Monday night. But they are. And it’s impossible to distinguish the good guys from the bad guys. So, we keep a low profile, especially you.”
She nodded, not saying a word.
He didn’t know if it was a good sign or a bad sign. Undoubtedly she was still processing everything. “I know this is a lot to take in, and you didn’t ask for this problem. But it landed in your lap anyway, and even though you were rescued from Christianson’s house two days ago, you aren’t safe.
“Yenin doesn’t like people to escape his clutches. In fact, one of our friends, Dmitry Volikov, took his woman and fled the country to hide. That’s how far Yenin will go to get what he wants. As of today, the last two of us fighters who remained in Yenin’s good graces have left Vegas to join us here in Chicago.
“You’ll meet them next week. Sergei and Nikolav. They’re both escaping Yenin’s clutches to get better work fighting for Abram Gromov up here in Chicago. Neither of them knows anything about the FBI investigation yet. I’m sure they’ll be brought into the fold soon, but until then…”
“Got it. I won’t say a word about anything.”
He hated putting her in this position. He hated her being in any position that put her in danger. But that ship had sailed, and now she had to be brought up to date, and fast. There was no other way to keep her safe than to be blunt about it.
He was worried about Alena, but Ivan was with her. And hopefully Nikolav or Sergei would take a position by her side too. Not that there was any doubt. The six of them were like brothers. They would never let each other down. They’d been training and fighting together for over twelve years. And they’d spent over half that time pondering Yenin’s motives among themselves.
Mikhail pulled up outside Katie’s clinic and glanced around subtly as he rounded the Jeep to let Haley out. He took her hand to help her down, and she squeezed his fingers.
It was difficult to force himself to release her when there was no longer a good reason to continue holding on to her. But he managed as he tugged the door to the clinic open.
Leo was in the waiting room. “Hey. I was just about to lock the door.”
“Are you the clinic’s bodyguard now?” Mikhail chuckled.
“Self-appointed.”
Mikhail snickered. “How’d you beat us here?”
“Maybe I drive faster. My car is cooler.”
“Whatever.” Mikhail shook his head. Leo was in love with his Trans Am.
Leo turned toward Haley as he locked the front door and set an alarm. “You look much better than on Monday.”
She flushed at his compliment, a gorgeous shade of red that ran down her face and neck.
Mikhail couldn’t help wondering how far it extended, and he had to close his eyes for a second to get a grip.
“Katie’s in the back. Come on through.” Leo nodded toward the door that opened to a hallway at the back of the waiting room.
Mikhail set a hand on Haley’s lower back as they followed him into the hall and then to the right where he knew Haley’s office was located. If he wasn’t mistaken, Haley leaned toward him.
He needed to rein in his attraction for this woman before he got himself in trouble. She needed protection. And she would flip out and kick him out of her apartment in a heartbeat if she knew half the thoughts he was entertaining in his head.
“Hi.” Katie’s desk faced the door, and she smiled and jumped up from behind it as they entered. “Come on in. Ignore the mess. Pease, sit.” She pointed at the love seat against one wall as she rounded the desk.
Mikhail guided Haley toward the small sofa that had seen better days and sat next to her while Leo took the uncomfortable olive-green, fiberglass chair against the wall. Katie pushed a few papers aside and heaved herself onto the top of the back of the desk.
The furniture in her office was a hodgepodge of used pieces she’d undoubtedly picked up from a flea market. That was her personality. Her effort and money went