Chapter Twenty
"Dad, are you sure you want to go home today? Yuri really meant it when he said you're welcome to stay as long as you'd like."
I sipped my coffee as we finished our breakfast in the kitchen. Sasha nudged my leg with his big furry head and silently begged for some of the bacon left on my plate. Even though Yuri had asked me not to feed Sasha from the table, I couldn't deny those wide dark eyes gazing up at me so adoringly. From the moment we'd walked through the door last night, Sasha hadn't let me out of his sight.
Feodor puttered around in the background, always ready to offer a refill or more of the scrumptious muffins he'd thrown together. I cast the older man a concerned glance. He'd been waiting for us when we'd arrived a little before midnight. I'd urged him to sleep in but I was positive he'd been ready with Yuri's coffee when he'd been called out a few hours earlier to deal with some last-minute negotiations to secure the final approvals on the pipeline.
"I know he meant it." My father ran his finger around the rim of his coffee cup. "I'm thankful for the offer—for all his offers of help—but I should get home and get things sorted out with Tommy."
Even though my curiosity begged to be satisfied, I didn’t ask how things would shake out between my father and my cousin. "Is there anything else in that warehouse of yours that I should be worried about?"
Dad looked chagrined. "I've always been so careful but this time?" He smoothed his hand over the wooden tabletop. "I'm done." He reached across the table to take my hand. "If it wasn't for you, I would be dead."
I didn't even want to think about that. "But you're not. This is your chance to go legit."
"I won't waste it. I'll make you proud of me."
Gripping his fingers, I confessed, "I may not have always been thrilled to have a criminal father but I've always been proud to claim you as my dad. I know that you made big changes when you got out of prison and again when she left."
His eyes darkened with sadness. "She would have been proud of the successful young woman you are."
Bitterness crept into my voice. "No, she wouldn’t."
Dad held tight to my hand, refusing to let me pull away and retreat emotionally. "You have to forgive her for leaving. She's gone now and there's no use hating a dead woman."
I swallowed hard as the old guilt started to gnaw at me. Instead of telling the truth and shaming the devil, I simply nodded. "You're right. I should forget her."
Because I damn sure wasn't ever going to forgive that woman for leaving us.
He let go of my hand but tapped my fingers gently. Looking uncomfortable, he cleared his throat. "You love Yuri."
"I do."
"I'm glad. I want you to be happy." He pulled back his hand and drank the last of his coffee. "Don't let the mistakes I made with your mother and the mistakes she made hold you back, Yelena. Me entiendes?"
"Yes."
"Good." He stood up and Sasha instantly jumped to his feet. Thankfully, the overprotective dog didn't growl at my father but he pushed against me, reminding me that he was right there to defend me. My dad shook his head and gathered up the empty dishes. "I can't believe Tommy was dumb enough to break into a house where a dog like that lives."
"I don't think Tommy realized Sasha lived here."
"How did he miss a dog that size?" Dad asked as he carried the dirty dishes to counter near the dishwasher. "You said he figured out a way to bypass the alarm system. If he studied the house that much, he wouldn't have been able to miss that dog."
I glanced at Feodor who looked to be following my train of thought. Yuri's fears that this was more of an inside job than he'd first suspected seemed more likely. I tried to remember exactly where everyone had been that first night. Hadn't Derek been the one in charge of the alarm?
"Will you give me a ride back to my place?"
"I'll have Kelly or Jake drive us." I crossed the kitchen to the phone mounted on the wall. "My car is still in the parking lot at my apartment."
"Uh-huh," my dad said slowly.
I knew that tone but I had already dialed Jake so it would have to wait.
"Jake here," he answered a bit breathlessly.
"Hey, Jake, can you drive my dad home and take me to run some errands?"
"Yes for your dad but the errands are a maybe. Where did you want to go?"
"By my apartment to get some things."
"All right. We'll make it work. Give us a couple of minutes."
As I hung up the phone, I caught my dad's eye. "What?"
"I'm not trying to tell you how to live your life—"
"But?"
"But," he said carefully, "you've worked damn hard to earn an education. Don't throw it all away on being a kept woman."
Feodor choked on his hot tea. Rolling my eyes, I stepped closer to him and patted his back while he dabbed at his mouth with a napkin. He waved me away with an amused smile on his face. "I'm fine."
I fixed my dad with a glare. "I'm not a kept woman. Right now, things are very dangerous and uncertain and I'm staying here because it's safer for me, for Vivian, for my friends. And, yes, technically I am unemployed right now but I have no plans to mooch off Yuri. I have plenty of money saved to get me through my unemployment and I'm already looking into starting a new business with a friend of mine."
Dad exhaled with relief. "Okay. That's all I needed to hear."
The side entrance off the butler's pantry opened and Sasha rushed off to inspect the newcomer. Certain it was Jake or Kelly, I didn’t call him back. I started to ask Feodor if Yuri had mentioned anything about dinner plans but a high-pitched yelp from Sasha stopped me cold.
Terrified, I hurried to the arched pantry entrance. "Sasha?"
Skidding to a stop, I discovered poor Sasha collapsed on the tile floor with a dart sticking out of his neck. My panicked gaze jumped to the side door but the gun muzzle pointed right at my face was all I could focus on in that horrifying moment.
"Walk backward slowly and don't try anything stupid…"
* * *
The intercom on his desk buzzed. He grunted at the annoying interruption and dropped the stack of faxed paperwork from the final pipeline negotiations onto his desk. Punching the key, he growled, "What?"
"Ty Weston is here to see you, sir."
The last thing Yuri wanted to deal with today was that gossipmonger. No doubt he'd come here to ask if Yuri intended to support Lena in the proposed business. "Tell him I don't have time. Ask him to make an appointment."
He hit the button and ended that discussion. The pile of notes and email backing up in his inbox irritated him even more. Anna's last-minute trip to deal with an ailing family member had been extended another couple of days, and he desperately needed her help.
The door to his office burst open and Ty strode into the room with that over-confident swagger that grated on Yuri's nerves. Impeccably dressed, he smoothed a hand over his hair. "We have to talk, Yuri."