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Marco and I shared a quick look. “How the fuck do you know what’s going on in my house?” I asked. I hated that I had just confirmed that Sasha, and I were having problems.

“My daughter and I are very close,” she sneered.

“Bullshit.” I knew that Sasha couldn’t stand her mother. The difference was that Sasha was too kind to tell her mother that. I’d watched her in the hospital grin and bear things. “Sasha barely tolerates you. Can’t blame her. If my own mother was like you, I would have put a bullet in her brain.”

My own mother was a saint.

Katarina jumped up from the table. The icy facade was fading, and I realized that Katarina Petrov was an angry woman.

“If I was your mother, I would have made sure you were dead before you even crawled out of my womb.”

I didn’t react to her words. They couldn’t harm me. Her family had already taken my mother.

“Sit down, Katarina,” Isaac ordered his wife.

She didn’t sit. I didn’t think she would. Instead, she turned to Isaac, sneering at him. “You are weak,” she said, spit flying from her mouth. “You should be ashamed of yourself.”

Isaac stood up and grabbed her by the arm. “I told you to sit!”

For the first time, I saw Isaac as the Pakhan and not a middle-aged father who he often portrayed.

“What have you done with Sasha?” he asked, shaking her. Katarina’s head went back and forth, and I feared that it would snap off her neck.

She was laughing maniacally, and I was starting to wonder if she’d lost her mind. The last thing any of us needed was an insane Russian woman around.

“Isaac…” I cautioned. I wanted to question Katarina on where she’d stashed my wife, and I feared Isaac hurting her before she could speak.

“You’ve been a thorn in my side since the day I married you,” he growled.

Katarina snorted. “You’d be nothing without me. Nothing.”

“Your father didn’t hand over the Bratva because he knew that your greed would destroy us,” Isaac hissed. He had moved one of his hands around Katarina’s throat, and I knew he was squeezing from the way that her hands went to his.

“Where is my daughter?” Isaac howled.

I stood up, opened my mouth to remind Isaac that she couldn’t speak if he was squeezing the life out of her, but I didn’t get the chance to say anything.

A bullet ripped through Isaac’s head, splattering blood, bone, and brain matter across the room.

“Get down,” Marco yelled. I felt my brother tackle me to the ground as the entire room was lit up with bullets.

“Fuck,” I muttered. Our guns had been confiscated at the door, and we’d been searched thoroughly, so I knew neither myself nor my brother had a weapon on us. Wood, cushions, and glass were raining down upon us.

“Who the fuck is shooting at us?” Marco hollered over the machine gun fire. “Where are the Bratva guards?”

I had no idea, but as I hunkered down I worried that Marco and I weren’t going to make it out of here. I’d never feared death. I’d faced it more than once, but this time, I knew that if I died, Sasha was going to be at the mercy of her mother, who had clearly lost her mind.

But just as quickly as the room had been shot to hell, the shooting stopped. Marco and I looked at one another, both surprised.

“Reload?” he asked.

I shrugged. Whoever was shooting could be lulling us out. The precision of their shot to Isaac’s head wasn’t some random nut. That was an assassin level shot.

“We are sitting ducks,” I said. “Either they kill us, or when Isaac’s men get themselves together, they’ll do it.”

Marco cursed under his breath. “Are you sure Sasha is worth all of this?” he asked me.

I glared at him. If he hadn’t been my brother, I would have left him here to die for disrespecting my wife.

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