“Please,” he croaks. “You… know me. This is not… me. He did… this…”
I shake my head. “This is always who you have been, brother. A coward and a traitor, ready to backstab the people closest to you if it meant getting on top with the least effort.”
I wrap a hand around his neck and pull him towards me until we’re practically nose to nose. I press the tip of my gun directly over Viktor’s heart.
“You were dead to me the moment you came after my family—Grigory, Natalia, Mila, our own mother. Now, you’re just dead.”
His last breath warms my face. And then he’s gone.
It doesn’t feel as momentous as I hoped, taking out two enemies in the span of minutes. It’s all a waste, and I’m sorry to be part of it.
But the job isn’t done yet.
“We have to get out of here.” Natalia lays a hand on my sho
