“Your duties don’t end there. Marrying Mila is one thing; keeping her happy is another.”
“That was never part of the deal,” he grits out.
“The ‘deal’ is whatever I say it is.” I nod at Efrem and he proceeds to haul Viktor to his feet. “Go home to your wife, Viktor. And stop embarrassing yourself.”
“Men have affairs, Andrey!” he barks. “It’s natural. It’s expected. My wife needs to f*****g fall in line.”
Efrem tightens his grip on Viktor, making him wince with pain.
“I’m your brother!” he bellows, spit flying through the air. “Not the s**t under your boot you want to get rid of.”
“At the moment,” I say, “I can’t tell the difference. Now, get the f**k out of my sight.” Drained by the conversation, I get to my feet, ready to put this whole miserable day behind me.
Shura reads my mind a
