I pass by all my old haunts and head to a bar I know is tied to the Mikhailov Bratva. It was part of mytraining with Anya. Know the land. Know your enemy.
And so long as Belov is leading the Mikhailov, they’re the f*****g enemy.
I park the car right outside the pub and walk inside as confidently as I can.
“We’re closed,” a man rasps from behind the bar..
I walk up to the counter and plunk myself down on one of the swivel barstools. “Tell Spartak BelovI’m here to see him. And get me a drink while I wait. Something strong.”
The man snorts. “And who the hell do you think you are, little missy?”
I raise a brow and fix him with an icy glare. “Viktoria f*****g Mikhailov,” I say. “Call Belov. I’llwait.”
Gaiman and Jax aren’t sure what to do with my rage.
Truth be told, I’m not sure what t
