Alexei’s POV.
“You know this is not going to go well, right?” I say to my sister as we both sit in my SUV as we watch and wait for Special Agent Jones.
“You are such a worrywart, brother. Trust the process. The Vella-Ricci’s are too well known in the city, but me and you. We move like ghosts, like the old times when we were training.” Tati says and I sigh, leaning against the door.
“True, but you know how much I hate waiting.” I tell her grumpily, and she chuckles.
“Da, I know. Everyone knows back home. Your style is going in guns blazin. Get shot at and then lose control, killing everyone plus the target. So we do this my way. I’m not the best at what I do because I jump in with both feet. I’m the best because I have patience.” She tells me matter-of-factly, and she is right.
Her way
