“Prepare the jet,” I order. “Newport, Rhode Island.”
I hang up the phone and stare at the blood dripping from my mangled knuckles. It’s fitting that I’m bleeding all over this f*****g house. This place has always fed on pain—first my father’s, then mine. Will Sofiya inherit that birthright?
Twenty-four hours. That’s all Carver’s giving me before he either gets me on my knees as his personal rat or buries me under a RICO case so thick that my daughter will be graduating college before I taste freedom again.
“Arkady,” I call out, knowing he’s never far. He materializes in the doorway. “Have the car brought around.”
“Vin, you’re bleeding.” His eyes flick to my hand, to the shattered glass, to the hole in the wall. “What happened with Carver?”
“What happened is that I’m f****d no matter w
