He carries on, ignoring me. “Out of gratitude and respect for everything you’ve done, you can keep your men and this house. I will even let you keep the w***e, if that’s what you truly want.”
“I don’t want anything you have to offer. Not when it means falling into step behind you.”
“I am your father. You will be pakhan again one day. After I am done.”
“You owe me everything!” he roars, face purpling as spit flies past his lips.
I stay perfectly calm. “The man I am and the pakhan I am… It has nothing, absolutely f*****g nothing to do with you.” I crack my neck. “You want proof? Look at the useless dead weight kneeling at your side.”
His eyes narrow. Viktor tenses. For a moment, the silence feels like it’s on the cusp of breaking into bloodshed and chaos.
“This has been an enlightening
