“You did—” I almost choke on a laugh. “You turned your son into a murderer. Rodion has been shot at, stabbed, and thrown into more dangerous situations than almost anyone else. It’s like you’ve been trying to kill him for years.”
“Him dying would guarantee no one contested your position as don.” Sergey shrugs. “When I adopted you and made you the next in line to leadership, plenty of men grumbled about your legitimacy. Some of them even wanted Rodion to lead.”
I know that. I heard plenty of men who were mad that I wasn’t born into this world. They didn’t think I could handle it.
“Imagine if it ever got out that he had a blood connection to me.” Sergey shakes his head. “There would have been a coup.”
“No, there wouldn’t have been. Because I’ve earned my place. The men trust me.”
Rodion
