“Excuse me if I don’t take your word for it.”
“You don’t have to. Take history’s.”
“Which part of history?” I ask. “The part where she lied to me? Where she let me think for months the child she was carryingwas Brad’s?”
“How about the part where she did it all to protect her son from a bullet?”
I flex my jaw and don’t reply.
The truth is, Maksim is right. I know he’s f*****g right. But every part of me rebels against acknowledging Mia’s innocence.
Because if she’s innocent, then I’m the one who wronged her.
It goes against everything I’ve ever believed. My whole creed is rooted in one simple thing: I am the leader, the alpha, the onewho commands armies. For the men who serve under me, I am absolute. My judgment doesn’t just make the difference betweenlife and death—it is the differe
