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Dutch hated that he was doing this. Well, almost.
He knew he had to do this.
He knew that Revy cared about Rock. Too much. But she did. She cared deeply about him.
Which was why Balalaika had come to Dutch to speak about this matter.
Dutch had made sure that all three Revy, Rock and Benny would be out, when he was going to speak with Balalaika.
He sat across from the Russian mob boss at the Lagoon company and Dutch was relieved he had not breathed a word of who was going to be seeing him at their company. For the best that they didn’t know.
Balalaika sat back against the sofa, flanked by her men, Boris, naturally, closest to where Balalaika sat.
And Dutch knew that this was what had to be done.
For Revy’s sake.
Dutch said quietly, as Balalaika calmly smoked her cigar, “You know that she can never find out, right?”
“Of course, Dutch,” Balalaika commented, puffing out the smoke, “It will appear as a random attack. She will not immediately realize who is responsible. But you realize she probably will come to the conclusion that it was our faction? But don’t worry, the blame won’t be placed at your feet.”
Dutch nodded. “Thanks,” he sighed, “I’m sorry for this, Balalaika.”
“Think nothing of it, Dutch,” Balalaika spoke softly, “This has been coming for a while now. Rock is a liability. A danger. And I will not allow him to put Revy in danger again.”
Dutch wasn’t surprised by this. He had seen the state that Revy had been in, when she and Rock had returned from Japan.
Revy’s leg had been stabbed and she looked like death warmed over.
And he knew that Rock’s intentions to continue to manipulate others, was going to continue.
And it wouldn’t matter to Rock if Revy was in danger or not.
This was what ultimately made Dutch’s decision for him.
That was why he had asked for Balalaika’s presence today.
He knew he was breaking Revy’s trust, and so was Balalaika.
But that was just what had to happen.
Balalaika and Revy had been together now for almost three years.
And yes, Dutch knew. He had known for a while.
And he knew how Rock resented Balalaika’s presence in Revy’s life, severely. But he didn’t know what their exact relationship was.
But Dutch had seen the hate in Rock’s eyes as he had looked at the Russian.
Dutch had made the decision after seeing Revy’s injury and seeing how close to death she had come.
Revy, whether she wanted to admit it to herself or not, was as close as she would come to a daughter to Dutch, and Dutch was as close as he would come to a father to Revy.
And he was going to protect her.
And as Dutch faced Balalaika, as father and lover to the young woman they were trying to protect, faced each other, Dutch was not surprised, so he nodded to Balalaika again, pleased and resigned to what Balalaika was going to do to Rock, seeing those cold blue eyes glinting with danger, as the scarred Russian woman swore to kill the man that was such a threat to the woman that she loved.
They both knew that Revy likely eventually would figure out what had happened, and she would blame them-hate them even.
But this was what had to be done.
For Dutch’s daughter.
For Balalaika’s love.
Rock would be killed soon.
And it would be for Revy’s protection.