Saint is stunned by my actions.
“Yes, I know a guy. I think I could manage it,” he replies calmly. I was stupid not to think of this sooner. But there’s a reason for it.
My eyes never leave Saint’s. “Good. Can you call him? We’ll need them before this meeting takes place because I don’t trust Alek. If he gets wind of the fact we don’t need him anymore, he will have no qualms about feeding us to the sharks.”
“What are you doing?” Saint asks, his cheeks turning a deep crimson.
“Making a better plan,” I retort without pause. “You said we need Alek to get the f**k out of Russia. Well now, we don’t.”
“For once, I agree with her.” Zoey’s camaraderie means nothing to me because I only want the approval of one person.
“It’s not that simple,” Saint states heatedly.
“Why not?” I challenge bec
