Chapter 14 - Sienna
“Avit…” I moaned.
He kissed his way up my body, his fingers trailing between my wet pussy lips, sending my nervous system into a frenzy.
“Yes, angel?” he whispered near my ear.
His voice was low, sexy, sinful enough to make my toes curl. I moaned again.
“Tell me you want me,” he said, pulling back to look at me.
That look in his eyes…God. I knew that if I told him I’d changed my mind, he would’ve stopped instantly, gotten dressed, and walked away without hesitation.
But I wanted Avit. So badly.
“I want you,” I whispered.
“Mrs. Safin?” My name echoed faintly, followed by soft knocking.
Avit kissed me again, and I tangled my fingers in his hair, but his face began to fade, the warmth of his body dissolving as my name grew louder and louder…
My eyes snapped open.
I blinked, disoriented.
“Mrs. Safin?” Wexler called from the other side of my bedroom door.
I shot a glance at my nightstand clock. It was one in the morning. Shit.
A spike of panic hit me. Did something happen to Avit?
I raced to the door, ignoring the dampness in my panties, and yanked it open.
“Is Avit okay? Is something wrong?” I blurted, wide-eyed.
“Mr. Safin is fine.” He held out a phone. Wait, is that my phone? “He’s on the line. He said it’s urgent.”
I grabbed it. “Hello?”
“Hey, Sienna. Sorry to wake you, but I need your help,” Avit said, rushed.
“Sure, what’s up?”
“I need you to go to the office and work on your laptop there,” he said quickly. “Leave the office door open. Wexler will stand outside in case I need him.”
“Okay. I’m going now.” I turned to Wexler, who was trailing me down the steps. “You’re with me.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he nodded.
As soon as I sank into my chair, I asked, “What do you need?”
“Your father stole from us again. I tracked the goods to a delivery service facility.”
I swallowed hard. Dammit Dad!
I forced myself to focus on what Avit was saying. “I'm going to give you the codes for all the goods that Jasper was supposed to deliver tonight, since I have no idea what he took.”
There was a pause on the phone and the rustling of paper before he spoke again. “And Sienna…don't let your father know that we're on to him. Got it?”
I couldn’t believe he actually thought I’d call my dad and warn him. Please. Over the past week, Avit and I had gotten…closer. Not sex close, not again. But every morning, he gave me this light kiss on the lips that lingered way longer than it should.
Then came the look in his eyes. A look that always said he wanted more, like he was holding himself back.
Maybe he regretted that night. Maybe he didn’t want me to feel bad. Or maybe, more likely, he still saw me as a piece on his damn chessboard, something he needed to keep calm, controlled, and compliant.
But whatever.
“Yup. Got it,” I said, slightly annoyed. “You said something about codes?”
Over the next twenty-five minutes, Avit fed me the license codes for all the products.
“Okay,” I said, fingers flying over the keys. “Now I’ll hack into the company’s system, add the codes, and set it so that the second any of them are logged, I get an alert.”
“Good.”
An hour later, after finishing the setup, I leaned back. “This company only deals with other delivery companies. So wherever it goes after here isn’t the final stop.”
“Which means someone’s being careful covering their tracks,” Avit said over the speaker.
It made sense. If someone didn’t want the Safins tracing stolen goods back to them, they’d make damn sure every step was hidden.
“Do you need me for anything else?” I asked.
“No, that’s it. Wexler will keep watch on the laptop, and if anything pings, he’ll come get you. You should get some rest. And Sienna…thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
I was about to hang up when the words slipped out. “Hey, Avit?”
A few seconds passed before he answered. “Yes, angel?”
Goosebumps rose along my arms. No one had ever given me a cute nickname before, and hearing it come from him—soft and sweet, nothing like the hard, ruthless Bratva mask he wore for everyone else—sent an unexpected shiver through me.
“Can I keep my phone?”
I held my breath.
“Yes, angel. You can. I’m sorry I kept it from you for so long. I’ve got to go. I’ll see you at breakfast.”
The line went dead.
By the time I passed Wexler outside the office on my way back to my room, he was already on his phone. Once I got inside, the sleepiness was gone. I switched on the light, sat behind my desk, and buried myself in studying.
Over the next four days, nothing happened, and Avit was on edge.
I saw it in everything: the constant tension in his shoulders, the way he’d force a smile when he saw me, how he’d reread the same page in a file for ten full minutes when we worked in the office together.
How he’d snap at me, then immediately apologize.
That night, I was studying when a knock rattled my door. I got up to open it.
“Mrs. Safin, we got a ping for a few of the codes,” Wexler said.
My stomach tightened. I hurried to my desk, grabbed my phone, and sprinted to the office, already dialing Avit.
“Sienna, is something wrong?” Avit answered immediately.
“No,” I said quickly. “A few of the codes went off. I just got into the office, I’m logging in now.” I set the phone on speaker, my fingers scrambling across the keyboard, my eyes glued to the screen.
“I’ve got an address,” I said. “And the name of the delivery company.”
“Tell me the location and send me the codes,” he said. I heard movement in the background, then the fast, heavy sound of his footsteps. I rattled off the address just as a door slammed and tires squealed on his end.
