Camila wasn’t far off the mark when she accused me of marking my territory. I need to make sure everything is set up perfectly before I’ll allow Maxim to get anywhere near her.
“I still can’t f*****g believe you’re allowing this,” Bogdan mutters.
“She needs closure. And I want to get the measure of the man.”
“I need to know how far his feelings for Camila run. He’s risked a lot in coming here today.”
It says a lot about how similarly we think that Bogdan doesn’t suggest taking Maxim out where he stands. There is honor in our Bratva, but it has to come from the top.
I plan to be better than the man who made me.
I walk out into the courtyard with Bogdan by my side. Maxim’s eyes snap to my face and narrow into slits.
“You dressed up for me,” I remark. “I’m flattered.”
Maxim doesn’t mi
