You’re crazy. The rational part of me is banging its head against the wall. Drop everything and leave? My Bratva, my duties,my company? Just to spend one weekend with Mia?
No—with Mia and her son?
If Maksim were here, he’d call me insane. Remind me of my plans, my goals. Tell me I can’t have it both ways, that I have tochoose.
But I don’t have to choose quite yet.
She’s watching me now. Trying to gauge if I’m regretting my words, if I ever truly meant them. After a month of radio silence,she’s got every right to doubt me.
“Pack a bag,” I cut her off. “We’re leaving tonight.”
She stares at me, and I see the conflict war in her gaze. The need to be strong, to be independent. To care for her job and herkid more than her selfish desires.
But she’s exhausted. And scared. And deep down, s
