When I glance back towards the window, I can no longer see my father or Olivia. That doesn’t stop me from scouring every corner of the garden. Nor does it stop the tremor of doubt in my chest that comes whenever she leaves my sight.
“You need to compromise a little,” Demyan continues. “The way I refused to when I was with Miranda.”
“Compromise,” I scoff. “That’s not a word in my vocabulary.”
“Then are you prepared to lose her?”
I tense, thinking about the possibility of a future that doesn’t include Olivia. Trying to think about a future at all.
My own future is not something I spend a whole lot of time considering. I focus on the here and now. The only future I consider pertains to the Bratva and its interests.
Before I can wrap my head around any of it, my phone starts to ring.
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