“It’s my fault.” He leans back and scrubs a hand down the side of his face. “I can get… insecure about our roles in this Bratva, in this family. Even though I’m the older brother, he’s obviously the alpha.”
I shrug. “So he’s the pahkan or whatever. You’re still the older brother. And as far as I’m concerned, you’re a damn good one, too.”
A buzzing sound interrupts us. Nikolai looks down at his phone. “Speak of the devil. Excuse me for a second.”
He gets up and walks to the door. He talks low, so I can’t make out exactly what he’s saying. But I do catch the edge of disappointment in his voice.
“… it’s getting crowded down there… yeah, okay. See you soon.” He hangs up and walks back to me. “Polly wasn’t there. But we know who has her now.”
I sit upright. “Is that where Uri is going now?
