Her Russian Mafia Protector by Bella Rose Read Free Book Online

her heart. It could never be. And now she would never try again.
    He’d taken a risk. She could have run to her father and let him know where his hands had been. Where his lips had been. But she didn’t. She chose to hate him instead, and that was exactly what he’d wanted.
    He just didn’t expect her to still hate him all these years later. He didn’t expect to even see her all these years later.
    As he stretched out on the couch, his phone vibrated in his pocket. 
    “Dmitri,” he muttered quietly.
    “How’s the babysitting gig?” Dmitri asked easily. He was obviously alone. He wouldn’t dare speak about this in the presence of Fedor or his closest security detail.
    “Fuck you. What do you have for me?”
    “Right down to business. Tell me, Kaz, do you ever have any fun?” Dmitri muttered.
    Kaz didn’t respond. He could hear some shuffling of papers in the background. “Where are you?”
    “My place. Your plan might have worked better than you think. Boss doesn’t trust me yet, so I have menial work. Which means I get to come and go as I please since I’m not around sensitive material.”
    “And that’s helpful to me because?” Kaz muttered.
    “Because I stole the sensitive material. Right from under their noses. Seriously, how do they protect that man? They’re not all that smart.”
    Kaz rolled his eyes. “They’re plenty smart. You’re just a devious bastard. Now have you found the proof?”
    “This proof of yours is starting to annoy me. You know without a doubt what he’s done, but you still need to see the proof. You know this would be so much easier if you’d just let me shoot him now.”
    He wouldn’t. He wouldn’t kill Veronika’s father in cold blood without absolute proof. He couldn’t do that to her no matter what her father had done. “What do the papers say?”
    “Bunch of financial crap. Will take me some time to go through it.”
    “Not just the most recent death. I want another investigated as well. And I need proof of both, Dmitri.”
    The shuffling of papers in the background stopped. “And what other death might that be?”
    Kaz paused. He barely knew Dmitri. By telling him the truth, he was possibly putting his life in the hands of one of the most dangerous men in Russia. The other most dangerous man in Russia.
    “Pavel Saiko.”
    For a moment, he didn’t even hear Dmitri breathing. “Still there?” he asked casually.
    “I’m not sure my life was worth this, Kazimir,” Dmitri said finally. “You’d better be right about this.”
    Kaz hung up and knocked his head back on the cushion. He wanted nothing more than to sleep, but he’d have to stay up until Charley was home. Shaking his head to ward off the exhaustion, he opened his laptop and flipped through the documents that Dmitri had sent a few days ago. They were financial records. But Dmitri said the papers that he’d just stolen were financial records.
    So what was different from the records that he had free access to and the ones he had to steal?
    ***
    Veronika was sitting on the quad, soaking up the sunshine and trying to focus on the words on the page. Fifteenth-century art. She was supposed to be focusing on fifteenth-century art, but her mind wasn’t anywhere near it.
    “Seriously. People are going to start talking.” Veronika looked up as Charley sat down next to her. She was staring at Kaz as he leaned against a nearby tree. He was hiding behind a pair of sunglasses, but she knew that his eyes were on her.
    “He’s actually doing well. In my undergraduate school, my classmates, complete strangers, wanted to call the cops because they feared I had stalkers after me. Kaz is good. He’s always been good,” she muttered. “How was your date last night?”
    Charley smiled. “Delicious. I wanted to bring him home, but I thought the hunk on the couch might break the mood. But the club was fantastic. I’m going back tonight. Come with me. You need a night off.”
    Veronika groaned. “If I take