again. “The Italian?”
Bain scowled. Was there anything Mikhail Romanoff didn’t know? “Who told you?” Only Braden could have, but he didn’t think he would. In fact, Bain would stake his life on knowing Braden wouldn’t betray his secrets.
“I have an organization full of people who deal in the information business.”
“So you spied on me.” An anger began to course through Bain, but at the same time, a feeling of belonging to a family where someone cared.
This was new to Bain.
Mikhail raised a brow. “I call that looking out for my own. And let's don't forget this is my territory.” His tone was haughty, and Bain got the message.
“Yes, the Italian.”
“I need your help. I want you to accompany Carina on an errand.”
“What errand?”
Mikhail picked up a file, leafed through the papers. “I need your services for the week. I think that should be enough time.”
“What services?”
“The ones that get you all bruised up. You're doing security, right?”
Bain did not want to lie, so he said nothing.
“So you will help me for the next week?”
Bain tilted his head, considering the timeline. “That will prove difficult.”
“I will take care of the Italian.”
“This is my debt to pay,” Bain said. There was nothing he wanted more than to help Carina and spend time with her.
“This is my territory.” The way Mikhail rolled his Rs made Bain look up.
The older polar bear shifter's eyes gleamed with a silver fire in their depths. This was a sure sign his bear was surfacing. “I have not taken care of your debt. As much as I would like to, and as much as Miriam would like me to, because she is very disturbed by your bruises and contusions. I believe in each man's right to create his own destiny. I have merely asked for an extension.” A smile that belonged on a shark appeared on Mikhail’s face. “Don't worry, I asked nicely.”
Bain found himself happy that he would not ever be Mikhail's enemy.
“You know, you don't have to pay your brother's blood debt.”
Bain shrugged.
“You're too honorable.”
Another shrug.
Maybe I am.
Chapter 14
“ Y ou're sure ?” Mikhail Romanoff had a file in his hands.
How in the world did he have answers already? Mikhail had summoned her early that morning with a phone call, telling her he had heard back from his sources.
Carina fought to keep her fingers from shaking. She was standing in his study with Miriam next to her. Miriam had her arm around Carina's shoulders.
Carina had not slept well the last few nights--after the night she’d come over and told Miriam and Mikhail the whole story.
“You're sure you want answers?” Mikhail repeated his question.
“I'm sure. Good or bad, I need to know.”
Miriam's hand traveled down Carina's arm and clasped her hand tightly. “We're here for you. Whatever you need. You’re family. And not just honorary. Your sisters are mated to my nephews, who are practically my sons. That makes your sisters my daughters. And that makes you my daughter, as well.”
Carina's bottom lip trembled. She wanted to cry at the woman's generosity and kindness. She fought the tears.
“Do you want to read it? Or do you want me to read it to you?”
“You do it.” Carina held on to the back of the chair.
Mikhail opened the file.
“Her name is Breanna. They call her Bree.”
Carina exhaled looking down, keeping her emotions hidden from view. “So she is alive. And she's with a family.” Joy that her daughter was alive coupled with disappointment that she would not get to be a part of her life. For what couple would let her be? Surely they'd want to keep Breanna to themselves. And she could not blame them.
“Not exactly,” Mikhail said.
Carina's head snapped up. “What do you mean?”
Mikhail sorted through the papers, pulled one out, held it up so she could see it. “No family.”
Carina took the page from him. She studied it.
Breanna's parents had been killed. She paused to absorb that.