Wicked Boss (Bratva Brothers 2)

"He mentioned moving overseas for work. That wasn't true, was it?" Hannah exhales a soft breath, her bottom lip pouts.

"He wouldn't have been moving regarding his job," I say. Mark planned on running and moving to the Caymans after siphoning enough money for a fresh start. Men like Markus who steal from the bratva have a short shelf-life. He must have known that we were on to him. "Go keep Bay company. I'll come to get you if we have any further questions."

Hannah heads out of my office, quietly closing the door behind herself.

I wait until she's not outside the door and down the hallway. "I believe her," I say, waiting for Mikhail's input. His view is the only one that matters, but I want it stated that I don't believe Hannah has done anything wrong.

"Based on the surveillance footage that Nikita showed me from the office, Markus didn't contact her or anyone else while at work. Her story sounds legit. Keep an eye on her around the compound and make sure she's not trying to get any information, but I have no reason to suspect her involvement."

I breathe a sigh of relief. It's good that Hannah's not on Mikhail's radar, because if she were, she'd probably be thrown downstairs into the prison and interrogated with far harsher methods than sitting down for a little chat.

Mikhail heads out of the office, and I sit down at my desk to finish going through the surveillance footage that we took and erase the video of the night of Mark's death.

There's a rough knock at the door. "Come in," I say to whoever is on the other side.

Madisyn steps foot inside my office. She closes the door behind herself.

"What's going on?" I ask.

"We need to talk."