into his hands and took several calming breaths. Then he asked, “Did Mickey touch you?”
Not waiting for her to answer, he looked at Nik, his jaw clenched. “He’s a dead man if he laid as much as a finger on her!” Looking back at Katya, he pointed a finger in her direction, raising his voice, “You are never to go back there. Never!”
Katya bristled at his tone. “You have no right to tell me what to do.” She surged to her feet, only to have her hand grabbed by Nikolai, who pulled back down into the chair right next to his. She gave him a lethal glare before turning it back to her uncle.
Danil muttered something under his breath and then calmed himself. “Let’s put that aside for the moment. What did you hope to accomplish by finding me? You said yourself that you never intended to do so. What changed your mind?”
Katya closed her eyes, trying to find her inner place of calm so that she could finish explaining herself. When she felt Nikolai squeeze her fingers, she opened her eyes to see that both men had calmed themselves and the bodyguard had withdrawn to the other room.
“I didn’t ever plan on contacting you. But then things changed.”
“What changed?” Nikolai asked, still keeping hold of her hand. He let his thumb rub over the back of her hand, feeling how her body trembled with the emotions crashing through her.
“I discovered that my parents were murdered,” she spat out, barely containing the fury she felt toward the two men who had killed her parents and then come after her.
“How did you discover this?” Danil asked.
Kat explained how she had realized she was being followed and recounted the visit from the FBI agents, including that her parents were about to become informants and that there was a mole in the FBI on the Ogalla payroll.
Before either man could speak, she continued, “I suspect the men who killed my parents are hoping to finish the job by killing me as well. I don’t fully understand how this was all supposed to work in their favor. According to my mother’s notes, the current leader of the Ogalla group is ostracized by almost all of the other organizations in the western hemisphere.”
Danil nodded, “That’s correct. He’s aligned himself so closely with the Colombian drug lords that more than once he has turned on his own Russian brothers to secure a higher profit. Most of the organizations have put their own price on his head to dismantle the entire organization.”
Katya wondered if that meant he would help her avenge her parents’ deaths.
“You still haven’t told us what you hoped to gain by locating your uncle,” Nikolai said, once again rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand.
Taking a breath, she looked her uncle in the eye. “I want the men who killed my parents dead. I want their bosses dead. I want everyone who hoped to gain from their death to meet the same fate they subjected my parents to!”
Nikolai was stunned at her coldness. She had not grown up knowing violence, yet she had easily become a partner with it in order to deal with her grief. She instinctively understood how her people defined justice and apparently wasn’t adverse to it.
Danil looked at Nikolai, who nodded, then promised Katya, “If revenge is what you are after, I believe that can be arranged. It will be my pleasure to ensure that the men responsible for the death of my sister pay with their lives.”
Katya exhaled. She’d really done it. She had just asked her uncle to kill people for her. It was surreal and she was having a hard time getting her head around it. That didn’t mean she was willing to change her mind or back down from whatever might be required of her.
Nikolai called his bodyguard back into the room, “Contact our link at the FBI, and make sure that whoever is looking for her is reassigned. Also, find Grigori and invite him to join us for the weekend.”
Danil listened to the instructions and then asked, “You’re going to bring in