“Avit, this stopover hub you’re heading to is used by several delivery companies.”
“Which means the stolen goods could go anywhere,” he said.
“Anywhere corporate,” I corrected. “These companies don’t deliver to residential properties.”
“Send me the list of companies.”
I rattled off the names, then asked, “Are you heading to the hub?”
“Yes.”
“Why? We don’t know how long it’ll take before we get another alert,” I said, fingers flying as I set up the stolen codes to track activity at the hub. I left the other company codes active too, just in case my father decided to sell more goods.
“Because something tells me there’s a lot more happening at this hub than just deliveries.”
“Are your Bratva senses tingling?” I teased.
He chuckled. “As a matter of fact, they are. And my siblings and I learned a long time ago to trust them.”
A comfortable silence filled the space between us as I finished setting up the system and tapped into the surveillance feeds for the stopover hub.
A door shut on his end. “I’m here. I’ll need you to pull up the surveillance for me.”
“Already done, Ace.”
A low, husky growl slipped through the speaker, and heat shot straight between my legs.
“You're not allowed to call me Ace unless I'm in front of you. Understood?”
The sudden tone and authority in his voice made me bite back a moan, and I nodded, forgetting that we were on a call.
“Yes,” I whispered. Then in a stronger, more focused voice, I asked, “Are you looking for anything in particular?”
“No,” he whispered. “I’m going incognito. Track me on the cameras. I have my earpiece in. If anyone heads my way, you let me know.”
“I will.”
On my screen, I tracked Avit moving through the hub like a phantom, gun in hand. Sometimes he paused to examine packages or crates; other times, he simply listened in on conversations. A few times, I had to redirect him out of danger zones.
It felt like I was in a live video game, except that if he got killed, there was no respawn.
As much as I hated to admit it, watching him in action turned me on.
There was so much I didn’t know about him.
Sure, I knew he was Bratva, but he wasn’t always in danger like his three older brothers.
The only other things I knew for certain were that he managed the books, and the way his mind worked with numbers was out of this world.
Maybe I was impressed because I usually saw him as an intellectual, not a Bratva thug.
Seeing him in action, I couldn’t deny it—he was stealthy, efficient, and utterly competent.
An hour later, I exhaled as he exited the hub. But it didn’t last. My laptop pinged: the stolen goods had been updated. My eyes stayed glued to the screen. To my surprise, the items weren’t listed with any of the partner companies.
“Avit, we’ve got a problem.”
“What is it, angel?” he asked, and I heard a car door slam shut.
“All the stolen goods have been listed, but not to a corporate location. It’s tagged for a private, unregistered delivery drop.”
“Do you have the location?”
“I do,” I said, biting my lower lip as my fingers flew across the keys. “But I don’t know who owns the property. It’s not anywhere in their system.”
“Send me the location so I can head over.”
“I don’t think you should, especially when we don’t know who owns it. A dangerous person could own that place.”
“You do know I’m also a dangerous person, right?” Avit asked, amusement curling through his voice.
“What I’m saying is that you don’t know what to expect. There’s a reason someone went out of their way to hide who owns this place.”
“Sienna, I—”
“Avit, listen,” I cut him off. “At the hub, I could tap into the surveillance and track you. Here? You’d be going in blind.
I can’t access any cameras if I can’t even identify who they belong to.
Before you walk in there, you should know how many guards are posted, what weapons they’re carrying, and what kind of security system you’re dealing with.
Let me dig deeper first, so you have an actual game plan. ”
“Sienna, what if they move the goods tonight? What if this is just another drop-off? This could be my only chance to figure out who Jasper is selling to,” he said, frustration seeping into his voice.
“There have been multiple drop-offs at this same location for over a year. Same unregistered address. They tried to scrub the data, but whoever did it didn’t do a thorough job.”
“This is the first solid lead we’ve had. We need to act now. I’ll just go and see where it is,” he insisted.
“You don’t know if they have sensors hidden along the road, or snipers on rooftops waiting to take out anyone who gets too close. You know better than I do that information is what keeps you alive. Yes, it’s a solid lead, but we could blow it if we rush in blind.”
There was a moment of silence.
“Fine.” His tone was clipped. “I’ll let it rest for now. I’ll be home soon.”
The line went dead.
My shoulders slumped as I leaned back, trying to get my racing heart under control.
If Avit had gone to that location tonight and something happened to him, his entire family would blame me for giving him the information, especially Pyotr.
Something told me that under all that charm, he really didn’t like me.
They’d pull Avit’s call records, see my number, and assume I lured him there.
And then they’d find out who my father was… and dig even deeper….
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to stop the room from tilting. And if he did go, if something did happen and I never saw him again…
God! I knew I’d never get over it.
But the bigger question, the one that made my stomach twist, was why I was this terrified of him getting hurt. This was the world he grew up in. Danger was practically part of his DNA.
But this was also the world that would take him out.
I forced the thoughts away and refocused on my screen. I started digging deeper into the location and whoever owned it. Because if Avit was hell-bent on going eventually, then I needed to make damn sure he’d be safe when he did.