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She almost smiles. Almost, but not quite. “I don’t expect you to come home right away. But after the council meeting, after things are settled… do try.”
I sigh and run a hand through my hair. All I want right now is a strong drink and my bachelor pad in the city.
But as of eleven hours ago, I no longer have a bachelor pad in the city. What I have is what I inherited.
An eleven-bedroom mansion.
A thousand-man Bratva.
And a giant fucking target on my back.
“Ready, boss?” my best friend Konstantin asks as he takes my mother’s place at my side.
“Don’t call me that.”
“Don Orlov, then?” I shoot him a glare that makes his smirk wither. “Sorry, man. You know I’m not good at funerals.”
My cousin’s coping mechanism is humor. He’s still never quite learned when he ought to keep it tucked away.
“We’re one dysfunctional family, aren’t we?” I mutter under my breath. Then I shake my head in dismay. “Come on. The men will have gathered by now. Time to get this over with.”
3
MISHA
“The Crimson Orchid,” Konstantin mutters, looking around the room with incredulity. “Really?”
I understand his skepticism. The back room of the restaurant is small, sparse, understated. The Orlov Bratva owns a hundred properties more impressive than this one. But we’re here for a reason.
“It’s where my father hosted his first meeting as don,” I inform him. “My brother, too.”
I don’t tell him this, but we’re also here because it just feels right. I wasn’t around when my father held his first council, but I watched my brother navigate this same chaos after our father’s death. It’s funny, in a grim sort of way—Maksim is six feet beneath the earth right now, and I’m still following in his footsteps.
“Don Orlov,” Klim Kulikov greets as he walks into the room.
He’s followed by the five other men I’ve appointed as my Vors. All of them served my brother. All of them will serve me, too.
Konstantin takes his seat beside me. He is the only change I made to the status quo. This will be his first sit-in at a don’s council. The older men pretend not to eye him, but I don’t miss the questioning glances, the furtive looks.
“Be seated.”
Shuffling feet and scraping chairs fill the room as the seven of us take our seats. The table is round, which was an intentional choice. Maksim told me a long time ago that it is easier to gain respect if you make your men feel like your equals.
Then again, he also told me that a don’s word was law.
I’m still not sure if there’s room for both their opinions and mine. I suppose we’ll find out in a moment.
“You all made your pledges of fealty to my brother,” I begin. “You swore to follow him until the end of your lives or the end of his. As of three days ago, those vows have been upheld. But now, I’m asking you to make another one. To me.”
Vasily Novikov is the first to turn his dark gaze on me. “You are the don’s brother and the rightful heir to the throne of the Bratva. There is no question of our loyalty to you, sir.”
The others follow along with similar sentiments. I greet each one with a solemn nod. I figured they would support me, but it’s reassuring to hear it out loud. I’ll need their help in the coming days. Petyr Ivanov will not die easily.
Danil Vinogradov is the last to offer his oath. “Don Orlov?” he ventures hesitantly once he’s made his pledge.
I can’t decide if the words grate against my nerves because of his raspy voice or the title he chose.
Three days ago, I was simply “Misha.”
