I would have said more, but Yuri and Dominic urged me outside and closed the door hastily as they surrounded me.
“What the fuck did you do, man?” Dom hissed, running his fingers through his shoulder-length hair. “He is not going to change his mind.”
Pushing their hands away, I flipped my phone open and dialed the number of the one person who would help me in this situation.
Even if Vasya wasn't on my side, Vladimir would never fail me. He owed me one.
“I don’t give a fuck.” Yuri just exhaled a heavy breath at my reply, and finally on the fifth ring, the old man picked up. “Vladimir, help me.”
“With what?” His voice sounded groggy and confused. Was he fucking drinking again?
“I need your plane to get me to the States.”
“What about the Bratva one?”
“I’m no longer a sovietnik.”
Silence met those words as he processed them and the implications of helping me. Once a member was lowered in rank, others tried to spend less time with him if possible, because a close friendship could be considered treason for the pakhan’s decision. I’d still keep my possessions and have access toobsyag, which was the Bratva’s treasure bowl, so to speak. But I no longer held any power in this brotherhood and no one owed me respect.
“Only for you, child,” he finally said. “It’ll be ready in an hour.”
“Thank you.” Hanging up on him, I intended to dash to my room to pack a small bag and think about my plan.
But before I left, I needed to make one thing clear.
Spinning around, I faced Yuri, Dominic, Gleb, and Petor who stood by me, and judging by their stubborn expressions, they were ready to follow my anywhere.
“None of you goes with me.”
“We do everything together and stand by each other. That’s what you taught us,” Gleb said, emphasizing each word.
Fuck me and my wisdom sometimes, seriously. I held only Dominic’s stare, because he was the leader among them, and I recognized it. He had a chance of becoming a great pakhan someday, and I knew Vasya loved him as his own son. I wouldn't take this chance away from him or the Bratva. They deserved someone good.
I practically raised him to be that good.
“This is a private matter. I don’t want you in this mess. It’s an order, boys.”
They gritted their teeth but looked expectantly at Dominic, who held my stare for several moments and finally nodded.
Before I could go, he grabbed my arm and gave me a bear hug, whispering in my ear, “If you need anything, call. I would nevernotbe on your side.”
Smiling at this, I slapped him on the back and moved along with determination, because Vivian was probably scared since her father took her back to the States.
Moya krasivoglazaya.
No one was going to hurt her ever again.
Radmir
I punched the bag wildly, sweat dripping down my back as I exhausted myself in the ring, hoping it would take away my depressing thoughts.
Like the fact I had put my child in danger, trying to catch a fuckup who put me in prison. Clearly, the plan wasn't successful, and now my woman hated me while Jake would probably have nightmares about that person who almost killed Rosa.
My need for revenge took me too far; maybe it was time to give up. At least that was the impression I had gotten from Vivian.
What was more important? My family or justice? Maybe this guy would never show up and disturb us, too cowardly to do anything when I had all the power back, along with my family. Framing a person who expected wrong moves from enemies wasn't easy either.
It had been two days since the accident. Rosa was in the hospital, and Dominic spent most of his time there, leaving the Bratva on me, which I thanked him for.
