around his eyes. "I may disagree with mother on a lot of things, but this is the one thing I’m going to agree with her on right now. Indigo is an outsider. And you’re about to bring her into a very dark part of our world?—"

My hand slams down on the desk. "She's not an outsider! She's my wife."