I go still. Then, with every ounce of sincerity within me, I make her one promise I know I will keep without hesitation. “I won’t make you go back there. And I won’t ever let him get you.”
Willow peers up at me. I know she’s looking for any sign of deception in my face, and I don’t blame her. I’ve broken far too many vows for her to believe this one is any different. “You promise?”
I tuck a curly strand of hair behind her ear and nod. “I swear it. And the oath of a pakhan is something that cannot be broken.”
Big words from an even bigger liar. At least, that’s how I’m feeling these days. It’s true—when the pakhan of a Bratva makes an oath to his people, it’s unbreakable.
I’m definitely seeing the flaws in my leadership. I’m not supposed to have any flaws to begin with, and I was pissed
