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“He doesn’t know many people in the U.S. that can lend him a hand. He could be there licking his wounds after I nearly bankrupted him this morning. Do you think he’d go to Romanov for help?” They were working on a project together as well as the lies I had whispered about Drago to Vlad.
“That’s going to be hard to do, considering Romanov doesn’t help anyone and certainly not against you.”
“True, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t try. Given that I did say I didn’t trust Drago to Vlad’s face. If he believed me, then he’ll be hoping to find a way inside with one of the most ruthless killers we know.”
“Don’t worry about it for now. We’ll see if that’s the plan after we deal with that little side project at the house,” Alek says, driving down the main road.
I’m about to slam his head on the steering wheel. “Don’t call her that.”
“I was referring to your guest in the cellar.” He chuckles hard. “Although it seems she’s always on your mind.”
“It’s like you said.” Flipping him off, I take a deep breath and control the rage inside.
“Life is funny like that. Do you want me to take your father’s watch in to be fixed?”
“No. I’ll do it myself.” I don’t want anyone else to touch it.
“Okay.”
We arrive at the house before midnight, and I go down to the cellar to see my new guest sitting in the chair, and I stare at this rat traitor. “Well, hello, Father Leo.” The man is in his mid-forties, a little too clean cut for a priest, something I hadn’t noticed before, but it’s clear as day now.
“What are you doing? I’m a man of the cloth,” he exclaims, trying to free himself from the ropes. “I thought I came here for a wedding.”
I nod, tapping my blade against my chin. “Yes, well things change. A man of the cloth? Bullshit.”
“You know I’ve served God for two decades.” I roll my eyes because it doesn’t mean a thing when you work hand in hand with the devil.
“How long have you been serving Volchek?” He flinches at the question.
“He donates a lot of money to the church that is all.” He shakes in his seat as the lies spill from his mouth.
“Blood money. How long?”
“Three years.”
“So you sold your soul to the devil for three years and you think being a man of God is supposed to save you from your sins?”
“This isn’t in your nature.” No, before this, I’d been a hardworking businessman with my hands mostly clean and my conscious clear. All killings I committed were minimal and a part of my growing up in the family. This is completely different.
“No, it’s nurture. You and the scum like yourself have nurtured the beast in me while I grieved over my brother.” Every nerve in my body vibrates with rage as I press play.
“Leo, I feel like it’s time for a repeat performance.”
“What Vlad?”
“Go in and take care of the fucker like we did with his family.”
“I won’t make it out alive. It’s not like you’re around to go with.”
“Fucking coward. It’s your fault Piotr found out about our dealings. He had to go and so did that beautiful wife of his. The little twisted version of his father was just extra fun for my boy to enjoy. Now, go there and end him and have my prize brought back to me. She’s worth a lot—”
I click the stop button because we’ve all heard enough. Alek tenses by my side when they mentioned my brother so callously.
“I didn’t know he’d kill Ilya.” I punch him in the face. We learned that my father been visited by Father Leo with Vlad. He had come there on the pretense of charity work, allowing the devil in to do his deeds. It took a certain level of evil to lead a family to their death knowingly.
“Don’t speak his name. You have forgotten your way, father, and unfortunately, there is no redemption for such sins in my eyes.”
“I’ll do anything to make it up to you.” I could strangle him with my bare hands.
