Piper’s missed call is still on the screen, and I swipe it away. Instead, I call Sergey. Even in my phone, I have him listed under his first name.
“I need to talk to you,” I bark into the line. “Come to the mansion now.”
“Are you ordering me around now?” he scoffs.
“It’s about the Bratva. It’s important.”
He’ll come if he thinks it has something to do with work. He’s always felt more like my boss than my father.
Maybe that’s for a good reason.
Maybe it’s because he already had a son.
I stop pacing across the kitchen when I hear the front door open.
“Well?” Sergey calls. His voice echoes through the rooms that feel emptier now than ever before. I never noticed it before Piper—how abandoned the place feels without her. She brought warmth with her when she lived here. Now, it’s cold a
