I sat and took in his every word. This all comes to an end this year. My problem is not his problem.
One of Logan’s worries can be put to rest. I believe everyone thought same thing. His vision from his birthday party involved the threat he sees coming in his own future.
Net, this is my problem still. Not his.
“This is about more than you, Uncle Misha. She has decided to return because of Aunt Deja. She’s the reason for the change. It’s because she killed her son that she can’t let it go.”
I sigh. “However, to make things right between me and the O’Briens, I have to let them in on this?”
“Yes, bringing them in will bring back the balance. Answers will be given, and everyone will have more understanding, allowing for forgiveness.”
I narrowed my eyes at him as I listened to what he had said and what he hadn’t. “You know truth, da?”
“Uncle Misha, I know many things. Some are none of my business and will never be spoken from my lips as it’s not my place.”
I smiled and nodded, sitting back in my seat. My mind spun with what this all meant. I can no longer ignore what’s been staring me in the face.
“Then tell me, my friend. How will this end?” I asked.
“That I can’t tell you. You have something to learn and rise from. What I can say … you cannot stop what’s coming. She will decide her fate.
“You will be there, but you can’t stop it. That rests in her hands. The secrets will come out whether you want them to or not. However, you should be the one to tell the truth to your wife, if no one else.”
I grind my teeth. I know he was right. I should have told her by now, but I know her.
She would want to fix this. I’m trying to keep everyone out of this. This my fight, no one else’s.
I snort. If that bitch Elizaveta wants to end this, we can end this. I will have her head once and for all. I grow tired of these games.
“Aye, what now?” Logan groans into the phone, sounding as if I’ve woken him up.
“We should talk. There is a way for us to get her to come to us. I will need Brooklyn and Deja’s help for this.”
I tell him what I was told. There no guarantee Brooklyn agree to this, but I try. If they don’t agree, I find way.
However, when Sammy involved no one ignore. They listen once they know it’s come from him. That one thing I sure of.
“Do ya know what time it is here? Ya’ve been holding out this long; what’s three more hours?”
“Da, you right. We talk on island. See you there?”
“Aye, I’ll be there. Misha?”
“Da?”
“No one in my family gets hurt again, or we’re going to have a problem.”
My temper flares. I grow tired of his threats. None of us saw what happened coming. You are either in this life or not. You can’t have both.
“You want to lock horns, we can. Don’t forget who I am, my friend.”
“Ach, I haven’t forgotten. It is because you are my friend that we haven’t already had a problem.”
With that, he hangs up. I snort, drop my phone, and throw my head back. My head throbs.
“Un-fucking-real.”
“You’ve been in here alone for an hour. Tell me what I can do.”
