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In the end, I told myself it was the only way.
The only thing I didn’t plan for was the look of devastation in her eyes when she walked into my bedroom and saw me fucking that whore.
When she fled, I tried to reconcile with myself that what I did was for the best. That with her out of my life, she would be free to live and do as she please. Then her little vendetta against me began and, though it was a nuisance, it gave me a pang of hope.
When I left Russia at eighteen with my sister and moved to America, I made a new life for us both. I’d built my life up from nothing. I wasn’t a businessman in the normal sense. Far from it. If I wanted something, I took it. I didn’t let anyone get in my way. Blood flowed around me daily. I ruled my world with an iron fist. I controlled all in my domain.
I was the boss.
The Bratva King of New York City.
There wasn’t a soul who didn’t know of me.
Men and women who saw me coming ran the other way.
When my eyes landed on an individual, that person knew they were going to die. And they did. I didn’t believe in second chances.
Second chances only got someone killed.
Yet, looking at the angry woman across from me, I prayed she gave me one. Not that I deserved one. If she was smart, she would kill me because that was the only way I was ever going to leave her alone.
My phone vibrated. Swiping my thumb across the screen, I read.
Vladmir: You made her look weak.
Me: She doesn’t have a weak bone in her body.
Vladmir: What do you want me to tell the boys?
Me: She’s protected at all costs. No matter what happens to me.
Turning off my phone, I placed it in my coat pocket and leaned back in the leather chair and listened as Montana spoke.
“The Sinners will cover the docks. Until we know who he’s looking for, I say we all continue business as usual.”
“Agreed,” Renaldo nodded. “The Romano family will continue to cover the Burroughs. Maxim, what do you think?”
My eyes drifted to hers as she sat stoically at the head of the table, looking at her phone. “According to the files he left behind, he knows everything about us. It doesn’t matter what I think because until we learn who he’s after, we’re in the dark. We’ve all had run-ins with him. Me, more so than any of you. We will know soon enough what his play is, then we can form a plan.”
“Any word on Benson Graves?” Salvatore Valentinetti asked.
“No. Fucker’s in the wind. However, I think I might know who Petrovitch is looking for.” Montana sighed, looking directly at me, before he turned to look at Illyria.
Silence reigned until she looked up at him in annoyance.
“What?”
“When Storm and Pippen started going through the files left behind by Graves, they needed more manpower. They brought in Sypher from the Golden Skulls. Fucking kid found something interesting,”
Narrowing my eyes, I said nothing as my woman glared, waiting. I didn’t like the stern look on Montana’s face and wondered what the fuck he was up to.
“What did he find?” I asked, my eyes glued to hers once more.
When Montana didn’t say anything, Salvatore growled, “Well?”
“It was a footnote. Handwritten on a document Graves left behind. He tried to erase it, but Sypher’s too damn good. The kid figured out what Graves erased.”
“Well!?” Illyria growled, annoyed.
