Belov flinches. And it’s all I need to see to know it’s true.
“I think that’s nature’s way of telling you that your bloodline needs to end, Belov,” I growl.
“Right now, your bloodline is in my possession,” Belov snarls, finally dropping his nauseating smile.“I’d be careful if I were you, Solovev.”
“You already stole Semyon’s Bratva. Now you want to steal his grandchildren, as well?” I ask. “Andhow do you plan to make more heirs? Pimping out your wife because you can’t get her pregnantdoesn’t exactly speak to strength.”
Belov is shaking. Apparently, I’ve touched a nerve. He’s revealed a vulnerability, showing me hisnaked neck.
And I’m trained to rip out his throat.
Perhaps he’s not so lucky after all.
“The Mikhailov Bratva must go on,” he says haughtily
