“Kolya, we can’t let the narrative shift. You treated Adrian like a thorn in your side because he lacked the credibility to command a Bratva. But now? If he succeeds in earning the respect of the men, then he’s going to become a real threat. He’s going to take Ravil’s place and come for yours.”
If this conversation had happened months ago, I would have dismissed it outright. The idea that my own brother would challenge me for the Uvarov Bratva, when he’d wanted to break from it most of his life, would have seemed ridiculous to me.
I’ve stopped seeing him as the scared, uncertain little boy he used to be. I’ve stopped making excuses for him, too.
“He’s not getting the Bratva,” I say firmly. “He’s not getting anything. I’m going to rip him apart limb from limb, and when I do, I’m going to
