I wish I could give her the reassurance she craves. A promise that we might be able to have a future that doesn’t involve the Bratva.
But she’s still speaking from the perspective of an outsider looking in.
She still doesn’t understand the all-consuming nature of the world I was born into.
“I can’t be anything else, Camila. In all the ways that matter, I am my father’s son. And I will live and die by the Bratva, just like he did.”
She turns her face to the ceiling to try and hide the disappointment in her eyes, but I catch it in the heavy sigh as her chest rises and falls.
“Even if I tried, Camila, there will be no clean break for me.”
She frowns. “What do you mean?”
“I mean Maxim will never let me walk away. Even if I promise never to come back, never to challenge him for the title
