It became obvious pretty f*****g fast—when I took over the Bratva he abandoned—that it was because he’s not as confident in his leadership abilities as he wants everyone to think. He overcompensates on multiple levels.
Even though I was incredibly young at an unprecedented level when I stepped into Oleg’s shoes, I made it my mission to be a thousand times better than him.
Now, I don’t have to demand respect from the people around me—they just give it, willingly and without question.
Oleg turns in his seat to face me. “You want to know why I’m here? I’m here to get your brother out of prison.”
“How?” I scoff and gesture to the bartender for a bottle of beer. I need to slow down to keep what’s left of my wits around this asshole.
“I have my ways. Obviously better ones than yours, since
