tell you that. They’ve been fucking up for years. I only kept them on my staff to create a distraction by following my fighters around. I knew they were too stupid to be undetected. Hopefully Mikhail and Leo noticed they were being followed and lost sight of the bigger picture.
“Those fighters are mine, and I don’t intend for them to forget it. That dick Abram Gromov might think he could bully me by taking over my men while I was in the slammer, but he’s mistaken. They’re mine. And I intend to get them back. If Boris’ and Erik’s stupidity planted even half of that seed, I’ve succeeded.”
Dayton lifted a brow, infuriating Anton.
Anton glared back. “What happened to the redhead?”
“She left with Mikhail Dudko,” Dayton added.
“Of course she did.” Anton pushed to standing, slamming his hands on the desk. “I want her found. I want her back in my lab. You hear me?”
“Finding her isn’t a problem, sir. We know where she is.” Millings lifted his face. “She’s at her apartment. With Mikhail. But getting her is another story.”
“Find a way. Find a hole. The damn feds can’t possibly be watching her every second of every hour of every day.”
Dayton stood next. He faced Anton head-on, which pissed him off even more. “We are the feds. Don’t forget that. We’re part of the detail in charge of ensuring she’s safe. From you , I might add. And if you want us to continue to feed you information, you’re going to have to find someone else to snatch her and some other way to make it happen, because if we compromise our position, we’re no longer any good to you at all.”
Anton leaned in, furious. “And I’m paying you twice what the fucking government pays you to make things happen. I can also make you both disappear in a fucking heartbeat.” He snapped his fingers between them. “Don’t you forget that .”
Dayton’s face turned a dark shade of red. “Fine. Let me also point out that if we’re caught, we lose our jobs and go to jail, and you lose your fount of information. So, it isn’t in your best interest to put us in a position that risks your operation.” He stepped back, his lips pursed.
Good. He needed to wipe some cocky off his face before Anton found a way to make him disappear. “Get a bug in that apartment.”
Millings cleared his throat. “That’s going to be difficult, sir.”
“Why? What’s so hard about it?”
“We’ve already met at the field office. There are men stationed to guard the building twenty-four seven. We haven’t been assigned that particular detail yet. We don’t have access.”
Anton straightened his spine, setting his hands on his hips. He couldn’t hold back the sarcastic retort. “When it’s your turn to watch, how about you walk into the apartment and plant one?”
Millings cocked his head to one side and narrowed his gaze. “Because we aren’t the only ones with access. Someone would just sweep the place on the next shift and destroy our bug.”
“Find a way. Figure something out. Get me more information,” Anton responded. He pointed at the door. “Go. Get out.”
Dayton nodded and left the office with Millings on his tail.
Good. Anton hoped he put a bit of the fear of God in the men. They worked for him. Not the other way around. And if they didn’t get the job done right, he would have them taken out of the picture in two seconds flat without getting his hands dirty.
If they even thought of double crossing him…
Chapter Three
Haley paced the center of her apartment, running her hands through her hair. Frustration caused her to do it, but it felt so good having her hair washed properly and blow-dried for the first time in weeks, she couldn’t resist.
“I know you need the exercise, but you’re wearing a hole in the carpet.”
“I know I’m being a greedy bitch, but for some strange reason, I don’t trust my life to anyone else right now.”
Mikhail finished tying his shoe and stood. “I’m only