York City.”
Andreas nodded his head in agreement. “Indeed. Natasha is very generous when it comes to her Russian compatriots, both with her time and money. But why does this make you question her loyalty to the coven?”
“It doesn’t. Not necessarily. Nonetheless, it is in our best interest to keep an eye on the situation,” his father recommended. “If nothing else, stay informed about what is happening in the Russian community. I am having the one who abused his human companion brought before the board of trustees. We’ll let the pure bloods decide his fate. You may know the accused, a man by the name of Ivan Olshanskey?”
Andreas’ mind wandered to Olshanskey. A constant fixture stationed at the main entrance to the club. He didn’t want to accept it as truth. But if Natasha had prior knowledge of the bouncer’s violent abuse of his girlfriend and purposely kept the information from him, there’d be hell to pay. The thought of Natasha’s betrayal left a bitter taste in his mouth.
Finally, Andreas sighed. “Yes, I’m acquainted with Mr.
Olshanskey. He’s a security officer at The Crypt . I’m surprised he’d get involved in something like this.”
Aristotle’s smile broke through. It was an act of mercy before he delivered the final blow. “I understand your concern. It is only fair I let you know now. I am making a recommendation to the coven’s board of trustees asking Olshanskey be deported and any future offensives punished severely, especially from those under your employ.”
“Agreed.” Andreas bowed his head in a submissive gesture.
Aristotle made it clear that negotiating the point would be futile.
“Andreas.” The father placed a hand on his son’s shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. “You are the leader of this coven. You do not want this situation to get out of hand.”
“Of course, Father,” he acknowledged as he brushed past the old man on his way out the door. “Once again, thank you for telling me how to do my job.”
Just what he needed. Another wench to worry about, on top of the one who’d already been driving him insane. Women would surely be the death of him.
****
Andreas hopped back into his silver Porsche Carrera and headed toward to the expressway on the trip back into the city. He couldn’t help but mull over everything his father had said. No matter how much he hated to admit it, there was something strange about how Natasha dealt with the other Russian employees at the club.
Coupled with the revelation about Ivan, Andreas’s interest had peaked in the worst sort of way.
His stomach twisted in knots at the thought of the two bouncers accused of accosting his human patrons. Even worse, Natasha had pretty much written off the incident as a misunderstanding. This after she gained a reputation for having no tolerance for other employees who didn’t follow the rules. The Crypt had an iron-clad policy about employees who fraternized with humans on company premises. It was strictly prohibited.
Andreas pulled into The Crypt ’s underground parking structure, his fingers white from their tight grip on the steering wheel.
How could he have allowed such a complete disregard for his authority? His father had been right after all, and that fact made him boiling inside.
I’ve got to handle Natasha before things get out of control.
But first, I’d better feed. I need all the strength I can muster in order to confront her.
Chapter Six
The Subway Rendezvous
It neared eleven o’clock on a Friday night in New York City.
87th Street still bustled with people. Horns blared and lights glared as nighttime came to life. Andreas headed to the subway station below in search of sustenance. The last train would soon arrive at the station as club hoppers made their way above ground. It would give him the perfect opportunity to find someone to satisfy his hunger, if only temporarily.
He descended the steps, the far-off whistle of the train reverberated against