Vivian.
Moya krasivoglazaya was probably suffering without me, not knowing what to do. I didn't understand why she never answered me or wrote anything, but maybe it was easier for her this way. I had no doubt she’d never betray me, because no one had my trust more than she did.
I had promised her forever and instead gave her nothing but suffering. Underestimating her father as my enemy was my first mistake. Thinking I could do it without a brotherhood, another. Through all those years, I realized one thing; they were family who stood behind me no matter what and actually took me in when no one else would. Instead of being grateful, all I had done was spit in their faces.
No more.
Prison taught a man to value the important things in his life, and the minute I got out of this fucking dump, I would get my revenge and reestablish all broken connections.
I just had to fucking get out of here.
Rolling my lips, I tugged on my sprained finger and straightened it out, stifling the gasp of pain.
Until then, my enemies would not know how they actually screwed up my life.
Let them laugh now.
I’d get my justice one way or another.
Radmir
Vivian headed inside the room, ignoring the curious glances from the members while her blue eyes sparked with anger every time she cast them on me.
She refused to see my side of this and thought sending my kid with Rosa was irresponsible. But the truth was, I trusted Vlad and Ivan to take care of him, and Dominic wouldn't have allowed his woman to go unless he was sure about his safety.
While I didn't want to suspect my Bratva members, I couldn't exclude this option either. Collapsing on the bar seat, I rested my back on the counter while Kostya had coffee made for me in a second. I scanned the surroundings.
Daggers, hatred, unusual behavior for the members.
If the fucker hated me so much, he would slip. Vivian’s presence would change his patterns, but I didn't notice anything out of place.
Some remembers smoked and played poker, while others watched TV and some disappeared from the room with whores.
Who the fuck was it then? We weren't safe; my gut never wronged me. But why did I feel the danger so close? There had to be some explanation for that, but no matter how much I looked through the files or anything else, my searches came up blank.
Director couldn't be a fucking ghost!
“It’s not a Bratva member,” Dom said, amusement lacing his voice as he sat down next to me.
Giving him a sideways glance, I sipped my drink before answering, “As I discovered, people you trust most tend to be the ones who screw you in the end.”
He flashed me a sad grin, fucker.
We hadn't spoken after our fight two weeks ago. I’d been too angry to stay civil, and I couldn't show him disrespect. Wouldn't be good for members to see cracks between us, could mean an uprising.
To the outside world, we had to be united.
“Radmir, I had no choice.” Swirling on the seat, I faced him and noticed that the darkness under his eyes had gone away. He was well rested and happy, clearly content with Rosa.
Remembering the small boy he used to be, warmth centered in my chest knowing he’d received his salvation in the form of his Italian rose.
“Why? Why did you lie to me in prison all those months ago? You told me she got married and had a son. I could have lived without this information.” I could still remember the simmering rage inside me. I’d destroyed everything, and the guards had to put me down by force.
Dominic winced. “You left me no choice, brother. You wanted to get out, asked for help, and I did all I could.” He rolled the sleeve of his white shirt, showcasing his snake tattoo, which indicated his position in the brotherhood. “This… this means I have to think about Bratva first. There was no telling what you would do once you got out and found out she was married. It was safer to prepare you. I do not regret what I did. I do regret causing you pain.” He placed his hand on my shoulder.
There was truth in his words, so instead, I smiled at him while he exhaled a relieved breath. “Are you sure my family is safe here?”
He nodded. “You think I wouldn't have done my own investigation? I tested, looked, and no, it wasn't us. Someone hates you out there, brother. But not us.”
