Ruthless Saint

XXV

MIKA MALIKOV

        A hand rested on the low of my back. I didn't have to turn to look because I knew who it was. He was the only man who could make my body tremble with a simple touch.

        Pavel gave me a small nod the minute he recognized his Boss and walked away.

        We'd been having a conversation about the wedding because I'd finished my conversation with Dante to notice a change in the groom.

        I was expecting to see Igor who was supposedly marrying Vera but instead, another man assumed the role.

        I turned towards him to read his lips. He seemed a bit irritated and unsettled which was unlike Mischa.

        "What did you talk about with Dante?"

        "Nothing much."

        A muscle ticked in his jaw. "Details, Mika."

        "Why does it matter?" I asked.

        He didn't seem to care about anything concerning me after our almost kiss and here he was, talking with actual words. He was giving me serious whiplash left and right and I was beginning to think I should have taken Elena's words seriously. This man was bad for my mental health and if I knew what was good for me, I would walk away but I couldn't. And I had a feeling he wouldn't let me.

        He was quiet for a moment, watching me carefully. "What was it?"

        "Nothing."

        It really was nothing. Dante and I exchanged names, and he helped adjust my strap before Mischa walked over and nearly shot the man.

        "Nothing?" He repeated, his tone was filled with sarcasm.

        I nodded.

        "I see."

        He turned around and walked away from me, heading towards our seats. I took a deep breath, praying for patience and followed after him.

        He'd disappeared earlier and when he came back, his knuckles were busted, and he seemed irritated than usual.

        I wouldn't be shocked if Mischa had killed off Igor and had Lucky replace him as the groom. I suspected that was what really happened.

        "Are you okay?" I asked him as I took a seat beside Mischa.

        He was on his phone, typing lazily. "Why wouldn't I be?"

        Okay.

        "You seem on edge." I murmured.

        "Maybe because my wife seems to be unable to get herself out of trouble these days."

        I rolled my eyes. "You make it sound like I'm the one putting the gun in your hand."

        "Might as well be." He muttered almost inaudibly.

        I didn't know what he meant but I didn't bother replying.

        Mischa was obviously irritated about something I'd done, and I was beginning to realize this was a bit more than the accidental kiss we'd shared.

        My gaze was fixed on the happy couple walking down the aisle. Vera's face glowed as she looked up at Lucky with an unknown spark in her eyes.

        I wondered if that was what it looked like to be in love with someone.

        "Did you kill Igor?" I asked Mischa.