“That’s true. Budimir never valued loyalty like Stanislav did. He never attended the funerals of his men, never bothered to learn about their families, never saw that they were taken care of. It was always one-sided for him, which is why he will never last as don.”
Svetlana nods. “This job is more dangerous than I’m used to.”
“I’m aware of that,” I nod. “And your pay will reflect the risk.”
“Money is not what I’m worried about,” she says. “If he finds out who I am and who I’m working for, he’ll kill me.”
I don’t mince words. “Without a doubt.”
I’m not going to lie to her. Trust goes both ways.
She takes a deep breath, and that her breathing quickens as she weighs her options. I can see the conflict behind her dizzying green eyes.
There’s a part of her that likes the danger of the as
