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“And why would that be?”
He shrugs. “Probably because he suspects I am talking with the FBI.”
My brows raise. “Are you?”
He grins. “At times. So, sadly, your uncle must go. Before he makesmego.” He chuckles. “Don’t pretend to be sad. We both know your uncle is a piece of shit who you don’t like anyways.”
He’s right. I have no love for my uncle. But family is still family. I guess a part of me still feels terrible knowing what’s planned for Anton’s future.
“So,” Pavel rubs his hands together. “Anton goes. I help guide the Korolyov organization into becoming a smaller part of the Ivanovich family.”
“With you in charge?” I spit.
He smiles. “No. But Sasha?” He laughs. “A very useful idiot. An eager moron. He is malleable. It is best to have a Korolyov at the head of the Korolyov family, no?” He smiles. “But one that I speak through.”
I stare at him in shock. I’ve always known Pavel was a lunatic. But this is insane.
He balks at me. “What? This makes me a monster to you? Me?” He snorts. “Look at who you’re fucking married to! Micheal Genovese? The iron hand of the Scaliami family?” He sneers. “He murdered his fucking wife, you know.”
My lip curls back. “No, he didn’t,” I hiss. “Youdid.”
Pavel slowly smiles. It’s as if it’s his way of not bothering to deny it any further. Instead, he just shrugs. “Funny, isn’t it?”
“What is, you asshole?” I sneer.
“That I’m making a habit of that.”
“Of—”
“Of killing the women married to Micheal Genovese.”
I freeze. I feel cold all over when I realize what he’s saying.
“Pavel…”
“You know, I have tried before.” He waves his hand. “Not while you were Micheal’s wife. Many years ago. I’ve planned for this for a long time. But I have tried before.”
I stare at him, trembling. “What?”
He grins. “It seems you are fireproof, littledevochka.”
Th weight of his words crushes me. “You…”
“Yes, me,” he snarls. “But this time, I will not fail. This time,” he growls. He puts his hands on my wrists and leans close to me. I flinch away, and he smiles.
“This time, I will not.”
“He’ll come for me,” I spit. “Micheal. He’ll find out where I am, and he’ll—”
“I am counting on it,devochka,” Pavel hisses. “Very much so.”
17
Micheal
I blink.For a second, I wonder if I’m dead. But then I realize I can hear a voice far away yelling my name as if through a wall. I’m being shaken, and I blink my eyes again. They stay open this time, and I look up.
I’m on the floor. There’s smoke and dust everywhere. Dominic is looking down at me. Blood trickles down the side of his temple. There are burn barks on his suit and black marks on his face.
