“Oh, f**k it, you’re a grown woman.” He grimaces and falls back in his chair as I set the doughnut tray back levelly on thetable. “Things with the Irish and the Italians are escalating. They hit a couple of our businesses. A safehouse, too.”
“Just… all of a sudden?”
Aleks hesitates. “Uh. Well…” He looks pained, like he wishes he’d never agreed to this conversation in the first place.
“Well, what?” I demand. “Just tell me, Aleks. I can take it, I swear.”
He growls frustratedly. “Ugh, alright, alright, you little terrorist. Technically, Dmitri is the one who kicked off the latest roundof this whole retaliation back-and-forth.”
“He blew up a bar that belonged to the Irish. A pretty lucrative one at that. They were… less than pleased.”
I blink in surprise. I’m no criminal mastermind, but
