“I was loyal.” His gaze settles with an odd calm on mine. “Now, they’re dead. And unless you can cut your personal grudge outof our Bratva, there won’t be a Bratva left to return to. We’ll die, all of us.” His mouth curls in disapproval. “Because of you.”
“If you’re scared, you can walk out that door right now.”
“If you’re not, then your toddler sister would have made a better pakhan than you.”
Rage blinds me. I rear my fist back, ready to slam it into Rurik’s face—
—and then the windows are shattering.
There’s no time to think. I dart behind the desk, taking cover. Maksim joins me instantly. “f**k,” he summarizes.
Glass breaks all around us. The windows, the walls—everything comes crashing down like a house of cards. I lose sight ofRurik, my gaze caught by the chaos of all my emplo
