I wanted Nikolai to agree with my plan, but now that he is, I want him to argue. I want him to fight forme to stay. Because we just found each other again. We can’t be separated already.
Whatever is left of my makeup is streaming down my cheeks. I don’t even bother dabbing at the tears.“You could come with us. It isn’t safe for you here, either. Your men could handle the fight while youcall the shots from offsite. It could work.”
Nikolai doesn’t answer, but his hold on my arms tightens. We both know it’s an impossible ask. Hepulls me against his broad chest and pats my back while I sob.
“I want you to come with me,” I cry. “I don’t want to be away from you.”
“I know. But I can’t leave. The Bratva is fractured enough as it is. If I leave, it will fall apart. Wehave to present a united f
