I felt no excitement, no glee. Just impassivity. Then again, that was my usual way. Forty-three years I’d walked this earth and already it felt like there was nothing left to conquer.
You weren’t thinking like that when you smacked Mia’s ass.
I immediately forced that thought out of my head. She had made me feel things, and I did not appreciate it. It was best to never think about her again.
There was only one thing I should focus on, and that was to see Aslanov dead.
My phone rang. I scowled when I saw it was Kristoff. What a disappointment he’d been in the end, turning into a doting husband instead of the deadly, brooding young man I had hoped to raise. It was a sad fact that not killing your in-laws trumped a blood vow when it came to Vory law. Yet another reason why he should have never married.
I answered with a growl. “What do you want?”
“I’m going to do you a solid. After this we’re even.”
“Doubtful,katichka. You promised me a life. Aslanov is still breathing. I don’t give a crap that he’s entombed himself inside his fortress. Until I find a way to blow up the place, I’ll just have to settle with peeling off his son’s skin and feeding it to the wolves. All I asked from you was one life, and you did not deliver.”
“A life is exactly what I’m giving you,” the cocky bastard said. “Congrats, old man, you’re becoming a father.”
I choked on my drink. “Blyat!”