“Isaak!” she says, her voice rising fast. “Answer the f*****g question. Why are you keeping me here?What are your plans for me?”
“My plans are my business.”
She steps in front of me as though she’s worried I’m going to leave the room. “Is all this worth it?”she asks, her expression turning from bitter to imploring. “What purpose does it all serve?”
“Purpose?” I repeat bitingly. “This is my life.”
“So change it,” she says, as though it’s the simplest choice in the world. “You can walk away from itall. You don’t have to be the Bratva don. You don’t have to live your life based on revenge.”
I shake my head. “You don’t know what you’re asking. You think I should just leave Maxim to his owndevices? Call off the manhunt and let him do whatever the f**k he wants without consequence?”
“Yes,”
